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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov_&_Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor
      Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Victor
      Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Potya_|_Puma_Tiger
      Scorpion, Makkachin_(Yuri!!!_on_Ice), Yakov_Feltsman, Mila_Babicheva,
      Nikolai_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Domestic_Fluff, Romantic_Fluff, Hurt/Comfort,
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, First_Time, Smut, Eventual_Smut, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Sexual_Content, Sexual_Tension, Developing_Relationship,
      Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Cute, Sequel, POV_Yuri_Plisetsky, POV
      Third_Person_Limited, POV_Third_Person, Polygamy, Underage_Kissing,
      Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Feelings, Feelings_Realization,
      Warm_and_Fuzzy_Feelings, Work_In_Progress, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be
      Added, Injury, Minor_Injuries, Injury_Recovery, Hospitalization, Travel,
      Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs
  Series:
      Part 2 of Defrosting_Russia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-08 Completed: 2017-12-29 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 23652
****** The Fire Burns Hot ******
by Lemons-Eloise_(FullBladderLemons)
Summary
     Hi, so I've started the sequel and it's going to be another slow
     development, and I'm going to try once again to post weekly or more.
     I tagged for smut, but it's not going to get sexual until the second
     half. Like the first half, this is going to be about the three of
     them and their developing relationship.
***** Resurgence *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Yuri glides, a waif in December. He isn’t as waif-like anymore, but he still
has a slender frame. He launches into his jumps with grace and ease, landing
them with the same sense of aloofness. It isn’t December, either, though it’s
cold enough to feel that way as he glides over the ice. He is completely alone
for the first time in weeks, gliding effortlessly in the chilly air. When he
breathes, he can’t feel his lungs expand. He is only left with a burning chill.
“Yura!”
Yuri is surrounded by warmth before he can lift his head from his hands, two
bodies falling on either side of the bench he sits on. Lips press to his
temples as he raises his head, in unison. Victor sits to his right, a hand on
Yuri’s waist. Yuuri is to his left, a kind and reassuring touch warming his
thigh. Before Yuri gets mind to speak, they beat him to it.
“Pirozhki, are you alright?”
“You snuck off early this morning!”
“Have you eaten breakfast?”
“Yura, do you want us to go get you some coffee from the place down the
street?”
Yuri groans, shaking his head as he pulls himself up off the bench. “It’s
obvious that you two had enough coffee for all three of us. Will you quiet
down? You’re making my brain hurt.”
Victor grins, cocking his head to the side. Yuuri mimics the action, cocking
his head in the opposite direction. “You weren’t there…” Yuuri begins.
“... so we had to drink your share,” Victor finishes with a chuckle.
They are in an abnormally upbeat mood all day. They goof off during practice,
attempting to drag Yuri into their play with teasing touches. Victor even goes
as far as lifting Yuri as if he his skating partner, holding him at the waist
tenderly as he does a spread eagle. Yuri’s face is beet red by the time he is
let down.
Yakov has a field day, shouting at them. Yuri gets yelled at as well, even
after shouting back that it’s them, not him who is fooling around. Victor
chuckles as Yuri shouts back, Yuuri staring at Yakov with a confused expression
as he tries to decipher the Russian words.
“Yakov!” he finally shouts, “can you repeat that, but slower? My Russian isn’t
very good ye-”
“Shut your mouth, Katsuki!”
Even Yuri can’t suppress a giggle at the sight of Yakov’s red face, the way he
balls his fists at his sides. Mila grins at the three of them from across the
rink, and Yuri smiles back. He doesn’t launch himself into his jumps again
until Yakov shouts louder, threatening to bench all three of them for the rest
of the week if they don’t start taking him seriously.
It’s still new to Yuri- they way they are now the three of them. They walk home
from practice, sometimes hand in hand, and other times in a tangle of arms
draped around each other’s shoulders. For Yuri, it is still frightening. He
finds it hard to fully trust the situation, to allow himself to believe that
it’s real. He often replays his conversation with them that morning over and
over in his head, willing himself to accept that it actually happened.
“Together?” Yuri whispered, hands shaking in Victor's careful grasp. “But you…
You have each other.”
Yuuri smiled softly, brushing a lock of Yuri's hair back and responding without
a second thought, “does that mean we don't have enough love left for you? I
don't think so, Yuri.”
Victor squeezed Yuri's hands, nodding in agreement. “You love two people, don't
you? Why can't both of us do the same?”
Yuri exhaled slowly, tongue wetting his lips. “Are you sure?”
They nodded simultaneously, not a single doubt showing in their eyes. “Yes,
Yura,” Victor whispered.
And then, Yuuri. “We want to be with you. We’ve waited so long.”
“I-I’ve waited too.” His voice was hardly a whisper.
“Then,” Victor’s voice was just as fragile as Yuri’s own, “won’t you be with
us, Yura?”
“The three of us should take a trip to Moscow,” Victor suggests as they prepare
dinner together. “Yuuri has never seen it, and I'm sure you’re missing your
Dedushka.”
Yuri nods blankly, hand stilling mid-chop of a carrot. “You don't have to
uproot yourselves to take me. I can go by myself, you know.”
Yuuri chuckles softly, moving from the stove to instead wrap his arms around
Yuri's waist. His breath tickles Yuri's neck as he rests his chin on Yuri’s
shoulder, nuzzling. “I want to go. Vitya does, too.”
Victor hums in agreement, taking Yuuri's place at the stove and beginning to
stir the soup. “Are you saying you'd be okay without us for a whole long
weekend? You wound us.”
Yuri rolls his eyes, placing the knife down completely. “You two are so co-
dependent,” he complains, though his insides are tingling with the feeling of
being wanted by them. Yuuri's hands squeeze his hips lightly, a warm kiss
presses to the skin of his neck.
“Is that a yes?” He asks playfully.
Yuri sighs, trying to look exasperated, though he finds himself tilting his
head to rest it against Yuuri's. “Whatever, we'll all go,” he concedes.
Yuuri grins into Yuri's neck, lifting his head suddenly and pressing a chaste
kiss to Yuri's lips. It's succinct, so much so that Yuri feels winded after
Yuuri pulls away. His heart swells up, a warmth spreading through his chest as
Yuuri's chocolate eyes lock with his. “I look forward to it, Pirozhki.”
It's always been hard for Yuri to open up, to let himself feel safe. It had
been a struggle to get to where they are now, and Yuri still has trouble being
completely open with Victor and Yuuri. But, they always understand. They only
ever take as much as Yuri is willing to give, never pushing him further. They
understand when he pulls back, or when he seems overwhelmed. They never make
him feel like anything less for it.
He feels safe, even if it's not complete. He trusts them with his heart. It's
obvious that they trust him, too. They let him into their life, into their
love. Yuri decided some time ago, that Victor and Yuuri were worth the wait.
“You okay?” Yuuri whispers, bring Yuri out of his haze. The Japanese man still
clings to his waist, the loving expression not leaving his face.
Yuri nods, abandoning the carrots to turn his body in Yuuri's arms. “Yeah,” he
whispers, burying his face in Yuuri's shirt.
Victor moves to Yuri's side, pulling the smaller men close to him. Yuri feels a
gentle kiss on his head, and hears one on Yuuri's. Neither of them press
further, or ask what he had been thinking about. Neither of them do anything
other than accept his mild affection, returning it without question.
Rain water and mint, sandalwood and salt fill Yuri's nose as he is held
tightly, Yuuri whispering, “we love you.”
Yuri sighs quietly, nuzzling further into their embrace. He hasn't said those
words since the night he confessed to Yuuri, though they have both said it to
him quite a few times. Yuri can't repeat the phrase, yet, but he knows that one
day… he will.
***** Nirvana *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Yuuri's hands grip the armrest on either side of him, his breath shooting from
his nose in short spurts. He had insisted on sitting between Yuri and Victor
when they boarded the plane, and had been acting strangely ever since. He
shifts uncomfortably every few minutes, hands shaking as the knuckles grow
white.
Finally, Yuri sighs, placing his hand over the one Yuuri rests on their shared
armrest. “Are you alright?”
Yuuri flips his hand over without hesitation, eagerly threading his fingers
through Yuri's. He breathes out sharply, nodding. “I'm okay, I always…” he
laughs sheepishly, cheeks tinting pink. “I get a little nervous during
takeoff.”
Victor hums before Yuri can respond, leaning over to press a kiss to Yuuri's
temple. “Yura, you take such good care of our Yuuri.”
Now it's Yuri's turn to blush. He stammers incoherently, averting his eyes from
both of them. “I'm not even doing anything!”
Yuuri's fingers tighten around Yuri's hand, squeezing gently. “Trust me, you
are.”
The hotel they stay at this time is even nicer than the one they stayed at when
Yuri and Victor were here alone. Without a cat in tow, they are able to stay
somewhere nicer. Victor had even left Makkachin at home, after Mila had offered
to come walk her twice a day and feed both animals. The room has a shiny marble
floor and a plush throw rug. A round, king-sized bed is in the center of the
room, with soft-looking sheets. There is a double shower and a large soaker tub
in the bathroom.
The first thing Yuuri does upon arrival is flop onto the bed, sprawled out with
a soft groan. Yuri places his duffle bag on a luggage rack, watching as Victor
falls after him, catching himself enough to crawl between Yuuri's legs. He
kisses Yuuri, chastely at first, but then his lips linger for a bit too long.
Yuuri responds to the kiss, a soft sound filling Yuri's ears and making it's
way down to his gut, and between his legs.
Yuri creeps into the bathroom before either of them can look up and see his
predicament, splashing cool water on his face. Of course, he has seen them kiss
in the past month. They have kissed him, too. But he hasn't seen them kiss like
that since the night he saw Yuuri pressed up against the living room wall.
Of course, they must find time for sex. Yuri isn't naive. He shares their bed
each night, but never have they tried to touch him anywhere below the waist,
and never has Yuri heard them pleasuring each other in another room. Is it
possible they've been holding out this whole time for Yuri's sake? It doesn't
seem plausible.
Yuri's thoughts are halted by a knock at the door, and Victor's voice. “You
alright, Yura?”
Yuri freezes, staring down at his crotch to be sure that his semi isn't
noticeable through his jeans. “Yeah, I'm okay,” he finally answers when he sees
that it's not.
Victor hums, “then will you kindly open the door? My back teeth are floating.”
Yuri rolls his eyes, twisting the door handle and letting Victor inside. Victor
sing-songs a “thank you” as Yuri makes his way out of the bathroom, shutting
the door behind him.
Yuuri is curled up on the bed, breathing steadily with his eyelids fluttering.
When Yuri steps into the room, his eyes open for a moment, a smile painting his
face. “C’mere,” he commands sleepily. “Let's have a nap before we go site-
seeing.”
Yuri obeys blindly, climbing onto the bed and mirroring Yuuri’s position so
that they face one another. Yuuri’s eyes have closed once more, but his hands
reach in the barren space between their bodies to clasp onto Yuri’s. Yuuri hums
contently when their hands meet, locking together tightly.
“So cute,” Victor coos quietly when he returns. He climbs onto the bed
steadily, trying not to disturb Yuuri. Yuri gasps quietly as Victor hoists up
their hands, placing Yuuri's gently to the side. Victor lifts his hands as he
settles between their bodies, guiding Yuri to move closer and grab Yuuri’s
hands once more, this time, locking them on Victor’s stomach.
Yuri blushes as he feels his close proximity to Victor, knowing full well that
he is still at half-mast and pressing against Victor’s thigh. Victor doesn’t
seem to mind, however, as he wraps an arm around Yuri to pull him even closer.
A kiss is pressed to his head and then Yuuri’s as Victor sighs, leaning back
against the pillows. He speaks as he begins a slow circular motion on Yuri’s
back, voice soft and soothing. “I wanted you to know that we aren’t pushing
anything on you because we care about you and don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Yuri flushes further, burying his face in Victor’s chest as if to hide. His
heart pounding, he mutters, “what does that even mean?”
Victor lightly squeezes the small of Yuri’s back. “It means,” he begins, “that
if you become ready for something new, you need to tell us. We don’t want to
rush things, and we want you to set the pace for us. Regarding things like the
erection you’re sporting right no-”
“Shut up!”
Victor chuckles, moving his hand from Yuri’s back to ruffle his hair. “Okay,
okay. I’m not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to know that you need to
let us know if you ever want something like that… because we want to make sure
you’re comfortable, Yuri.”
Yuri breathes out rapidly, nuzzling further into Victor’s chest. “Thank you,”
he manages, quietly. And then, “I sleep in your bed every night.”
Victor laughs again, light and breathy. “I know you do.”
Yuri breathes out raggedly, huffing in the process. “So then how do you… When
do you…” Frustrated, Yuri groans. “How can you do it if I’m there every night?”
Victor laughs out loud, hand stilling on Yuri's back as he tries to contain
himself. “Are you sure you want to know?”
Yuri’s face warms further, and he shakes his head. “Forget it, gross old man!”
“We've snuck off to your old room a few times after you fell asleep. Also, that
one time you did the grocery shopping we had some time, and then that one day
Yuuri and I had a shower together,” Victor admits, sheepish.
“You can just send me to the other room or for a walk, you know,” Yuri mutters.
“You don't have to sneak around like creeps.”
“Creeps? You wound me.”
“You know what I meant.”
“Yeah, I know,” Victor agrees. “Was it watching us kiss like that?”
“Hmm?”
“That caused it.”
By now, his erection has long shrunk, and his embarrassment has subsided, also.
Yuri nods into Victor's chest, sighing softly when he feels Victor rubbing his
back again. He manages to relax as Victor's free hand lifts his chin, tilting
his head up. Icy blues gaze at him quizzically, lips forming a pout.
“What?” Yuri whispers, barely audible. His heart pounds in his ears for no
reason, his breathing suddenly quickened.
Victor presses his lips to Yuri's, warm and comforting. Yuri melts into his
touch, expelling a soft sigh when Victor pulls away. “What's your favorite
place in Moscow?” Victor whispers, still close enough for his words to warm
Yuri's lips.
Yuri is silent for a moment, chin still in Victor's grasp. To bide him time, he
kisses Victor succinctly. “Saint Basil’s,” he finally tells Victor.
Blue eyes widen as Victor hums softly, gaze still locked with Yuri's. “The
cathedral, hmm?”
Yuri nods, shifting from Victor and resting his head on his chest once again.
“My Dedushka liked to take me there a lot. We would stand outside, and he would
pray.”
“Why didn't he go inside?”
Yuri sighs, remembering his grandfather's words when he'd asked the same
question, himself. “Because,” Yuri breathes, “he said he didn't deserve to get
too close to God.”
***** Cardinal and Sweet *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
”What do you pray for, Dedushka?”
His grandpa’s eyes grew darker, his mouth turning down as he pressed a gloved
hand to Yuri’s cheek. “For you, of course, my Yurochka.”
Yuri pondered for a moment as they began to walk back to the bus station,
slipping a mittened hand into his grandpa’s. “What about Mama? Do you pray for
Mama?”
His grandfather sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out as a sigh that fogged
the air in front of him. “Yes, Yura. Of course I pray for your Mama. I pray
that one day, you will get to see her again.”
Yuri looked behind them, watching the cathedral fall out of his sightline. The
colorful peaks stood out against the grey sky, swirling glimmers of light
against a dark sky. “I miss her.”
“Oh, Yurochka. I miss her, too.”
The breath Yuri sucks in upon waking is much too sharp, his hands fisting
whatever is in front of him. His heart pounds as his eyes shoot open,
scrambling up and onto his knees on the bed. His hands fist Victor’s shirt, and
he is scooped into a hug before he can register the man in front of him.
“Did you have a bad dream?” Victor murmurs into Yuri’s hair, sending warm
spurts over his scalp. Yuri can only nod, attempting to catch his breath as he
recalls his dream over and over in his head. “It’s alright, now,” Victor
assures him. “You’re safe here.”
Yuri swallows hard, looking down to see that Yuuri has rolled away from Victor
and him on the bed, still sleeping peacefully. He is curled up in the opposite
direction, chest rising and falling with graceful breaths. Yuri manages to
collect himself, leaning back into Victor’s embrace. “I’m fine,” he assures
him.
Victor hums, pressing another kiss to Yuri’s hair. “Are you sure?”
Yuri nods, subconsciously keening at Victor's touches. “Yeah.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing important,” Yuri replies shortly. It’s only as he shuts his eyes once
more, picturing the vivid peaks of the cathedral, that he wishes he was lying.
The inside of the cathedral is lackluster compared to the outside. In sixteen
years, Yuri had never been inside. After his first time, he doesn’t regret not
seeing it until now. After the tour of the inside, the three men stand outside,
staring up at the cathedral as Yuri had with his grandfather many times before.
“It’s lovely,” Yuuri marvels, neck craned upwards.
Yuri hums noncommittally as Victor wraps an arm around each of their shoulders.
“It really is, hmm?”
Yuri feels Yuuri’s hand move across Victor’s back and onto his own, stretching
to reach his waist and squeeze lightly. “I’m glad that we got to come see it
together. I’m glad we’re all here together.”
Yuri exhales slowly, shaking his head. “Don’t get all gross and mushy now,
Katsudon.”
Yuuri smiles at him, squeezing his side again. “Take us to your favorite
restaurant, Pirozhki. It’s almost dinner time.”
So, Yuri does. They take a bus to the restaurant near his old apartment, the
one where he and his mother lived for the first five short years of Yuri’s
life. They sit at a rounded booth inside, close to one another. Yuri sits
between them at their request, helping Yuuri to decipher the menu. While his
speaking and listening has certainly been improving, he is still hopeless at
reading, and Yuri explains the various dishes to him.
Victor hums after a while, an amused smile stretching his lips as he stares at
them both. “Always taking such good care of our Yuuri,” he gushes.
Yuri blushes, averting his eyes and preparing to deny it, when Yuuri speaks
softly. “Vitya, he’ll stop being kind if you keep embarrassing him like that.”
Yuuri moves a hand down to Yuri’s knee, squeezing it lightly. “And I’ll be
really sad if he gets grumpy.”
Yuri scowls as Victor moves in closer, crowding Yuri between their bodies
completely. “I’m sorry for embarrassing you, I just like like to see you
helping him. It makes me happy.”
Yuri grumbles quietly, “you’re too close. We’re going to look weird.”
Victor moves without question, giving Yuri room to breathe. A whiff of
sandalwood and salt fills Yuri’s nose in his wake, and he shamelessly inhales
it deeply. As he glances at Yuuri’s kind eyes, while breathing in that smell,
something occurs to him. Something that might explain why he still has trouble
believing that this is real, that they truly love him in the way he loves them.
Yuuri’s eyes are the color of burnt sandalwood, the visual epitome of Victor’s
scent. Glancing up, Yuri sees that Victor’s take on a misty blue, like looking
at the sky through a fogged-up window on a rainy day. Yuuri has a piece of
Victor’s sandalwood and salt, and Victor has a piece of Yuuri’s rain water and
mint. as the realization washes over him, Yuri has to ask himself; where do I
fit, in all of this?.
“Yuri?”
He is brought back down to reality by Yuuri’s soft and stable voice, his hand
squeezing Yuri’s thigh again. “Hmm?”
“Are you okay?”
Yuri scowls, nodding. “I’m fine, I was just… thinking. What were you saying?”
Yuuri doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t press any further. He points to
the menu, asking, “what does this say?”
Yuri scans over the menu item, sighing softly. “Vatrushka,” Yuri reads. “It’s a
pastry, with sweet cheese in the center. You’d like it.”
“Okay, I’ll have that, then.”
Yuri pauses a moment before advising, “get a cup of sbiten with it, too.
They’ll make it either sweet or spicy for you, here.”
“Sbi...it...ten?”
“Sbiten,” Yuri repeats, slower.
“Sbiten,” Yuuri breathes.
“It’s good,” Yuri says, nodding. “You’ll like it.”
“Which way do you like it?”
“Hmm?”
Yuuri tilts his head, dark eyes growing playful. “Sweet or spicy?”
Yuri swallows hard, his gut sinking at his own mental implication. He shakes
the thought away, knowing full well that Yuuri isn’t implying what Yuri thinks
he is. “Spicy,” he croaks, cheeks heating.
“You’re blushing,” Yuuri whispers, drawing Victor’s attention.
Victor hums, reaching out and tilting Yuri’s face to see for himself. “You talk
about me embarrassing him? Look how red he is, Yuuri,” Victor teases.
“I just wanted to know how he liked his sbi… sbiten,” Yuuri pouts.
“The two of you are awful,” Yuri complains, hiding his face in his hands. And
then, muffled, “Absolutely awful.”
“But you love us,” Victor chuckles.
Yuri doesn’t respond, shaking his head in his hands. “Awful,” he affirms.
Yuuri’s laugh is low and dark, unnaturally close to Yuri’s ear. “I like spicy,
too,” he murmurs.
It is at that exact moment that Yuri decides these two men are going to be the
death of him, and nothing less.
***** A Sense of Safety *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
His grandpa looks ten times better than he did three months ago.
“My Yurochka!”
Yuri has only just entered the room when his grandpa calls to him, and he
immediately spins on his heel towards the sound of the voice. Dedushka sits at
a table with a newspaper in front of him, smiling and waving him over. Victor
and Yuuri follow close behind as Yuri dashes to his grandpa, getting scolded by
a nurse for running.
“Dedushka,” Yuri sighs happily, melting into the embrace his grandpa offers.
“I’ve missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you! Sit, sit.” Dedushka gestures to the chairs surrounding
the table, and Yuri sits next to his grandpa as Victor approaches him.
“Nikolai, you’re looking well,” he murmurs as he hugs Dedushka, kissing his
cheek.
“Of course, Vitya. I’m healthy as a horse!” Dedushka then notices Yuuri,
twiddling his thumbs behind Victor. “Yuuri Katsuki, the maker of the famous
pork cutlet bowl!” Dedushka booms.
Yuuri turns bright red, shaking his head and waving his hands in front of his
body. “No, no! That’s my mother! I don’t… I don’t make them as well.”
Dedushka grins, offering his hand out for a handshake. “My Yura has said yours
is just as good as your ma-”
“Dedushka!” Yuri shushes him with a hiss, face heating.
Victor and Yuuri both chuckle, sitting down at the table. “How was the trip?”
Dedushka asks them.
When Yuri doesn’t answer, Victor does, beginning to go on about their flight
and how they went to the cathedral yesterday. Yuri finds himself tuning out of
the conversation, glad that Victor has taken the lead. He glances around him;
the facility seems nice enough. His grandpa sounds happy, and the other
residents all look well. Yuri breathes a bit easier knowing that his grandpa is
in a place like this.
Yuri is jarred back when he feels his grandpa’s hand placed over his own, where
it rests on the tabletop. “Are you happy, living with Vitya and Yuuri?”
Yuri flushes; Victor must have told him that he has been staying there. Yuri
nods, quietly assuring him, “yes.”
Dedushka beams, taking Victor’s hand into his free one. “I told you, Vitya,
he’s really a sweetheart once he opens up!”
Victor locks eyes with Yuri as he answers, letting Yuri read the words he
leaves between the lines. “Yes, he really is.”
“You were quiet,” Yuuri whispers as they wait in the lobby. Victor is in the
bathroom, and they have already signed out after seeing Yuri’s grandpa.
Yuri shrugs, dismissive. “I wasn’t really.”
Yuuri doesn’t budge, placing a warm hand on Yuri’s lower back. “Did you feel
weird with us there?”
Yuri shakes his head, sucking in a breath. He licks his lips thoughtfully,
shrugging. “I’m glad you were there. Victor talked a lot and it kept me from
having to.”
“It was strange, to see him here?” Yuuri phrases it as a question, but Yuri
knows that it’s more of a statement. Yuuri already knows how he feels; he is
becoming better at reading Yuri with each passing day. Yuri knows he is an open
book in front of Yuuri, his every feeling exposed.
Yuri nods, glancing around. “It’s nice here though, right? He seemed happy.”
“It is nice here,” Yuuri assures him, affirming it with a light squeeze to his
back. “He was happy to see you.”
Yuri nods, moving the slightest bit closer to Yuuri. The way Yuuri's face
lights up at the subtle gesture makes Yuri's heart feel tight in all the right
ways, and he regrets that Victor returns at that exact moment.
“Everything okay?” He asks, looking them both over.
“Perfect,” Yuuri assures him, clasping their hands together with his free one.
“What's next on our Moscow adventure?”
Victor grins, pulling them towards the door. “We're going to the zoo.”
Yuri was mesmerized by the cheetahs when his grandpa took him here as a child,
and he still is today. He stands close to the fence, hands fisting the chain-
links as he gazes at the animals. They’re just big cats, really- they look much
like his Potya as they lie out, yawn, and play with their toys. Yuri finds
himself watching for quite a while, in his own little world.
“Are they your favorite?” Yuuri finally asks him.
Yuri nods, still not taking his eyes off the wild felines.
“The kitten likes the kittens, hmm?” Victor teases, anchoring himself behind
Yuri and kissing the top of his head.
Yuri grumbles, finally pulling away from the fence and allowing himself the
comfort of leaning back against Victor. He tilts his head up enough to lock
eyes, accusing, “you’re being embarrassing in public, you know.”
Victor’s eyes smile along with his mouth. “Well, you aren’t stopping me.” Yuri
doesn’t argue; Victor has a point.
“Want to go look at the polar animals? They just added an exhibit across the
bridge,” Yuri changes the subject, directing his question at Yuuri.
So they walk across the bridge languidly, Victor holding onto Yuri’s hand and
slinging his other arm around Yuuri’s shoulders. Yuri doesn’t think twice about
the action, and they don’t seem to get weird looks. It occurs to Yuri as they
reach the polar bears, that they might look like a family, rather than… what
they are.
They still haven’t defined it. They are together, but without a label. They had
said they wanted to be with him. It is enough for Yuri, without the label. It’s
enough to hold one of their hands, sleep in their bed, and accept their tender
touches. He doesn’t know what to call it, but he doesn’t need to have a name
for it right now. He is content with keeping it a feeling.
Yuuri loves the snowy owls. So much so that he gushes over them, hand covering
his mouth as his eyes well up. “They’re so cute! Look at them!”
Yuri smirks, and Victor shoots him a knowing smile from the other side of
Yuuri. “They’re very cute, love,” Victor agrees.
Yuri hums quietly in response, watching Yuuri’s eyes light up as he stares at
the owls. Suddenly, he realizes why the older men had found it so cute when he
was enthralled with the cheetahs. There is something special about looking at
someone you love when they are in a state that makes you feel warm inside. Not
the same warmth you get when they look at you lovingly, or in Yuri’s case, even
when Yuuri looks at Victor. Watching him love something new, something he had
never seen before, gives Yuri a different swelling inside his heart.
Yuri doesn't feign going to the bathroom to sneak off to the gift shop. And he
certainly doesn't ask the clerk to show him all the snowy owl souvenirs they
carry. He doesn't spend fifteen minutes mulling over them all, trying to pick
out which one Yuuri will like the best. Yuri doesn't pick out the intricate
snowy owl candle holder, and he certainly doesn't get a jasmine scented candle
to go with it.
When he returns to Victor and Yuuri, the Japanese man is still staring at the
owls as if he might never leave. Victor grins, glancing down at the shopping
bag in Yuri's hand. “Detour?” He asks.
Yuri sighs, leaning against the railing next to Yuuri. He easily rests his head
on Yuuri's shoulder, sucking in hints of rainwater and mint. “Yeah,” he answers
as Victor crowds them from behind, a gentle kiss pressed to both their heads.
“I love you both. I'm glad we got to come here together.”
Once again, Yuri's heart gets caught in his throat when he tries to reply.
Yuuri smiles at him, impossibly understanding as he answers Victor for them
both, “we love you, too.”
***** Eyes of a Soldier *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Yuri sobbed, kicking his legs and slamming his fists into the mattress. His
nose was clogged from an hour of crying, his throat hoarse and scratchy. Still,
he wailed on, shouting unintelligibly in between broken cries.
“Yura, please. Please stop crying,” his grandfather begged.
Dedushka's hand was warm and comforting on Yuri's back, but Yuri still would
not comply. “Mama!” He screamed. “I want Mama!”
“Yuri, your mama… you know she isn't here. You know that, Yurochka.”
“I want my ma-ma!” Yuri screamed even louder.
His grandpa's hand left Yuri's back with a soft sigh, his weight moving from
the bed. Yuri finally stifled his sobs as he heard his grandpa dialing the
phone in the hall, trying to listen in on Dedushka's end of the conversation.
“You must talk to him.”
“Yes, you must! He's crying, he won't stop crying for you!”
“You don't have to see him! It's been over an hour. Don't you care how badly
he's hurting?”
Finally, there was a soft sigh. “Yurochka? Come to the phone. Mama wants to
talk to you.”
Yuri jumped from the bed, wiping his tears as he padded across his floor. In
the hall, he accepted the phone from his grandfather and placed the earpiece to
his ear. “Mama?” He whispered.
“Yuri, why do you cry for me? Don't cry, my sweet boy.”
The tears came again, wetting Yuri's face. There was a sharp pain in his chest,
an emptiness that would become nothing but familiar as time went on. “I miss
you, M-mama.”
She sighed on the other end of the line. “I love you, Yuri. Be strong for your
mama, and don't cry anymore. You be my little soldier.”
When Yuri wakes, he can't breathe. He struggles to take in a breath, his lungs
collapsing as tears burn in his eyes. He scrambles from the edge of the bed,
making Yuuri stir in the process. Yuri ignores the concerned calls that fall
from his lips, stumbling from the room as tears start to fall.
The hall bathroom door is closed hard behind him, but not locked. Yuri falls to
the tiled floor and stares at the knobs of the medicine cabinet, counting to
five in his head over and over. His lungs expand once more, though he still
can't take in a deep breath. His knees become wet with fallen tears, the fabric
of his pajamas becoming soaked as he cries.
The knock on the door must be soft and kind, just like all of Yuuri's touches.
But to Yuri, it sounds like an explosion. “Yuri, may I come in?”
Yuri nods with a broken sob before realizing that Yuuri can't see the action.
“Yes,” he croaks.
The door opens without hesitation, and Yuri is surrounded by Yuuri's warmth
before he can register what's happening. Yuri sobs into Yuuri's shoulder as he
is pulled onto his lap, taking comfort in the way Yuuri rocks him softly.
“It's okay, it's okay.” Yuuri doesn't console him by telling him not to cry,
instead telling him the opposite. “Let it out, it's alright.”
“It's not,” Yuri whimpers.
“Tell me what you were dreaming about.”
“N-nothing. I'm f-fine.”
Yuuri kisses the top of Yuri's head, a hand moving to rub his back
methodically. “You're not fine, Yuri. I've never seen you this upset and shaken
up before.”
Yuri shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Yuuri's frame. He clings
tightly, one of the few times he has embraced the other man with such fervor.
“I just want to forget her!” Yuri trembles, and is pulled in tighter, head
pressed to Yuuri's chest.
“Your mother?”
Yuri nods weakly. “It would be better if I could just forget.”
Yuuri pets Yuri's hair, humming softly. “You haven't spoken to her in a while?
Not since she left?”
Fresh tears wet Yuri's cheeks, and he's helpless to stop the sob that follows
them. “A f-few times, we talked, after she left. She stopped calling when I w-
was nine or so.”
“I'm sorry, Yuri.” His voice is soft and sincere, and Yuri can hear how hard he
swallows after speaking them, as if holding back tears of his own.
“It's so stupid,” Yuri huffs, laughing shakily. “It's stupid and pathetic but I
can't help it.”
“No, Yuri. No, no.” Yuuri adjusts them so that he can tilt Yuri's chin up,
locking their eyes. “It's not stupid and It's not pathetic. None of your
feelings could ever be either of those things.”
Yuri's lip trembles in Yuuri's hand, much to his embarrassment. “B-baka,” Yuri
spits, with much less venom than he intends.
Yuuri smiles, pressing a kiss to Yuri's cheek. “I love you, too, Yuri.”
Yuri scowls, jerking his face away from Yuuri's touch. “I thought it meant
‘idiot' or something, not th-”
“It does mean ‘idiot',” Yuuri assures him quietly. “But I know that you get
frustrated when you want to say something that you aren't ready to.” Yuri's
eyes widen, feeling those chocolate ones see inside of him in a way he can't
even see inside himself. “And it's okay, if you aren't ready to say it. We know
that you feel it.”
Yuri's face grows hot, but he can't bring himself to look away. He swallows
hard, taking a deep breath before whispering, “you both say it to me, but I
can't… I want to. I just can't, yet.”
Yuuri's eyes are full of perpetual understanding, the corners of his mouth
stretching into a smile. “You show it, though. And showing it means even more
than saying it.”
“I… show it?”
Yuuri nods, humming. “When you wake up before Victor and take Makkachin for her
walk, so he can sleep in.” Yuuri pauses, humming in thought. “How you got me
that beautiful candle holder, all because you saw how much I liked those owls.”
Yuuri takes in a deep breath, his words tumbling out in a rush-
“When you let Victor put on a sappy movie even though you hate them, when you
make sure Yakov doesn't hound me too much at practice, the way you always make
that tea that Victor likes to have when he reads, how yo-”
“Okay, okay!” Yuri stops him with his words, and then captures his lips in a
kiss. He lets his touch linger, relishing in the feel and taste of Yuuri
against him, before pulling back. “When I do that, do I show it?”
Yuuri's cheeks are a shade of pink that Yuri has rarely seen them, his mouth
opened just the slightest bit. He finally nods, smiling brightly. “Especially
when you do that.” Yuuri reaches out, cupping Yuri's cheek tenderly. “Do you
feel better now?”
He does. Yuuri always seems to know how to make him feel better, even the
slightest bit. So he nods, and is led from the bathroom by Yuuri's always-
gentle touch. Victor rolls over as they climb back into bed, enclosing Yuri
between them. Yuuri spoons him from behind and Victor holds him from the front,
gentle kisses pressed everywhere they can reach.
“You okay, Yura?” Victor murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
Yuri sighs contently, releasing every tension in his body with an exhale.
“Yeah, I'm okay.” The two of you always make sure of that.
***** Newfound Intimacy *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
“Skate with me, Yura?”
Practice is over, and everyone else is clearing off the ice. Even Yuuri skates
away from Yuri and Victor, flashing Yuri a grin as he steps off the ice. “Have
fun, you two!” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ll have dinner ready for when you
get home!”
Yuri locks eyes with Victor, who holds his hand out to Yuri as if offering him
a dance. “Please?”
Yuri reaches out hesitantly, glad when Victor takes the lead. Victor hums
softly as he grasps Yuri’s hand lightly, raising it just so on the side of
their bodies. With the other hand, he guides Yuri’s up to rest on his shoulder
before moving it down to touch Yuri’s waist. He helps Yuri to move with him,
gliding them towards the middle of the empty rink.
Yuri keeps his eyes trained on Victor’s, and Victor does the same. He looks
open like this- vulnerable. His touches are soft and light, just enough to
guide Yuri where he wants him as they glide. Yuri stares at Victor, mesmerized,
until Victor leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
The skin heats where Victor touches it, and Yuri knows his face is flushed as
Victor pulls back. Their faces are still close- so close- and Yuri can barely
manage to whisper, “what is all this about?”
Victor answers him with a kiss, first. It’s a succinct touch to his lips that
warm him for a second, and then leave him barren and cold. “I wanted to skate
with you.”
“We skate together every day,” Yuri answers, barely audible. I wonder if he can
hear how loudly my heart is beating.
Victor laughs breathily, shaking his head. “Not like this, my Yura. I wanted to
dance with you on the ice. I wanted to be close to you.”
Yuri quiets after that, letting Victor lead him around the rink in slow,
purposeful strides. He begins to hum, a tune that Yuri finds both familiar yet
distant at the same time. Yuri lets his head move to Victor’s shoulder, as if
they are slow-dancing. He allows his eyes to fall shut, trusting Victor to have
full control over where they skate. He breathes in deeply; he nuzzles further.
Yuri barely registers it as they glide to a halt, Victor nuzzling against
Yuri’s neck in the same fashion. He can feel Victor’s breath, hot on his skin,
as he murmurs, “Are you happy with us, Yura?”
Yuri nods, a ragged exhale onto Victor’s skin. “Da.”
“We’re happy, too.”
They glide around the rink for a while longer after that, the only sounds
echoing being blades scraping and Victor’s melodic humming. When they come to a
stop once more, Victor gently lifts Yuri’s face from his shoulder. His blue
eyes don’t drop their gaze from Yuri’s as Victor leans in, pressing their lips
together.
It isn’t like the kisses they have shared before- it isn’t soft or hesitant. It
also isn’t like the kisses Yuri has seen Victor exchange with Yuuri- it isn’t
hot or needing. It’s passionate and loving, as if Victor is trying to show his
feelings with the movement of his lips alone. Flesh meets flesh over and over,
their mouths moving against each other’s in a way that makes Yuri forget to
breathe.
Victor’s hands tangle in Yuri’s hair, carding through the locks soothingly. His
lips don’t ease their pressure against Yuri’s, and Yuri feels his heart
beginning to race once more. It feels good. It feels safe. Victor’s body moves
closer, and Yuri can’t help but realize that they fit together like two puzzle
pieces. He presses his lips back insistently, linking his arms behind Victor’s
neck.
When they finally break for air, Yuri pants against Victor’s lips. “Was that
okay?” Victor breathes onto his, just as winded.
“Yeah,” Yuri assures him. And with that, he leans in for more.
Yuuri has dinner on the table when they arrive home. Yuri sniffs, looking at
the unfamiliar dish on the table. “What is..?”
Yuuri chuckles, pulling out Yuri’s seat and helping him sit before doing the
same for Victor. “It’s called meatloaf. It’s really popular in America.”
“Is that where you learned to make it?” Victor asks, taking a bite as Yuuri
sits.
Yuuri hums in response, nodding. Yuri takes a bite, chewing carefully. “It
tastes good,” he concludes.
Yuuri grins at him. “I’m glad you like it, Pirozhki.”
That night, Yuri finds himself in the hall bathroom under the guise of taking a
shower. Inside the shower, however, he lets his hand drift between his legs,
stroking himself. He uses soap as lubrication, leaning against the shower wall
and shutting his eyes tight. He remembers Victor’s lips on him earlier. Though
it wasn’t a sexual touch, it was intimate. Yuri remembers the warmth of
Victor’s body radiating onto his, the way there was nothing but love in his
eyes as he gazed at Yuri. Yuri comes to the thought, white ropes streaking down
onto the tub floor.
Yuri grips himself as he softens, staring down at his shrinking cock.
Deflating, it looks like Victor’s. He’s seen it, of course, many times in the
locker room. Flaccid, it hadn’t looked much different than Yuri’s does now-
pale and pink, the head soft-looking and a bit lighter than the shaft. Yuri
cups his package thoughtfully, wondering what Yuuri’s cock looks like. His skin
is darker than his and Victor’s- is he darker down there, also? As Yuri rinses
himself off in the hot water, he makes the decision to find out.
Yuri gets dressed in the master bedroom before making his way out to the living
room, where Yuuri and Victor are waiting for him on the couch. Victor glances
up with Yuri walks in, motioning to the space on the other side of the couch,
next to Yuuri. “What kind of movie did you want to wa-”
“Katsudon,” Yuri cuts him off, not wanting to lose his nerve. “Can I see your
cock?”
Yuuri’s eyes widen behind his glasses, and he chokes on nothing. Victor brings
a hand over his mouth, clearly trying to stifle his laughter as Yuuri balks at
Yuri. “What?”
Yuri sighs, shifting uncomfortably. “I-I haven’t ever seen it! I’ve seen
Victor’s, in the locker room and stuff, but… I just… I don’t know!” Yuri fumes,
his face growing red as he realizes just how dumb and absurd he must sound.
Yuuri, however, relaxes at Yuri’s admission, nodding. He pats the space next to
him, urging Yuri to sit down. “You just surprised me,” he explains calmly.
“Come here, I’ll show you.”
Yuri obeys silently, sitting next to Yuuri on the couch as he fiddles with his
sweatpants. Victor peers over, studying them. Yuri doesn’t let his eyes leave
Yuuri’s crotch as his hand slips beneath the waistband, pausing for a moment.
“You’re sure?” Yuuri confirms.
When Yuri nods in response, Yuuri pulls out his cock. Yuri’s eyes widen as he
stares at the flaccid, brown shaft. It juts out from a small patch of coarse
hairs, black and rough-looking. The foreskin covers both the head and the
shaft, and Yuri can’t help the sigh he expels as he murmurs, “you’re uncut.”
Yuuri hums, rolling his dick in his palm as if to let Yuri see it from all
angles. “You haven’t seen an uncut one before?”
Yuri shakes his head, eyes still glued. Though Yuuri is soft and this is far
from a sexual act, Yuri finds his heart rate increasing as he stares. “How do
you, uh… pee and come, if it’s all covered up like that?”
Yuuri doesn’t laugh at him, or call him dumb. Victor doesn’t, either. Yuuri
explains carefully, “when it gets hard, the skin gets stretched and the head
peeks out. So, that’s how the come gets out. But you can also…” Yuuri moves his
free hand to the base of his soft cock, holding it in place as he uses the
other hand to pull back the foreskin. The head of his cock is revealed, looking
velvety, and lighter than the skin of his shaft. “...pull it back. So that’s
how you pee.”
Yuri hums quietly, looking away with flushed cheeks when Yuuri asks him,
“Should I put it away now?” When Yuuri is concealed once more, he puts his arm
around Yuri’s shoulders to move him closer. “Pick out a movie,” he requests, as
if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened.
“We can can watch whatever,” Yuri mumbles, still averting his eyes.
“Hey,” Victor says suddenly. “Don’t get all cranky because you’re embarrassed.
You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not,” Yuri argues.
“You are,” Yuuri whispers, sneaking a kiss to Yuri’s cheek. “It’s alright,”
Yuri gets assured. “You can be curious.”
Yuri groans, burying his face in Yuuri’s shoulder. “Please, just pick a
freaking movie.” And Yuuri does.
***** Long Nights *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Chapter Summary
     Guys, I'm sorry for taking a while! I have up to chapter 11 written,
     but it's the editing that takes the time for me. That, and as some of
     you may have realized, I am actually primarily a kink writer and I
     have been getting a lot of requests lately. So juggling this, my
     requests, and omovember with all the editing has been time consuming!
     On the bright side, I've started writing chapter 12 just last night.
     I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
Yuri wakes in the middle of the night to Yuuri creeping around him, trying to
get up from the bed. Yuri can hear the sniffling he expels clear as day, and he
sits up immediately. “Yuuri,” he whispers, reaching out to touch his wrist.
Yuuri only shakes his head, tears streaming down his face as he holds a finger
to his lips. Glancing over his body, Yuri is able to see that Victor is still
asleep, and Yuuri must not want to wake him. Yuri nods to signal his
understanding, getting out of bed and holding out his hand for Yuuri to take.
When he does, Yuri frowns at the way he is trembling.
Yuuri keeps hold of his hand as they walk down the hall, the entire time until
they settle on the couch. It is then that Yuuri lets himself fall apart,
shoulders shaking as Yuri's arms wrap around them. “What happened?” Yuri
whispers onto Yuuri's temple, leaving a kiss in the wake of his words.
“My dad,” Yuuri sobs. “I was dreaming about him.”
“I'm sorry,” Yuri whispers, holding him tighter. Yuuri clings to him in return,
accepting every second of comfort that Yuri is willing to give. “Do you want to
talk about it?”
Yuuri shakes his head, burying his face in Yuri's shoulder. “I'm sorry for
waking you.”
“Idiot,” Yuri chides. “I'm glad you woke me, so you don't have to be alone.”
After a short pause, Yuri dares to ask, “does it happen a lot?”
Yuuri shakes his head, and then shrugs. “Sometimes. I just usually come out
here until I calm down.”
“Idiot,” Yuri repeats. “You can wake me. You don’t need to come out here all
alone.”
Yuuri sighs shakily, suppressing a sob against the skin of Yuri’s neck. “You
need your rest,” Yuuri reasons.
“Shut up,” Yuri whispers, barely audible. Then, even softer, “I’m here.”
Yuuri holds onto him for dear life, crying quietly. “I miss him at the silliest
times.”
Yuri sighs, knowing the feeling all too well. When the weather gets too cold,
when the sky darkens before it ought to. The most asinine things trigger
memories of his mother, and he presses a kiss to Yuuri’s head. “I know,” he
murmurs. “You can talk about it, if you want.”
Yuuri’s body shakes as he exhales, trying to control his tears enough to speak
clearly. “When I start missing home, it reminds me of him. I-I’ve been missing
home a lot, because my last trip there… wasn’t a good one.” Yuuri pauses,
laughing bitterly. “I worry about my mother and sister, but honestly, they are
probably more capable than me. They’re so strong.”
Yuri falters, anger taking over at the sound of Yuuri’s self-depreciation.
“You’re strong,” he hisses. “You’re always so strong.”
Yuuri presses a kiss to Yuri’s neck, causing Yuri to shiver. “Sorry,” he
apologizes, raising his head to reveal his tear-stained face. “Was that not
okay?”
Yuri sighs, cupping Yuuri’s cheek with his palm. “It was fine,” he assures
Yuuri. “Tell me that you’re strong. I want you to say it.”
Yuuri shakes his head, his cheeks flushing. “It’s not true, how can I say it
whe-”
“It is true. You’re strong, Yuuri.”
The words hang between them, Yuuri sighing at the rare use of his name. “Thank
you for saying that.”
Yuri hums noncommittally, rubbing his thumb on Yuuri’s cheek. He still hasn't
said the words, himself, but Yuri drops it. He's upset enough without Yuri's
prying. “Is it alright if I kiss you?” He whispers, unsure if it’s the right
time to do so.
Yuuri doesn’t answer, instead leaning in and capturing Yuri’s lips in a kiss,
himself. It lasts for a while, warm flesh meeting warm flesh languidly. Neither
of them hurry to move further or to end the kiss, simply enjoying the intimacy
with one another. When they finally do break the kiss, Yuuri smiles, brushing
Yuri’s bangs back. Yuuri stares, entranced, searching for something inside
Yuri’s eyes.
“What is it?” Yuri finally asks, not breaking their gaze.
Yuuri leans in, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s cheek. “Nothing,” he assures him when
he has pulled back. “I just love you.”
Yuri smiles, pressing his lips to Yuuri’s to assure him in the only way he can
right now; I love you, too.
Yuri wakes to an ache in his neck and back, and a sandpaper tongue on his
cheek. He groans, feeling a heavy weight on his chest as he blinks open his
eyes and grumbles, “cut it out, Potya.”
The weight on his chest is Yuuri's head. Yuri goes stiff and still as he looks
down at Yuuri, mouth opened the slightest bit as he sleeps on Yuri's chest. His
head rises and falls with each breath, his eyelids twitching. Yuri leans down
carefully, gently shoving his cat away with one hand while brushing back
Yuuri's hair with the other. “Yuuri,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to his
cheek. “Wake up.”
Yuuri murmurs sleepily, trying to burrow into Yuri's chest. “Comfy,” he argues.
“We fell asleep on the couch,” Yuri explains, thumbing Yuuri's soft cheek.
“Potya wants to be fed. Let me up.”
Yuuri grumbles, wrapping his arms around Yuri’s waist and clinging. “You’re
warm, though. Cuddle me!”
Yuri groans, but shifts so that his neck doesn’t ache as badly. He wraps his
arms around Yuuri, whispering, “you’re needier than the cat.”
Yuuri chuckles, leaning up to kiss Yuri’s neck. “Says the little kitten
himself.”
Yuri’s face flames, something about the way Yuuri calls him that makes all the
blood rush between his legs. He scrambles to move out from under Yuuri before
he notices, but it’s already too late. Yuuri looks up at him with curious eyes,
gently brushing his hair back. “S-Sorry,” Yuri stammers.
“No, you’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Yuuri assures him. “I didn’t mean to
get you worked up or embarrassed.” Yuuri eases himself up off Yuri, fingers
still threaded in his golden locks. “Are you okay? Do you… do you want me to do
anything about it?”
Yuri sighs shakily, attempting to calm himself before speaking. “No,I… I’m not
embarrassed,” he whispers. His erection is throbbing, and he wants nothing more
than to have Yuuri take care of it. Still, something holds him back. A shred of
fear,a glimmer of apprehension. “I think,” he sighs, “I should just…” Yuri
groans quietly, trying to communicate in the way he knows he needs to, if they
are going to make this work. “I want you to… I’m just nervous…”
Yuuri’s face softens as he moves his hand down from Yuri’s hair to instead cup
his cheek. “Tell me what makes you nervous.”
Yuri shifts uncomfortably, his thoughts bogged up by his unyielding arousal.
“I’ve never been touched there.”
Yuuri thumbs his cheek, nodding. “That’s a valid reason to be nervous.” Yuuri
pauses for a moment, lowering his voice. “You know, we can always try something
that you might be comfortable with, even if it’s just for a few seconds. If you
don’t like it, I will always stop right away, no matter what it is. You know
that, right?”
Yuri breathes a sigh of relief, swallowing hard. “Then… Would you… Could you
please touch me through my clothes?”
***** Meet Him Halfway *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
The second the warmth of Yuuri’s hand cups his package, Yuri lets out an
embarrassing moan. He immediately goes pink, turning his face away. Yuuri’s
warmth remains on Yuri’s most sensitive spot as he whispers, “it’s okay, don’t
feel embarrassed. It’s supposed to feel good.”
Yuri huffs, but manages a nod, as Yuuri begins moving his hand slowly. He grips
Yuri’s hard cock, moving his hand up and down the clothed shaft. Yuri bites his
lip and tries to stifle any sounds, begging his hips not to rock into Yuuri’s
touch as they so desperately want to. Yuuri’s hand squeezes gently at the base
of Yuri’s cock, and he gasps audibly, unable to stifle the sound.
“Good, or pain?” Yuuri asks, pausing the movement of his hand.
“Good,” Yuri whimpers.
He is so wrecked already, and Yuuri has hardly touched him. His hand moves
quicker over his clothed cock, and Yuri feels his gut coiling. He's going to be
so quick. Yuri rocks into Yuuri's touch, face flushing.
He bites his lip, shaking his head as panic takes over suddenly; he can’t come
in his pants while Yuuri strokes him. What had he been thinking? Trembling,
Yuri inches away from Yuuri’s touch.
“Yuri?”
“S-stop,” Yuri whispers, cheeks heating.
Yuuri removes his hand without question, instead bringing it up to rest on
Yuri’s shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he murmurs, not a hint of judgement in
his tone. “You can tell me.”
Yuri’s eyes dart around the room, desperate to look anywhere but at Yuuri’s
face. He is already melting from the understanding and comfort of his touch,
and can’t stand to see the same in his eyes. “I-I just… I th-thought I was
ready.” Yuri exhales shakily; “I’m not.”
“That’s okay, Yuri.” Yuuri kisses his temple, a succinct touch that brings
tears of embarrassment to Yuri’s eyes. “Don’t shut down, okay? Do you want to
talk about it, or do you want to go have a shower?”
Yuri balks, knowing full well what Yuuri is implying he do in the shower.
Blushing, he shrugs. “I feel really stupid.”
Yuuri shakes his head, an action Yuri only sees from the corner of his eye.
“The first time anyone ever touched me there, I cried.”
Yuri finally glances up, meeting Yuuri’s gaze to see if he is joking or not.
His face is serious, complexion flushed. “Why did you cry?” Yuri asks, voice
small.
Yuuri chuckles, moving his arm to wrap it around Yuri’s shoulders. He pulls him
close, kissing the top of his head. “Well, first of all, it was Phichit,” Yuuri
begins. “We were roommates when I was in America for college. He was the first
person I kissed, and it was mostly because we both wanted to just get it over
with because we had no romantic or sexual experience whatsoever.”
“Phichit? Really?” Yuri gapes, shifting closer and resting his head on Yuuri’s
shoulder.
Yuuri chuckles, nodding. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Well, one time we tried to go a
little further. He heard me… Well, he heard me taking care of myself in my room
one night, and he slipped into bed with me. We touched each other and
everything was fine until… afterwards.”
“What happened, after?”
“Well, nothing happened.” Yuuri rests his chin on Yuri’s head, pausing for a
moment. “I just suddenly felt really, really overwhelmed. I started crying, and
Phichit thought he’d done something wrong, but… He hadn’t. I just got
overwhelmed and emotional, and it wasn’t anybody’s fault.”
Yuri reaches down, threading his fingers with Yuuri’s. “You were okay, though?”
“Yes, just really embarrassed. And I realized later on that I shouldn’t have
been embarrassed- just like you shouldn’t be embarrassed now. It’s okay to not
be ready to do something, and it’s okay to have to stop in the middle of
something, or cry afterwards. You can’t help how you feel, and neither I nor
Victor would ever think badly of you for feeling a certain way.”
Yuri sighs, turning his body in towards Yuuri’s. “You always know exactly what
to say,” he marvels.
Yuuri hugs him tightly, pressing a kiss to his head. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah,” Yuri murmurs.
It is then that Potya jumps back onto the couch. She climbs onto Yuri, sitting
half on his lap and half on Yuuri's leg. She meows loudly, swatting Yuri's arm
as if to assert herself.
“Sorry, Potya,” Yuuri apologizes, scratching behind her ear. “It's my fault
you're hungry, I didn't want to get up.”
The cat meows loudly in response, canting into Yuuri's touch. “She likes you,”
Yuri murmurs.
“I like her, too,” Yuuri replies. He only pauses for a moment before pressing
two subsequent kisses to Yuri's cheeks, causing them to heat once more. “And I
like you,” he asserts playfully.
Finally, Yuri is able to return the sentiment that Yuuri states. He sighs
softly, leaning against Yuuri's shoulder. “I like you, too.”
Yuri corners Victor in the locker room that very afternoon, while Yuuri is
going over his routine with Yakov. He crowds Victor against the lockers and
tells him sternly, “we need to go to Japan soon.”
“Excuse me?” Victor throws his sweat-soaked towel onto the bench before sitting
down, pulling Yuri down with him. “Why’s that, little Yura?”
Yuri groans inwardly, shrugging. “He misses home.”
Yuri isn’t expecting Victor to pull him close, but he does. A warm kiss is
pressed to his scalp, a hot words ghosting after it. “Did he tell you that?”
Yuri nods. “Sort of. He said his last trip there was a bad one and… he said
he’s worried about his mom and sister… but I think that we should go, so that…”
Yuri turns his face away, his cheeks heating. “So that he can make good
memories there, with us.”
Victor sighs deeply, wrapping Yuri into a full embrace. “You have matured so
much, Yura. I’m so proud of you.”
Flushing, Yuri buries his face in Victor’s chest. “Shut up.”
“He told me about this morning,” Victor murmurs quietly. “I’m proud of you for
speaking up when you were uncomfortable. I know it’s not always an easy thing
to do.”
Yuri fists the front of Victor’s shirt, exhaling heavily. “I really wanted it,
I just…”
“You got overwhelmed, and that’s okay. There’s no rush, Yura. We will only do
what you’re comfortable with, always. Do you understand that?”
Yuri nods against Victor’s chest, unable to form coherent words. Victor doesn’t
seem to mind, meeting him halfway, as always. They stay like that until Yuuri
comes into the locker room, panting as he joins them on the bench. “Yakov is in
a mood today,” he complains, sagging against the other men. “He was just aw-”
Yuuri is silenced as he is pulled further into the embrace, and no one speaks
for quite a while. They stay like that long after Yuuri’s breathing begins to
slow, even after they hear Yakov locking up his office. They don’t need words,
and they don’t need to move off the hard, uncomfortable bench. They just need
to be with each other, and be as a whole.
***** A Date *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
“Get dressed, my Yuuri, my Yura! We're going out!”
Victor dances across the room, opening the closet and rifling through it while
humming softly. Yuri shifts, causing Potya to jump from his lap, and Yuuri
places down his book. “Out?” He questions. “It's seven at night.”
Yuri chuckles, teasing him, “old man.”
As Yuuri starts to protest, Victor cuts in. “He's right, Yuuri! We've been
acting too old! Let's go out on a date, the three of us. We don't even have
practice tomorrow, so I don't want any excuses!”
“A date,” Yuri echoes, his heart beating faster.
“A date,” Victor asserts. “Let me take you both on a date. Please?”
Yuuri takes Yuri's hand, squeezing it gingerly. “Are you ready for a date,
Pirozhki?”
Relaxing the slightest bit, Yuri nods. A question dances on his tongue, and he
takes in a deep breath before setting it free. “Does that mean… that we're
dating?”
Both Victor and Yuuri stare with perplexed expressions for a moment. Finally,
Victor sits on the edge of the bed, speaking softly. “I thought we have been,
already, Yura.”
Yuri swallows hard, the pit in his stomach dissolving. He nods slowly, reaching
out and threading the fingers of his free hand with Victor's. Victor, in turn,
links hands with Yuuri, so they are all connected. “I wanted to be sure,” Yuri
admits.
Their smiles are nothing but warm and accepting, Victor leans in and presses a
kiss to Yuri's temple. “We're a package deal, the three of us,” Victor assures
him.
Victor takes them to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then to the park. They
sit on a bench together, Victor in the middle. He holds Yuuri and Yuri close,
humming softly as they stare out onto the lake, and watch the reflection of the
stars from the sky.
“Are you glad we went out so late, my little old man?” Victor teases Yuuri.
Yuuri chuckles and nods, playfully tapping his head to Victor's. “Yeah, yeah.
And who are you calling old? You're older than me!”
Yuri groans, snuggling against Victor's side shamelessly. “And you're both
older than me, so shut up, you geezers!”
“So cruel,” Victor hums, rubbing up and down Yuri's arm. “You tired?”
Yuri shakes his head, pulling away from Victor. He is stopped, however, and
held back against him with a warm kiss pressed to his hair. “No, shh,” Victor
murmurs. “Stay here.”
Yuri sighs, but leans into him once more. “Thanks for dinner,” he murmurs.
Victor shushes him again, refusing to accept his thanks. “Thank you for coming
out with me. I wanted to take you both on a proper date.”
“Why's that?” Yuuri ventures to ask.
“Well, we'd never really been on one. And I wanted to make a memory with my
beautiful boyfriends.”
Yuri blushes at his words, turning his face into Victor's jacket to hide it
from him. The word coming from Victor's mouth is enough to leave Yuri
breathless. He presses himself against Victor with earnest, and Victor, as
always, meets him halfway. He grips Yuri's arm tighter, pulling him impossibly
closer.
“That was okay to say?” He asks, genuinely concerned.
“Yes,” Yuri breathes, shocked by just how sure he sounds.
Yuri hears lips touching as Victor and Yuuri kiss, and then Victor rubs his arm
gently. “Stop hiding, Yura. Let me kiss you.”
Yuri lifts his head slowly, only to be met with icy eyes. He can see every star
reflecting off them like they're water, until they flutter closed. His own eyes
do the same as Victor's fingers tilt his chin, slotting their lips together.
His breath tickles the space between Yuri's nose and lips, and his careful
touch threatens to make Yuri melt down to nothing. He is breathless when the
contact fades, staring wide-eyed as Victor pulls away.
Yuuri moves next, a hand reaching over Victor to rest on Yuri's thigh. “Can I
kiss you too, Yuri?”
Yuri finds himself nodding, and shutting his eyes once more as Yuuri leans in.
His lips are soft and warm, comforting against Yuri's. He kisses Yuuri back
insistently, feeling Yuuri's hand squeeze his leg gently as they pull away.
Yuri has to bite his lip to stop himself from whining from the loss of contact.
“Yuri,” Yuuri breathes, the name ghosting Yuri's lips. “Do you like kissing
us?”
Yuri nods mutely, cheeks coating with a blush. He pulls back, burying his face
in Victor's jacket once more. Victor chuckles, rubbing his back. “You're
embarrassing him, Yuuri. Of course he likes it.” Victor presses his lips to
Yuri's temple and whispers for only him to hear, “you can tell in the way he
kisses us back.”
He cried into his pillow, struggling to suck in a breath of air. He couldn't
sleep, not here. It was a strange place, and cicadas chirped outside, an
unfamiliar sound. Victor was right in the next room, and Yuuri down the hall.
He had to be quiet, lest someone hear him.
It had been a mistake to come out here. He could see in the way that Victor
looked at Yuuri, that he loved him. He could tell by the way that Yuuri looked
back, that he loved Victor, too. There was no way he was going to bring Victor
home with him, even if he did win their competition. Victor loved Yuuri. Victor
didn't love him.
The next day at the ice castle, Victor placed a gentle hand on Yuri's shoulder
as they arrived at the rink. Alone, with Yuuri out jogging to get back into
shape, Yuri didn't pull away from the touch. “Yura,” Victor murmured evenly,
“no matter what happens, you do know that I'll always love you, right?”
“Shut up,” Yuri gritted, knowing exactly what Victor meant. He'd always love
Yuri as a little brother, his junior. He loved Yuuri as so much more.
Victor sighed, squeezing Yuri's shoulder. “Why did you come after me if you
don't care? I know it's not about your routine.”
Yuri scoffed, shaking his head as he jerked from Victor's touch. “We both know
you're staying no matter what.”
Victor never argued that Yuri was wrong.
Yuri wakes to a sweaty brow and a pounding heart, his boyfriends still sleeping
on either side of him. Sighing with relief, Yuri tugs them both closer. Victor
complies sleepily, wrapping his arms around Yuri. Yuuri rolls over with a
whimper, nuzzling against Yuri and sloppily kissing his cheek. Shutting his
eyes, Yuri inhales sandalwood and salt, rain water and mint. He is ever so
grateful that he followed Victor to Japan.
***** Clairvoyance *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
He was so hard that it hurt. He rocked up against whatever was in front of him,
chasing a release that just wouldn't come. He was throbbing, wrecked. His cock
was leaking to the point of soaking his boxers through, but he still couldn't
get the friction he needed. Whimpering, Yuri tried to reach down and touch
himself. His hands were as heavy as lead, unable to move.
“Please,” he begged, “please, it hurts. I need it… I need to…”
“Yura, wake up.”
He stirs, but just slightly. He rocks his hips again, moaning at the friction
that still isn't enough.
“Yura, Yura,” Victor's soft voice snaps his eyes open, and he realizes exactly
what he's been canting himself into. His cock is hard and throbbing, slotted
against Victor's thigh.
“Oh my god!” Yuri squeaks, scrambling to the edge of the bed. He hides his face
under the blanket, tears of shame filling his eyes. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Oh my god…”
“Yura, hush,” Victor moves behind him, holding him close. “It's alright, you
were asleep. Calm down.”
“Victor,” Yuri hisses, “I was humping your leg like a damn dog!”
“Yura,” Victor breathes. He shifts, and Yuri feels something hard touch the
back of his thigh. “Trust me, I didn't mind at all.”
“Are you..?” Yuri resists the urge to rock backwards and feels Victor's
erection for all it’s worth.
“Yes,” Victor confirms, helping Yuri to turn in his arms so they are facing.
“Look at me,” Victor murmurs.
Yuri does, cheeks red. He is met with eyes of understanding, not disgust or
pity. Not even lust, though it's obvious that Victor is dealing with his own
arousal. Still, he puts Yuri and his comfort first. Nimble fingers brush back
Yuri's hair, a succinct kiss is pressed to his forehead.
“What do you want to do, Yura? You could take care of it yourself, or I would
be glad to.”
Yuri is silent, cheeks flushing as he remembers when Yuuri attempted to take
care of him. As if sensing his indiscretions, Victor continues.
“We can stop at any time, and you don't have to say yes. This is about you, and
what you are comfortable with. So don't be afraid to be honest.”
Yuri squeezes his cock between his thighs, biting down on his lip a bit too
hard. He tastes iron seeping into his mouth. Carefully, Yuri reaches down and
takes Victor's hand, moving it to his crotch. “Could you maybe… just… touch a
little, like this?”
Victor nods, cupping his package but not moving his hand. “You need to tell me
if you don't like something, or if you need to stop. Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
Yuri is rewarded with a light squeeze, his cock twitching at the warm contact
as he bites back a moan. Victor smiles at him, kneading Yuri gently, thumbing
up and down his shaft through his pajamas. “Does that feel okay?”
Yuri nods, rutting his hips into Victor's hand. After humping Victor's thigh in
his sleep, the action doesn't feel so embarrassing. Victor squeezes his package
again, and Yuri gasps quietly. It feels so good- but he needs more. The tension
building inside him is similar to his dream; the friction isn't enough, he
needs contact. Carefully, Yuri slides his hand down his stomach and beneath the
waistband of his pants and underwear.
Yuri shamelessly pumps his cock twice as it springs free from his pants, trying
to stifle the moan caused by his own touch. Desperately, he locks eyes with
Victor. “Please,” he whispers, letting go of his shaft, and letting his dick
rest heavily between them.
Victor sucks in a sharp breath, expelling a sound that seems to be a mix
between a moan and a grunt. He seems to be teetering on the edge of keeping
control as he reaches down and grips Yuri at the base of his member, slowly
moving his hand up and down. “Like that?” He murmurs.
Yuri nods, too far gone to even be embarrassed of his own neediness. He is
ready, now. He isn't afraid. Arousal coils in his gut, winning over the anxiety
of the fact that he is about to spill all over himself and Victor. He shuts his
eyes tight, feeling waves of electricity spiking in his gut.
“Faster?” Victor offers, breathless.
Yuri nods, expelling a muffled moan as he buries his face against the pillow.
As he feels his insides twisting and his balls tightening up, he gasps, “I’m
going to-”
But he already is. Everything goes white as he comes, not caring where his mess
lands. His entire body tenses and then releases, cock pulsating. He can barely
hear Victor’s breathless moans over his own, and he slaps his hand over his
mouth to stifle the sound, realizing that Yuuri is still sleeping. His orgasm
is hard and fast, leaving him limp. He barely registers Victor cleaning him up,
shuddering as a tissue touches his softening member.
By the time he opens his eyes, Victor is rubbing his back gingerly. “You okay?”
he murmurs, brushing back Yuri’s hair.
Yuri nods, wrapping his arms around Victor’s waist. “Thank you,” he whispers.
Victor chuckles, pressing a kiss to his head. “It’s nothing to thank me for. Do
you feel better now?”
Embarrassment taking over once more, Yuri nods into Victor’s chest. “Do you
want me to…” Yuri gestures at Victor’s crotch, where his erection is still
prominent.
Victor breathes out, spurts of warm air hitting Yuri’s scalp. “No, no. I want
you to cuddle up with Yuuri and try to get a little more sleep. I’m going to go
have a shower and cook some breakfast, okay?”
“But Vitya, I-”
“Shh…” Victor rubs Yuri’s back, sighing deeply. “I love when you call me that,
Yura. I think it’s because you don’t say it very often.”
“Vitya,” Yuri repeats, barely audible.
“I love you, little Yura. Get some rest for me.” With that, Victor slips from
the bed.
Yuri waits until the bathroom door closes and the shower starts to creep from
the bed and pull on his clothes. He tip-toes past the hall bathroom, only
pausing for a moment to listen to Victor’s muffled grunts and moans. In the
foyer, Yuri slips on his shoes and finds Makkachin’s leash. He calls the dog
over, hurrying her out the door for her morning walk. As Yuuri said, it’s okay
if he can’t say the words, yet. He can still let them know that he loves them.
Yuri smiles as he steps into the brisk, morning air.
***** Cinnamon and Honey *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
“Hey,” Mila murmurs, hugging Yuri from behind as he leans at the edge of the
rink. She rests her chin on his shoulder, squeezing him.
“Hey,” he replies, placing a hand over her arms to keep them there. “You okay?”
Mila hums noncommittally, sighing. “You remember Sara?”
Yuri thinks back, remembering the dark-haired girl, Michele’s twin sister.
“Yeah, what about her?”
“We talk sometimes, and… we were talking a lot more for a while. I thought we
might have been developing a thing, you know?”
Yuri turns slightly, humming. “You weren't?”
Mila laughs bitterly, hiding her face in Yuri's shirt. “She doesn't like
girls,” she murmurs sadly. “So she doesn't feel the same way about me, she
said.”
“I'm sorry,” Yuri whispers, rubbing his hand over her arm.
“She said she's not weirded out that I like her… She said we can still be
friends, that nothing will change.” Mila sighs dramatically, groaning into
Yuri's shoulder. “I know it won't be the same though.”
“You like her a lot?”
Mila nods, squeezing Yuri again. “I thought… the way we would talk, I thought
it was… more than the ways friends talk. I guess I got my hopes up by
assuming.”
“You'll be okay, though?” Yuri noses at her head until she lifts it, locking
eyes with him.
“You know I will,” she assures him. “I'm tough.”
Yuri squeezes her arm with his hand, snorting. “Yeah, I know that.”
Mila smiles softy, leaning in and placing a playful kiss on Yuri's cheek.
“Thanks for letting me mope, sweetie. Love you.”
Yuri doesn't think twice about answering “love you, too” as she pulls away. How
is it that he can express his love for her so easily, but not Victor and Yuuri?
Sighing, Yuri trains his eyes across the ice. They are working on a routine
together, giggling and grinning. Victor's hands easy drift on Yuuri's body,
unafraid to touch him. Yuuri accepts every sign of affection, unquestioning.
“Yuri!” Yuuri notices him staring, and probably scowling, motioning him over.
“Come here!”
He skates over, only to be wrapped up in Yuuri's arms. “You look grumpy. What's
wrong, Pirozhki?”
Yuri shrugs, sighing as Victor closes him in from behind. He breathes in their
colognes, shaking his head against Yuuri's chest. Remembering the burnt
sandalwood of Yuuri's eyes and the way Victor's look like rain, he is once
again struck with the feeling of not belonging. Before he can stop himself, he
voices his concerns.
“The two of you are meant for each other, and I feel like it doesn't come as
easily to me. And… you each have a piece of each other. Victor, your cologne is
sandalwood and salt, and Yuuri's eyes are burnt sandalwood. Yuuri's cologne is
rainwater and mint, soft and overcast, like your eyes. I can never express my
feelings and we aren't effortless with each other like the two of you are.”
“Yura?”
He knows he is making no sense, so he buries his face deeper against Yuuri's
chest. “Forget it.”
“I won't forget it,” Victor argues. “Look at me, please.”
Yuri pulls away from Yuuri's chest just enough to twist within their arms, eyes
locking with Victor's. “I never make any sense when I try to explain things,”
Yuri complains.
Victor brushes back a strand of hair that has fallen from Yuri's ponytail. He
leans in, bringing his face to Yuri's neck. Yuri freezes as Victor inhales
deeply, humming with content. “Did you know that if you look really close at
Yuuri's eyes in the light, you can see little speckles of red in there?”
“What?” Yuri mutters, perplexed.
“It's true, you can,” Victor continues. “And, I've got some blonde strands in
my hair. Did you know that, Yura?”
Yuri swallows hard, nodding. “I know.”
Victor smiles, pressing a kiss to Yuri's cheek. “Your cologne smells like
cinnamon and honey, love.” It's the first time Victor has called him that; it's
a name Yuri had figured was reserved for Yuuri only. “Cinnamon, like the red in
Yuuri's eyes, and honey, like the blonde in my hair. So I guess we've got a
part of you, too.”
Yuri's lip trembles with the weight of what Victor has said. No matter what he
needs, Victor and Yuuri comply. Any reassurances are given without question,
and they always meet him where he stands. “Idiot,” Yuri barks, the tears in his
eyes spilling over onto his cheeks. “You s-stupid old man.”
Yuuri chuckles in his ear from behind, pressing a kiss to his head. “He's
right, though.”
“Don't cry, Yura,” Victor murmurs, thumbing over Yuri's cheeks. “There's no
need to cry.”
Yuuri argues, “let him cry if he needs to. He doesn't need a reason.”
“Both of you shut up,” Yuri mumbles weakly. He tugs them both closer, letting
them fully envelope him. It's a comfortable cocoon, and he savors every second
of their warmth. “I want to go home,” he mumbles.
Victor pets his hair carefully, whispering, “we can if you want to, Yura, but
Yakov will be mad. Are you sure you don't want to stay?”
Yuri sucks in a deep breath, shifting in their arms. “I want to go home, and…”
Word fail him yet again, so he chooses actions instead. After a quick scan of
the room to assure no one is watching them, Yuri cranes his neck up and presses
a succinct kiss to the corner of Victor's mouth. “...do that. Can we?”
“Show Yuuri,” Victor murmurs, almost sensually. “Show Yuuri what you want to do
when we get home.”
Yuri humors him, twisting in his arms until he is facing Yuuri once more. “I
want to do this,” he breathes, leaning in. His lips touch Yuuri's, featherlike.
Yuuri's cheeks are red when Yuri pulls away.
Yuuri exhales shakily, moving his hands down to Yuri's waist. He thumbs at his
sides, sucking the breath back in. “I want to go home too, Vitya,” he mumbles
pitifully. “I really want to go home.”
Victor chuckles, a hand reaching up and petting Yuuri's hair. “Okay, we'll go
home, then.”
Victor deals with Yakov, giving him some excuse that Yuri knows the old man
doesn't believe. They slip away from the rink and walk down the street, the
three of them linking hands. By the time they get home, Yuri's skin is on fire.
He is hardly able to wait until the door is unlocked to pin Yuuri against the
wall, crashing their lips together.
“Yuuri,” he whispers against his lips, “I'm glad we came home.”
***** Butterfly Kisses *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Yuuri breathes shallowly, warm spurts landing on Yuri's lips. “Me too,” he
whispers. “I'm glad we came home, too.”
Victor anchors himself behind Yuri, effectively trapping Yuri between them, and
Yuuri between Victor, Yuri, and the wall. “What do you want to do, love?”
Victor whispers, his thumbs rubbing at Yuri's hips.
Yuri knows that they are both holding back. They're waiting for him to set the
rules, to make boundaries. But, he doesn't know them yet. All Yuri knows is
that his body feels warmer than it should, and the only thing he wants to feel
is Yuuri's lips against his. Yuri presses his lips to Yuuri's again in a
succinct touch before whispering, “I just want to…” As always, he is at a loss
for words.
Yuuri's expression is open, and he smiles at Yuri reassuringly. “You can show
us, instead,” he suggests. “It only goes as far as you want it to, Yuri.”
He sighs with relief, his hands reaching out and resting on Yuuri's sides. He
wordlessly leans in once more, flesh to flesh smacking softly between contact.
Victor kisses Yuri's neck tenderly, touches that he can hardly feel. He is
glass, and Victor won't break him. Yuuri waits for Yuri to make the first move
towards something more. He is grateful for their patient natures.
Yuri kisses Yuuri with more passion, maybe even a bit of lust. His hand grip at
his sides, thumbs rubbing methodically as Victor's do to his own. He hears a
soft moan as he and Yuuri kiss, only realizing that the sound came from him
when he is fully sandwiched between their bodies. It feels almost too good; his
body is on fire.
“Couch,” he whispers. “Can we sit on the couch?”
They barely break any contact to move, Yuri's lips still pressing to Yuuri's as
Victor guides them to the couch. They sit in the same order- Yuri is held
between their bodies. It's not enough, though. Yuri inches even closer to
Yuuri, his kisses becoming more insistent as he lowers himself right onto
Yuuri's lap in a straddle.
Yuri swipes his tongue over Yuuri's lips, and they open for him without
hesitation. Once inside, however, he doesn't know what to do with the organ.
Luckily, Yuuri takes the lead and moves his tongue around Yuri's. He sucks on
it, eliciting a gasp from Yuri and a giggle from him. Yuri can feel every sound
Yuuri makes in his own mouth; they are connected as one.
Yuri is heady from Victor's hands on his sides, his soft kisses on his neck. He
is drunk on Yuuri's tongue in his mouth. He presses down against Yuuri, gasping
at the obvious hardness he meets. He fights the urge to grind down on it,
forcing himself to break away from the kiss long enough to murmur, “did I do
that?”
Yuuri smiles, nodding. His breath is shallow and needing, but his hands still
graze Yuri's sides as if he isn't fighting off lust. “Victor hasn't even
touched me. It was all you, Yuri.”
Yuri did that. Yuri makes him feel good, makes him want. He whimpers to cover
up a moan as he experimentally grinds down, causing Yuuri to whine and cant his
hips up for more contact. He immediately gasps, sinking back down as his hands
begin to tremble at Yuri's sides.
“I'm sorry!” Yuuri gasps. “Yuri, are you al-”
“Do it again,” Yuri whispers, almost inaudible. Their faces are still close
enough that he feels Yuuri's breath above his lips, and he moans as Yuuri's
hardness comes back up to rut against his own.
“Do you like that, Yura?” Victor murmurs in his ear, chuckling softly. “Do you
like seeing how easily you can make him fall apart?”
Yuri nods shamelessly, whispering, “can I please touch you?”
Yuuri grunts softly, biting his lower lip. “Only if you promise to stop if
you're uncomfortable.”
“I promise,” Yuri breathes, slipping his hand between their bodies.
He's shaking as he cups Yuuri's package; nerves get the best of him as he
squeezes it carefully. He swears he can feel Yuuri twitch beneath the fabric of
his pants as he moans, trying but failing to stifle the sound. Yuri moves his
hand experimentally, touching the outline of his cock with his thumb and two
fingers, just feeling.
“Can I touch you for real?” Yuri whispers, voice shaking with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Yuuri breathes. “Yes, if you'd like to.”
Yuri fuels himself with the desperation in Yuuri's voice, slipping his hand
under the waistband of his pants without further hesitation. He's clumsy,
pulling Yuuri's member out. Yuri flushes as Yuuri's hardness gets caught on the
waistband, having to use both hands to get Yuuri exposed.
“Sorry,” Yuri apologizes softly.
Yuuri opens his mouth to speak, but Victor beats him to it, rubbing on Yuri's
hips softly. “You're doing so well, love. You're feeling okay so far?”
Yuri's hand grasps the base of Yuuri's dick as he nods, pumping the length
slowly. “I'm just nervous that I won't do very good,” he admits softly.
“It feels amazing, Yuri,” Yuuri whispers, eyes fluttering shut.
“Do you want me to guide you?” Victor asks lowly in his ear.
Yuri nods, eager for Victor's help. He knows he is inexperienced, but he still
wants to make Yuuri feel good. Victor presses a few kisses to Yuri’s neckline,
murmuring hotly onto his skin. Soft words, careful directions, all of which
Yuri follows diligently. He squeezes Yuuri’s member at the base, he gathers the
pre-come from Yuuri’s head and uses it for lubrication. Yuuri’s head peeks out
further and further as Yuri strokes him, getting redder by the second.
“Yuri, I’m close,” Yuuri whispers.
Victor hums, encouraging him. “Look how quick he is for you. You make him
unravel so easily.”
Yuri bites his lip, pumping Yuuri's cock even faster. Yuuri whimpers, his voice
cracking as he spills all over Yuri's hand. He chants Yuri's name like a prayer
as his dick pulsates in Yuri's grasp. It's hot and sticky- and though Yuri has
spilled all over himself many times- this feels so much more intimate.
“Was it good?” Yuri asks self-consciously as Yuuri's cock starts softening.
Yuuri nods, smiling brightly. Yuri hardly notices Victor cleaning them both off
with tissues as Yuuri murmurs, “thank you, Yuri. Are you okay?”
Yuri nods, pulling Yuuri into a tight embrace. He focuses on nothing but
Yuuri's scent, and his breathing. He is still panting, and Yuri feels Yuuri's
heart pounding against his own chest. They kiss, and it's soft and sweet. It's
everything that the kisses they shared earlier were not. Victor wraps his arms
around them both, cocooning them. When Yuri's lips leave Yuuri's, Victor's
replace them with a succinct touch.
“I love you both,” Victor whispers.
The words are everything that Yuri needs, and he wants nothing more than to be
able to return them. But they get stuck in his throat like they always do, and
he ends up hiding his face in Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri presses a kiss to Yuri's
hair as if to assure him that it's alright before murmuring to Victor, “we love
you, Vitya.”
***** Paralysis *****
Chapter by FullBladderLemons
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The ice is glass, but it doesn't break. It's the last thing Yuri sees before
his vision blackens. Ice, cold and unforgiving against his cheek. He feels like
he's lying inside of Victor's eyes, a cool blue with a grey sheen. Everything
is a blur, except that horizontal glass that his eyes train to. He blinks-
once, twice. Is it becoming foggy? The garbled combination of Victor and
Yuuri's voices is the last thing Yuri hears before he loses himself completely.
It's the first thing he hears when he regains consciousness, as well. He feels
nothing but overwhelming nausea, and he barely has time to turn his head before
he's gagging. Somewhere, in another universe, something is held to his mouth
for him to vomit into. A soft voice fills his ears though he can't make out the
words, and a warm hand pets his hair. Back in reality, Yuri drifts off again.
Paralysis is a frightening sensation. Perhaps he's just dreaming. He hears
muffled voices, but he can't open his eyes. His throat feels tight and raw, his
eyes are swollen shut. His head aches so badly- there is an extra pulse beneath
his skull. Is his brain going to explode? His bones can't handle this much
pressure. It hurts; it hurts so badly.
He vomits again, or maybe he's just expelling his soul. Something comes up, but
he doesn't register it leaving his body. He's choking, he's dying- why is
everyone shouting? His chest aches, his ribs are splintering. He thinks he
feels a warm touch, but then he grows cold once more.
How long has he been trapped inside this dream? Days, weeks, months? He's cold;
is he still on the ice? No, the glass is broken… or, is he broken? He can't
remember, though he knows that he doesn't feel whole. He shivers, and something
warm touches his forehead.
Are you there, God? It's me, Yuri. It starts as a joke- a memory, a fragment.
Standing outside the cathedral with Dedushka, wondering why he wouldn't just go
inside. But then, Yuri begins to pray. Promises that he will never keep course
through his mind- he'll never talk back to Yakov again, he'll call his
grandfather more, he'll tell Yuuri and Victor how much he loves them. Are you
there, God? I'm feeling very cold.
He stops bargaining. He aches, but the voices that were once muffled become
less so. He can't make out words and he can't open his eyes, but he doesn't
feel quite as cold. Behind closed eyes, he replays the horizontal glass fading
away. What the hell happened?
Yuri swallows. It's the first conscious effort he can manage, the first
guttural instinct as he begins to warm. He swallows. The simple action is a
reassurance- I'm alive. If I can swallow, I'm alive. He longs for something
more to ground him, but for now, his own saliva running down his throat will
have to do.
He can feel his limbs- they're all still there? He wiggles his fingers and
toes, pursing his lips and trying to make any sort of sound. He thinks he
manages a grunt, but he is soon silenced by a soft voice and a warmth
surrounding him. It's comfortable, familiar. It smells like rain water and
mint.
His eyes are heavy, but he manages to crack them open the slightest bit. It's
too bright- he shuts them again almost immediately. He tries again, letting his
eyes adjust. It's bright and it's blurry, but he makes out two dark blobs
against a white landscape, both of which rush closer as he turns his head. He
falls asleep again just as they reach him.
His lips are dry and cracked, but he manages to wet them with his tongue. He
moans, or maybe he grunts. He can't be sure, but as his eyes open once more,
both dark blurs are close to him. He coughs and tries to move, but is gently
pushed right back down.
“Yuri, shh, it's okay.” Too loud; it's too loud. “You're okay, lie back for
me.”
His cheeks feel wet. Is he crying? Maybe that's why he can't see a thing. He
tries to speak Yuuri's name, but it comes out too quiet and garbled. Warm lips
touch Yuri's cheek, and he hears Victor speak. “Rest for us. Don't try to speak
or move. We're right here, Yura. Don't be afraid.”
He collapses into comfort.
The final time he wakes, he can see. It's blurred and his eyes keep watering,
but he can focus on Victor and Yuuri sitting at his bedside. Relieved, he takes
in a deep breath. He's alive, he's okay. He's out of that terrible dream.
“What happened?” His voice isn't his own- it's rough and raspy, broken.
Yuuri grabs his hand and kisses it before threading their fingers together, and
Victor nuzzles into Yuri's neck. He can feel Victor's sigh of relief ghost his
skin and he squeezes Yuuri's hand. “You fell, love. On the ice.”
“You hit your head, Yuri. They thought it was just a concussion but it seemed
to be a bit more of a problem… Let's not get into it right now, okay?”
“How long ago… did I fall?”
They are silent for a moment, until Victor presses a kiss to Yuri's neck. “Two
days ago,” he breathes. Yuri gasps as he feels hot tears trickle onto his skin,
Victor's body beginning to tremble. “We were so afraid, Yurochka. You weren't
waking up.”
Yuri feels his lips trembling as he struggles to hold back his own tears, but
they leak down his cheeks despite his efforts. “I was afraid, too. It felt like
a bad dream.”
“You're going to be just fine, Yuri,” he is assured by Yuuri. “The doctor said
so. So don't worry, okay?”
“What was I doing, when I fell?”
“You don't remember?” Victor whispers.
Yuri shakes his head, causing sharp pains to shoot through his entire skull.
“Ow! Oh…”
“Yuri, don't move your head around!” Yuuri moves quickly, steadying Yuri by
placing his hands on his cheeks. “You can't shake your head around like that,”
he whispers, softer.
Their faces are close enough that Yuri can move the slightest bit forward,
brushing their lips in a sweet kiss. He's never been so grateful to be able to
kiss someone before. Yuri smiles as they stare at each other, and Yuuri smiles
back with all the love in the world. Yuri feels tears gathering in his eyes
again as Victor untangles himself from where he had burrowed, wiping his own
tears.
“Don't cry, Vitya,” Yuri whispers, though his own eyes are leaking. “You never
cry.”
“I'm happy, Yura. I'm glad you're okay.” Yuuri pats his back reassuringly as he
adds, “I love you.”
Yuri remembers the unspoken promise in his broken haze. Trembling, he takes a
deep breath.
Chapter End Notes
     Guys, even if you aren't happy with what I did here, please take it
     easy on me. I've been dealing with some really intense depression
     lately, and I know it's bleeding into my writing. Please be kind; I'm
     fragile right now.
***** Bedrest *****
“I-” he chokes up, cheeks heating. “Me too,” he manages, though he knows it's a
cop-out.
“Hey,” Yuuri says softly, tilting Yuri's chin with a soft touch. They lock
eyes, and Yuri immediately relaxes. “Thank you, Yuri,” he whispers.
Yuri falls asleep with Victor and Yuuri curled up on either side of him on the
tiny hospital bed. It's cramped and Yuri can't move, but he is grateful. He
accepts every affection that they offer, drunk on sandalwood and salt, rain
water and mint. He isn't cold any longer; he soaks up their heat gratefully.
Yakov and Mila visit Yuri the next day. Dedushka FaceTimes him with the help of
a nurse at his facility, and the doctors release him after another two days in
the hospital. He feels a bit wobbly and his head aches, but he is glad to go
home. It will be two weeks until he can skate again, but Victor and Yuuri do
their best to keep his mind off that.
He is on bedrest for a few days. He can't even go to the rink to do his
stretches. Even worse, Victor and Yuuri insist that he can't be alone. Each
day, one of them goes to practice in the morning and the other stays home with
Yuri. In the afternoon, they switch. Yuri is riddled with guilt, knowing that
they both need to be practicing instead of sitting at home with him.
“Yuuri,” Yuri groans as they lay on the couch together. “I feel like shit.”
They are under a giant pile of blankets, and Yuuri untangles himself enough to
press the back of his hand to Yuri's forehead. “I can't give you another
painkiller, yet. It hasn't been long enough since th-”
“That's not what I meant.” Yuri moves closer to Yuuri, settling between his
legs and leaning back. “You idiots are missing practice, and you don't have to
be. I don't need you to baby me like this, I'd be just fine on my own.”
Yuuri is silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice shakes in a way that
tells Yuri he is certainly wearing that hurt expression. “We want to take care
of you, Yuri. If we were gone and something happened to you… We'd never forgive
ourselves.”
Yuri sighs, haphazardly reaching under the blanket until he finds Yuuri's hand.
He squeezes it, threading their fingers together. “Nothing is going to happen
to me.”
Yuuri buries his face in Yuri's hair from behind, nuzzling against his neck. “I
saw what you were trying to do when you fell.”
There is a pause, and Yuri swallows hard. He doesn't remember anything before
hitting his head. Everything between getting to practice that morning and
laying on the ice before passing out is a blur. “I don't remember. I don't
remember anything that happened before,” he whispers, almost afraid to hear
Yuuri's explanation.
Yuuri squeezes him, kissing the back of his neck. “It looked like you were
trying to land a quad flip.”
Yuri suddenly feels smothered. His heart begins to race, and his breathing
feels erratic. His brain aches as the memories flood back in- he was trying a
quad flip. He had thought no one was looking. He'd wanted to surprise Victor by
learning it, like Yuuri had. He had wanted to show Victor that he could do it,
too.
“Sweetie?”
Yuri shifts in Yuuri's arms, clinging tightly to the fabric of his shirt. “I'm
sorry,” he whispers hoarsely. “I wanted to… show him. Like you did.”
Yuuri rubs his back until he can breathe again, whispering, “I know that. I
know. Don't get upset.”
“I'm not upset,” Yuri grumbles.
Yuuri chuckles, helping Yuri to adjust so that he is fully in Yuuri's lap. He
settles down easily, leaning against Yuuri's shoulder and drowning in his
affection. “You comfy?” Yuuri murmurs.
Yuri nods, sinking impossibly further into the embrace. “I like that we can do
this,” he admits. It's something he could never admit before- he likes this. He
likes being held by Yuuri, sitting in his lap. Kissing him, hugging him. He
likes how Victor rolls over and spoons him in the morning, how Yuuri wakes him
with gentle forehead kisses. And he is allowed to like it.
“That we can do what? Cuddle?”
Yuri blushes up to his ears, grumbling, “well, don't call it that!”
Yuuri laughs, squeezing Yuri's torso tightly and rocking him. “But that's what
it is, we're cuddling!” He presses kiss after kiss to Yuri's warm cheek,
smiling into each of them. “My little kitten likes to cuddle me! I'm so
honored.”
“I hate you,” Yuri groans, but he makes no move to get away from Yuuri's
smothering.
Yuuri only kisses him again, chuckling. “You don’t hate me,” he affirms
quietly.
“I know,” Yuri agrees, barely audible.
Yuuri hums with content just as they hear the familiar sound of a key in the
lock. The front door opens cautiously, and Victor smiles when he sees they are
awake. “How was your morning?” He asks, tossing his keys onto the counter.
“Good,” Yuuri answers for them, untangling himself to get up from the couch.
“We had a nice morning together.”
Victor chuckles, kissing Yuuri’s lips before shooing him towards the door.
“Well, get ready for a not-so-good afternoon; Yakov is not having it today.”
Yuuri groans as he pulls on his sneakers, pouting at Yuri and Victor. “Can’t I
just stay home?”
“Not if you want any chance of beating me this season, Katsudon!” Yuri
challenges.
Yuuri grins, winking at Yuri. “You’re right about that, Pirozhki. A week on
bedrest and you can still kick my ass.”
Victor settles on the couch as Yuuri leaves, after the three of them say their
goodbyes. He wraps his arms around Yuri and murmurs, “do you need anything? A
drink, a snack?” Just as Yuri is opening his mouth to answer, Victor adds,
“hugs and kisses?”
Yuri groans, but he snuggles against Victor either way. “You're so
embarrassing.”
Victor chuckles, kissing Yuri's cheek playfully. “Bet I'm needy, too, hmm?”
“Yeah, jerk. You are.”
“Too bad, you'll get used to it,” Victor counters, holding Yuri closer. “I
missed you this morning.”
“Needy,” Yuri asserts.
“Yeah,” Victor agrees. Close to Yuri's ear, he murmurs, “what would you like to
do this afternoon, love?”
Yuri smirks, shifting in Victor's arms so that they are facing. He moves slowly
and carefully, his hands resting on Victor's thighs for support as he leans up
and slots their lips together. Victor kisses him back at the pace he sets, slow
and sensual. When he pulls back, Yuri tilts his head just so, jutting out his
lower lip.
“Could we do that?”
Victor is breathless, clearly affected by Yuri's careful ministrations.
“Please,” he murmurs, leaning in once more.
***** Yes *****
It feels good; Yuri feels at ease. He slides onto Victor’s lap in a straddle
without hesitation, pressing himself down onto Victor’s crotch. Victor only
pulls his lips away from Yuri’s lips long enough to breathe onto them, “we can
stop any time you need, love.”
He knows that, and that’s why he doesn’t need to stop. He feels Victor growing
hard beneath him, and he lets out an embarrassing moan that is only stopped by
Victor’s lips on his. He is already strained against his own pants, rocking his
hips down and trying to get as much friction as possible, though they are both
clothed.
“V-Vitya,” he murmurs, pulling away enough to lock eyes with the older man.
He’s never seen his icy blues so dark, so lidded. Victor bites his lip, opening
his mouth to spew assurances about stopping that Yuri doesn’t need to hear. “I
want…” he flushes, suddenly embarrassed.
Victor doesn’t let up, wetting his lips and lightly canting his hips up for
their erections to rub once more. Yuri moans at the contact, whimpering softly
as Victor pulls away. “What do you want, Yura?”
“I want…” he tries again, cheeks growing hotter by the second. “...you,” he
finally whispers, grinding down again.
The sound Victor expels is nothing short of glorious, and Yuri is prideful to
have caused it. Victor’s hands slide down Yuri’s side, his fingers teasing at
the front of Yuri’s waistband. “Do you want me to rub my dick against yours,
Yuri?” He breathes.
Yuri gasps at Victor’s crude language and the use of his proper name, nodding
furiously. “Yes,” he moans.
Victor wastes no time slipping his fingers under Yuri’s waistband while
simultaneously working on his own, pulling out two erections, red with want.
Yuri stares, shocked by Victor’s size when hard. He gapes, wetting his lips.
Victor languidly strokes himself with one hand and Yuri with the other, still
not bringing their members together. “What’s wrong?”
Yuri shakes his head, whimpering at Victor’s hand working him. “It’s so big,”
he marvels. “Bigger than-ah-mine and Yuuri’s.” He blushes suddenly, biting his
lower lip. “Well, Yuuri’s is bigger than mine, too, but…”
“You’re still growing,” Victor whispers, moving forward and capturing Yuri’s
lips in a kiss. The action causes him to release his lower lip from his teeth
and instead move his mouth against Victor’s. “I’m going to move them together
now,” Victor warns, a quiet whisper before euphoria hits.
He is so warm and wet against Yuri. Had they both been leaking? Victor easily
slides their cocks together, creating a friction that is foreign to Yuri. It
feels too good, and he know he is helpless to last even half as long as he
usually would, not that that is very long to begin with. Yuri groans as
Victor’s hand tightens around them both, his head pulsing in Victor’s grasp.
“Vitya,” he whispers, “I’m c-close already…”
“That’s okay,” Victor murmurs, kissing at Yuri’s neck. “I’m close, too. You
feel so good, love.”
Yuri blushes at the praise, fully relaxing as Victor’s lips press to his neck
and up his jawline. His gut coils, and he finds himself rocking into Victor’s
hand without shame. “Please, Victor,” he begs, unsure what he wants Victor to
actually do. “Please,”
“Come for me, Yura, you can come,” Victor encourages him, slotting their cocks
together at an even quicker pace. Yuri is pushed right over the edge, head
falling against Victor’s shoulder as he moans loudly. He chants Victor’s name
and is barely aware of Victor’s gasp in his ear, the strangled moan as his dick
begins to throb against Yuri’s.
They are both a proper mess. Victor instinctively grabs a handful of tissues to
clean them, but only succeeds in spreading the mess coating their shrinking
cocks and stomachs. Yuri laughs despite himself, grinning at Victor. “We made a
mess,” he whispers.
Victor chuckles, nodding as he tosses the tissues to the side. “These aren’t
helping,” he concedes.
Yuri shakes his head. “Nope.”
“We need a shower,” Victor announces. Without warning, he scoops Yuri up into
his arms, both of their pants still open and hanging off their waists.
Yuri yelps, grabbing on to Victor’s shoulders for balance. “Victor!” He scolds
half-heartedly.
“Hush,” Victor murmurs, kissing Yuri’s lips succinctly. In the bathroom, Yuri
is placed on the closed toilet lid while Victor turns on the shower. “May I
undress you?”
Yuri smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t you mean finish undressing
me?” He teases, nodding down at his opened pants.
Victor grins in return, nodding. “I guess you’re right.” He tugs up Yuri's
shirt, slipping it over his head as he holds up his arms. He helps Yuri to
wiggle out of his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side. He shoos Yuri
into the shower as he undresses, slipping in after him.
Victor keeps close enough for Yuri to be comforted by his presence, but far
enough that they aren't on top of each other. Gentle hands tip Yuri's head back
to wet his hair, causing Yuri to wince as the hot water hits his still-
sensitive skull. His stitches have dissolved, but the pressure of the water
still hurts. “Ouch,” he mutters.
“It still hurts?” Victor asks, immediately moving Yuri from under the stream.
“Yeah, kind of,” Yuri admits.
Victor nods, reaching up and twisting the showerhead to change the pressure
setting. “Is this better?”
When Victor dips Yuri's head back under, the stream of water is light and
bearable, pouring over his head like water poured slowly from a glass. “Much
better,” Yuri mumurs.
“Your hair is so long, now. Will you grow it even longer?” Victor asks as he
massages shampoo into Yuri's shoulder-length locks.
Yuri shrugs, keening at Victor’s gentle care. “I don't think so.” He relaxes as
Victor rinses his hair carefully, treating him like he's made of glass. “Can I
wash your hair, now?” Yuri asks when Victor is done.
Victor smiles, bending down so that Yuri can do so. Yuri palms together some
shampoo, carefully pushing Victor's bangs back and running his fingers over his
scalp. He massages shampoo onto every inch of Victor's head, every strand of
his hair. Victor hums quietly, expression blissful. “Feels nice,” he murmurs.
“Good,” Yuri responds, internally beaming that he can make Victor feel so
relaxed.
After Victor’s hair is rinsed, he goes to work soaping Yuri’s body along with
his own. He kneels down to wash Yuri everywhere- even in his most intimate
places. Yuri stands still as he is washed, letting Victor touch him without
hesitation. By sheer will, he manages not to become erect again as Victor
washes his genitals.
“I care about you a lot, Yura,” Victor whispers as he soaps Yuri’s legs. “You
know that, don’t you?”
Yuri nods, threading his fingers through Victor’s wet hair. “I know. I care
about you, too.”
Victor sighs, moving his hands up to rest on Yuri’s forearms. His eyes are wet
when they meet Yuri’s, his lip trembling. “Will you please promise me
something, then?” Yuri swallows hard, nodding wordlessly. He will promise
Victor anything in the world if it will keep him from crying. “Promise me that
you won’t ever attempt something like that again without help. I know why you
wanted to do it without any coaching, and I want you to know that I’m not
asking this of you to be cruel. I’m asking this of you because if you would
have injured yourself beyond repair, Yuri, I don’t think I could ever…”
He could never forgive himself. Yuri’s heart sinks into his stomach, and he
crouches onto the shower floor so he is at Victor’s level. Tears streak down
Victor’s face, and Yuri is finding it hard to forgive himself for making Victor
cry, twice in one week, at that. He cups Victor’s cheeks, trying to hold the
weight of the desperation leaking from Victor’s eyes.
“I promise,” he whispers, thumbing at Victor’s cheeks. The tears don’t stop. “I
promise, Vitya.”
Victor manages a sad smile, still crying though he tries to stop his tears. His
chest heaves and he sniffles, his lip trembling for all he is worth. “I’m sorry
for crying; I know you don’t like it when I do,” he apologizes.
“Idiot,” Yuri whispers, hugging him close. “It’s my fault that you’re crying.”
Victor hugs him back tightly, his breathing ragged and shallow. “I love you,
Yura.”
Yuri tries to answer, but all that he can stutter out is, “I-I…”
Victor meets him halfway as always, turning it into a question that Yuri is
able to answer. “Do you love me, Yura?”
Yuri buries his face in Victor’s shoulder, grateful for his perpetual
understanding. “Yes.”
***** Pale Descent *****
It is a comfort to watch them skate. He no longer feels guilty for holding them
back as he watches them glide across the ice, practicing their routines. He can
sit and stretch, bring them their water bottles. He is allowed light cardio. He
feels weightless, without the burden of keeping them at home with him.
He wanders from the rink in the afternoon. He walks down the streets he's known
for years, but he sees them through different eyes. So much has changed since
he came to skate under Yakov. And it has changed for the better, he concludes.
The pizza place, the drug store. He walks past them without a second thought.
The storefront he pauses in front of is the hair salon, staring at his own
reflection in the glass. His hair is long, almost as long as Victor's was in
his junior years. He catches a strand between his thumb and forefinger, locking
eyes with himself.
Why did Victor cut his hair? Yuri never asked him. Maybe he felt that he was
getting older, moving on to the senior division. Maybe he needed change. Maybe,
he just wanted to get a haircut and there was no meaning at all.
Yuri is still fragile and waif-like, but he doesn't fit the bill of the Russian
Fairy any longer. What if he cuts it all off? Will he look older, more
masculine? Will it fit him, or will he look out of place? Yuri finds himself
walking into the salon.
“What can I do for you, sweetie?”
Yuri tells her that he wants a haircut, and he is led to her chair. Smiling
sadly, the woman flounces out his hair, running her fingers through it. Yuri
wets his lips, staring at his reflection. No, the long hair doesn't fit him. He
isn't Victor.
“Just a trim?”
Yuri finds himself shaking his head. “No, I want to cut it short.”
She pouts, ruffling his locks once more. “But darling, didn't it take you a
while to grow it out? Are you really sure about this?”
“Yes. I'm sure.”
He tries not to wince at the sound the scissors make, sending his golden locks
to the floor.
He doesn't go straight back to the rink. He stops at the drug store, and he
spends too long in front of the mirror near the eye glasses. There's a scar on
his head, from where the dissolvable stitches have already faded. He can see it
now, clear as day. They had only shaved underneath his hair to fix his wound,
so it wasn't visible before. Now, with one side of his head shaven down, the
pink line is prominent.
The other side of his head is longer, but not by too much. An undercut, that
was what the beautician had called it. It makes Yuri look older, tougher. The
scar on his head is a sign of what he's been through. It takes him another ten
minutes before he is able to drag himself from the store. But he doesn't go
back to the rink.
“Why didn't you text us and tell us you were coming home, Yur-” Yuuri freezes
in the doorway to the apartment, Victor bumping into him accidentally from the
sudden hold up.
“Your hair, Yura,” Victor gasps, the older pair still frozen in the doorway.
“What about it?” Yuri snaps, glancing up from the couch. Potya stirs in his
lap, but settles back down almost instantly.
“You…” Yuuri takes a deep breath, clearly attempting to choose his words
carefully. “It's just a shock. We weren't expecting it.”
They finally enter the apartment, the door shutting quietly behind them. Yuri
is surrounded by them instantly, Victor sitting to his left and Yuuri to his
right. “Why did you cut it?” Victor finally addresses the elephant in the room.
“Why did you cut yours?” Yuri shoots back without hesitation.
Victor is silent for a moment. He clears his throat before speaking. “Lilia and
Yakov were in the process of breaking up, then. Lilia wanted me to keep it long
and Yakov wanted me to cut it. Yakov won the argument.”
Yuri exhales, stroking Potya’s fur. “You didn't even get to decide?”
Victor shakes his head solemnly. “No,” he whispers.
“I'm sorry,” Yuri murmurs.
Victor touches his cheek lightly, cupping it as he shakes his head. “Will you
tell us why you cut your hair, Yura?”
Yuri shrugs, sighing. “Long hair doesn't fit me anymore. I wanted a change.”
“You look handsome,” Yuuri offers belatedly.
The words make Yuri's heart swell, and he can't stop the smile that plays at
his lips. “Thanks.”
“He's right,” Victor agrees. He presses a kiss to the shaven side of Yuri's
head, smiling into the touch. “I'm sorry we didn't say that from the start, we
were just… shocked.”
“I'm sorry I didn't text you and tell you I was coming home,” Yuri counters.
Yuuri sighs with relief, kissing Yuri's cheek. “Victor said we're taking a trip
to Japan together,” he muses, “did you happen to have anything to do with
that?”
Yuri sucks in a breath, glancing up at Victor. He is met with a reassuring
smile. “I told Yakov we're going. You can't skate for a bit longer, and Yuuri
and I can train at the ice castle. We'll make happy memories together, yes?”
Yuri smiles, nodding. “When are we going?”
“In a few days,” Victor murmurs, moving his hand to the small of Yuri's back.
He rubs gently, a silent comfort. “That's okay with you?”
“Of course.” He reaches out to Yuuri, clasping their hands together. “You're
not mad at me for telling him what you said?”
Yuuri chuckles, shifting closer to Yuri. “No, I'm not mad. I'm happy that you
care about me enough to tell our Vitya, so he can help.”
Victor smiles at that, kissing both of their heads before moving from the
couch. “I'm going to go shower, loves.”
Yuuri leans his head on Yuri's shoulder as Victor leaves the room, sighing
softly. “I'm a little nervous,” Yuuri admits.
Yuri rests his head against Yuuri's, whispering, “we'll be right there with
you.”
Yuuri chuckles softly. “I know,” he muses. “That's what is keeping me from
being completely nervous. I always feel safer with the two of you.”
***** Tremors *****
On the plane, Yuri reaches for Yuuri's hand on the armrest as soon as the pilot
announces take off. Yuuri smiles at him gratefully as Victor takes his other
hand, visibly relaxing. “Thank you,” he murmurs as he grips their hands
tightly.
On the flight to Moscow, Yuuri was fine after they got into the air. Today,
however, he keeps a hold of Yuri and Victor’s hands, even after they are safely
in the air. Yuri frowns, realizing how stiffly Yuuri is sitting. He keeps
quiet, however, until he notices Victor’s head dipping closer and closer to
Yuuri’s shoulder. The oldest man has fallen asleep.
“You still seem nervous,” Yuri points out, almost conversationally.
Yuuri nods, sighing. “I am nervous.”
“To be at home?”
Yuuri nods, chuckling softly. “To see Mama and Mari, too.”
Yuri thumbs at Yuuri’s hand softly, nodding. “I’m sure they miss you.”
Yuuri locks eyes with Yuri, and it’s only then that Yuri notices how wet those
chocolate orbs have become. “I feel bad, for leaving them all alone without my
dad there. And even if they needed me home… they would never tell me. They are
selfless, like that.”
Yuri smiles, using his free hand to cup Yuuri’s cheek. “So that’s where you get
it from, then.”
Yuuri’s eyes soften, and his bottom lip starts to tremble the slightest bit.
“You’re going to make me cry on an airplane,” he whispers hoarsely.
Yuri leans forward, pressing their foreheads together with his hand still
cupping Yuuri’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, brushing their lips in a
feather-like touch. “Forgive me?”
“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, slotting their lips together once more. They kiss slow
and careful, hidden by the way Yuuri has turned in towards the window seat.
They’re in no rush, and Yuri relishes in every second that Yuuri’s warm lips
move against his.
“Do you feel better now?” Yuri asks when their lips part.
“I feel better,” Yuuri assures him.
“Good,” Yuri murmurs. He pulls away enough to lean back in his seat, patting
his shoulder. “Rest, okay?”
Yuuri leans on Yuri’s shoulder and shuts his eyes, but he doesn’t fall asleep.
Yuri knows he is pretending to be for his sake, keeping his breathing steady
and his eyes closed. Yuri plays along, using one hand to pet Yuuri’s hair and
the other to card through Victor’s. After a while, however, Yuri finds himself
smirking. He presses his lips to Yuuri’s hair, kissing him sweetly.
“You’re not very good at pretending to sleep,” he teases.
Yuuri smiles, his eyes still closed. “You caught me,” he murmurs. “I am
resting, though. We can’t all fall asleep anywhere and everywhere like Vitya.”
Yuri smiles, rewarding Yuuri with another kiss. “At least he isn’t snoring,” he
jokes.
Yuuri hums, nuzzling against Yuri’s shoulder. “I might be, soon. You’re really
comfy.”
“Good,” Yuri murmurs, resting his head on top of Yuuri’s. “Sleep, if you can.”
Yuri ends up falling asleep, himself.
The taxi ride from the airport to the onsen is a tense one. Yuuri’s breathing
is shallow and scared the entire time, and his body trembles. No amount of
touches or reassurances from Victor and Yuri seem to change his demeanor, but
the Russians don’t give up. They shower Yuuri in affection and kind words,
although Yuuri seems to sink into himself as they pull up in front of the inn.
“Yuuri!”
His mother launches herself into Yuuri’s arms, speaking in fast and
unintelligible Japanese as they walk through the front door. Yuri knows that
Yuuri is nervous and emotional, but he doesn’t expect him to completely break
down that unfolds. He begins to cry, clinging to his mother as Mari approaches
them.
“Welcome back,” she greets them quietly before kissing her brother’s head and
rubbing his back gently. She whispers something to him in Japanese before
motioning for Victor and Yuri to follow her. She leads them down the hall,
sighing softly as they approach a room. “Mama has been a mess since Dad died,”
she explains. “I think they’re going to need a moment.”
“Of course,” Victor agrees. He reaches out without hesitation as they enter the
room, placing a hand on her shoulder. “How are you holding up?”
Mari smiles at him, taking a cigarette from her pocket and placing it between
her lips. “I’ll be okay,” she assures him. She lights the cigarette, looking
Yuri up and down. “You’ve grown up, Yurio,” she tells him.
Yuri, minding his manners, doesn’t mention her calling him by that awful
nickname. Instead, he mutters, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. Smoke fills Yuri’s nose as she excuses herself,
moving toward the door. “You guys get settled, okay? Yuuri will join you soon,
I’m sure.”
Victor’s arms are around Yuri the second the door shuts behind her. “It breaks
my heart, to see him so upset,” he murmurs onto Yuri’s scalp.
“Me too,” Yuri admits hoarsely. Fear washes over him, and he inhales sharply.
“Do you think… it was a bad idea, to come here? Will it upset him more, being
here?”
Victor pulls him in tighter, rocking him gently where they stand. “This is what
he wanted, Yura. He wanted to come here. And yes, it will upset him. But it
will also help him to heal.” He pulls back, locking eyes with Yuri. Smiling
softly, he brushes back a lock of hair on the side where Yuri still has some.
“We will help him to heal, my Yura.”
Yuri nods resolutely, craning his neck up to kiss Victor’s cheek. It makes his
cheeks flush, and his eyes soften as he stares at Yuri. Yuri smiles at the
reaction, pressing his lips to Victor’s face again, this time, to the corner of
his mouth. “You’re blushing,” he whispers as he pulls away.
Victor nods, tilting his head. “I guess I am. You’re good at making me blush,
Yura.”
Now it’s Yuri’s turn for heated cheeks. He averts his eyes the slightest bit,
suddenly embarrassed for no good reason. “I guess so…”
Victor opens his mouth to speak once more as Yuri glances back, but is cut off
by the door opening. Victor and Yuri both turn in unison, frowning and pulling
away from each other. Looking at the forlorn man in front of them, Yuri feels
his lip beginning to tremble. it is Victor who manages,
“Oh, Yuuri.”
***** Homecoming *****
“Oh, Yuuri.”
Yuuri wipes away the tears that have stained his face, though more continue to
fall. While Victor is quicker with his words, Yuri prides himself in being
quicker with his actions. He rushes to the doorway, wrapping his arms around
Yuuri’s waist. A gasp sounds close to his ear, and Yuuri is broken once again.
“It’s okay,” Yuri encourages him, pulling him further into the room. Victor
gets mind to join them across the room, shutting the door behind them before
joining their embrace. “You’re okay,” Yuri whispers against Yuuri’s neck.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri whimpers. “I know I said I wanted to come back, but it’s
just so hard to be here and know that he isn’t here.”
“We know, it’s okay,” Yuri whispers. “It’s okay to be upset.”
“We’re right here, Yuuri. Let it out, you’re okay.”
“I feel so guilty for leaving her; she needed me.”
Victor shakes his head, kissing the top of Yuuri’s. “Love, we can stay as long
as you want to. As long as you need to.”
“Don’t feel guilty, Yuuri. You shouldn’t feel guilty.” Yuri feels a lump
growing in his throat, one that he can't quite manage to swallow. Tears burn
behind his eyes and he struggles to keep his composure.
Yuuri raises his head enough to lock eyes with Yuri, lip trembling as tears
continue to streak his face. “I want to be strong, Yuri.”
Yuri breaks completely. Hot tears trail down his cheeks and he struggles to
take in a breathe. “Shut up!” He hisses, beginning to sob. “I fucking told you
that you’re strong!”
“Yura,” Victor warns, but Yuuri shakes his head as if to shush him.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset, Yur-”
“You’re strong!” Yuri clings to Yuuri, body shaking as he struggles to assert
himself. “This doesn’t make you weak,” Yuri pleads.
“Yura,” Victor whispers, softer. “Come on, both of you. Let’s sit down on the
bed together; let’s decompress.”
He holds them both so close, they are practically in his lap. He alternates
whose head he kisses, rubbing their shoulders carefully. “I… I wish I could
make you see how strong you really are,” Yuri grits out.
Victor sighs, beginning to rock them both gently. “Let it out, both of you.
It's okay. You'll feel better after.”
Yuuri reaches across Victor's body for Yuri's hands, holding onto both of them
tightly. He laces their fingers together as tears streak his face, his head
leaning on Victor's shoulder whilst Yuri's rests on the other. They cry for a
while, but Yuri doesn't know how long. Eventually, his eyes feel swollen and
his head aches. His eyelids refuse to stay open for more than a few seconds.
Yuuri is faced with obvious exhaustion, as well. Yuri mumbles sleepily as
Victor helps them both to lie down on the bed, intertwined in each other's
arms. Yuri is in a state of paralysis as Victor whispers, “rest, my loves. I'll
be right down the hall if you need me.” Yuuri holds onto Yuri even tighter.
Yuri doesn't remember drifting off, but he soon wakes. It's dark,and Victor
still hasn't come back. Yuuri is still tangled with him, arms and legs
intertwined in ways Yuri didn't know was possible. Gently, Yuri untangles his
arm enough to brush Yuuri's cheek with the back of his hand.
“Yuuri, wake up.”
He stirs, eyes blinking open. “Where-” his eyes open wider, and he glances
around the room. He finally hums, nodding. Sheepishly, he moves his hand to cup
Yuri's cheek. “Sorry about before, Yuri.”
Yuri shakes his head, tangling his fingers in Yuuri's hair and rubbing his
scalp gently. “Do you feel better now?”
Yuuri nods, pressing their lips together. As he pulls away, he chuckles softly.
“Vitya was right, I feel better after crying.”
There is a knock on the door, and Yuuri untangles himself with a grunt. He pads
across the room and opens the door enough that Yuri can see his mother, and
smell a familiar dish wafting through the air. After a short exchange in
Japanese, Yuuri turns and motions Yuri out of bed.
“Mama made katsudon,” he explains.
Victor is sitting at the low table when they enter, and he pats the pillows on
either side of him. Yuuri sits on one side of him and Yuri on the other, and
Yuri watches as Victor places a kiss on Yuuri's cheek, asking him how he's
feeling. Yuri can't help the few seconds of burning jealousy that he endures,
eyes burning as he realizes that this is going to be his life for the duration
of their stay. The Katsuki’s don't know that they are all together, and so they
have to treat Yuri as if-
Victor's lips touch his cheek, warm and gentle. Yuri blinks- once, twice. His
cheeks are burning. Victor stares inquisitively, asking, “and you? Are you
feeling better, as well?”
Yuri can't move, he can't speak. Mari and Yuuri's mother don't react, they
don't say anything. Yuuri's mom continues to place down bowls of food, and Mari
sips her tea, disinterested. Yuri lets out a shaking breath, realizing that
Victor was always handsy, and they probably wouldn't think anything of his
casual affection. Victor is still staring, expectant, and his eyebrows knit
with worry.
“Are you o-”
“I'm feeling better,” Yuri manages softly. “Sorry,” he adds. “I was spacing
out.”
Victor reached down and gives his hand a knowing squeeze under the table. “They
won't think anything of it,” he murmurs in Russian. “But if you don't want me
to, then I-”
“I want you to,” Yuri assures him in their native tongue. He can't help the
blush that spreads over his cheeks at his own admission.
Victor smiles, squeezing Yuri's hand again before reaching up to bring his own
hands together, as if to pray. Yuri sees Mari and Yuuri's mother assume the
same position, and Yuuri, as well. Yuuri smiles at him with twinkling eyes as
Yuri follows suit.
“Itadakimasu!”
***** Difference *****
Yuri never found public baths to be relaxing, but after his first stay in
Japan, that changed. It had been strange to bathe with others, at the time,
especially with Yuuri and Victor. Victor's “stretching” by the onsen had made
Yuri grow red up to his ears and hard as a rock. He'd had to draw his knees up
to his chest and will the erection away before the older men noticed.
Tonight, they are alone in the bathing area. Inside, Yuuri sits them on stools
so they can wash. They are in blissful solitude, and Victor insists on
partaking in the Japanese custom of washing each other's backs. However, he
also insists on washing each other fully. So, Victor washes Yuuri, Yuuri washes
Yuri, and Yuri washes Victor.
The touches Yuri both gives and recieves are much too intimate to be for
bathing. He massages Victor's shoulders as he scrubs him with soap, just as
Yuuri had done to him. Victor hums quietly, eyes falling shut as he relaxes.
“That feels good, Yura,” he murmurs.
“Good,” Yuri whispers breathily, close to Victor's ear.
“Yura,” Victor chastises lightly, “this modesty towel isn't going to hide the
erection I'll get if you keep whispering in my ear like that.”
Yuri flushes, receiving an amused smirk from Yuuri. The Japanese man reaches
out and runs his fingers through the longer side of Yuri's hair. “You're
embarrassing him, Vitya,” Yuuri murmurs.
Yuri swallows hard, shaking his head. “I'm okay.” He does add, however, “can we
rinse off and get into the water?”
They do just that. It's as empty in the springs as in the washing area, and
Yuri gladly slips into the water with his nude companions. Yuuri's head lolls
back immediately, resting on the stone behind them. “I always miss this,” he
sighs.
Victor hums in agreement, tilting his head back as he brings his hand to Yuri's
thigh. “It is very relaxing.”
“You like the springs now, Yuri?” Yuuri asks him conversationally.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, shifting closer to Victor. His hand is jerked further up
Yuri's thigh from the movement, but neither man attempts to change their new
positioning.
Victor's close proximity and the heat of the water gets Yuri's blood flowing,
and soon enough, he has a throbbing erection. He knows that the density of the
water is making it malleable, and he knows that it has swiped Victor's hand
more than once. Just as embarrassment begins creeping up and Yuri is about to
shift away, Victor squeezes his thigh gently.
“There's no one else here, it's very late. If you want, I can sit you up here,”
Victor motions behind them, “and take care of you.”
Yuri blushes, eyes widening as Yuuri looks down into the water. His face
softens with understanding, and he nods. “Vitya’s right, no one will walk in.
Even Mama and Mari are asleep.”
Yuri ponders for a moment, finally nodding. Victor's strong hands lift him
under the arms, placing him up on the edge of the spring and exposing him
completely. He finds himself blushing as the cool air contrasts the heat of the
water, and he shrinks down to a semi. Victor, kind and gentle as always, lifts
Yuuri out of the spring in the same manner, placing him next to Yuri.
“It's okay,” Yuuri murmurs, “mine's shrunk too.”
Yuri steals a glance down, and Yuuri is correct. His flaccid cock is clearly
cold, hiding inside his foreskin. Yuuri places his arm around Yuri's waist and
thumbs his hipbone, leaning his face in towards the younger man's. A few
gentle, subsequent kisses meet Yuri's lips, just as Victor's hand wraps around
his cock. He can't help but groan into the kiss, his cock getting back to full
mast in record time.
Victor strokes him languidly, kissing at Yuri's thighs, just above the knee.
“Yura,” Victor whispers against his damp skin, “would it be okay if I used my
mouth?”
Yuri moans at the words alone, pulling his lips from Yuuri's. The thought alone
of Victor’s mouth on him almost makes him blow his load. He nods frantically,
gasping against Yuuri’s lips, “please, Vitya.”
Yuuri chuckles, kissing him more forcefully. “You’re so eager, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. Never in his sixteen years has Yuri ever expected to like a pet
name as sappy as that, but he finds himself glowing. It’s only a second later
that Yuri feels a warm stripe being licked from his balls all the way up to the
head of his cock, and he shudders with a muffled moan. Victor licks him again,
another teasing touch that makes him buck his hips for more. Gently, Yuuri
holds him in place with the hand that teases his hip bone.
“You like it?” Yuuri whispers hotly in his ear.
All Yuri can do is nod, biting his lip hard enough to bleed as Victor finally
engulfs his cock. The wet heat is overwhelming; it feels as if Victor might
swallow him whole. He takes Yuri deep, nearly every inch of his girth. Yuri
gasps and tries his best not to cant his hips, only succeeding with Yuuri’s
assistance.
“Vitya,” Yuri moans unchastely, “it feels so good.”
Victor hums around Yuri’s dick in response, sending shooting pangs of arousal
through his entire being. His gut is coiling already, unable to stand the way
Victor’s mouth works him as if he was born to do so. He can feel his cock
twitching inside Victor’s mouth, but he is too caught up in how good it feels
to be embarrassed. His orgasm is barrelling closer, and Yuri almost feels
faint.
“V-Victor, get off, I’m going to-”
“He’ll take it in his mouth,” whispers Yuuri’s voice in his ear, and that is
what pushes Yuri over the edge.
“Oh my god,” he moans as he spills into Victor’s mouth. He struggles to keep
his eyes open, just to watch the older man. Victor’s eyes are shut, his face
blissful. Yuri watches as he continues to bob his head with hollowed cheeks,
taking all that Yuri has to give him and then swallowing it down.
He shudders as Victor pulls off his softening member, oversensitive with his
skin on fire. “Victor,” he whispers his name as he licks his lips, gathering
any excess mess and swallowing that, as well. “Thank you.”
Victor smiles, nuzzling against Yuri’s thigh before pressing a kiss to the soft
skin there. “I could watch you come apart like that all day,” he informs Yuri.
It causes a blush to rise on his cheeks, but he stays otherwise composed.
Victor turns his attention to Yuuri, then, chuckling softly. “You really liked
watching that, didn’t you, Yuuri?”
Yuuri nods sheepishly as Yuri looks down, eyes training on Yuuri’s rock-hard
member. “I liked it, yeah,” he agrees.
Victor shifts in the water, moving to the front of Yuuri. “Yura, would it be
okay if I took care of Yuuri now, or should I take him somewhere private later
on? I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Swallowing hard, Yuri felt his spent cock twitching with interest again.
“Please, let me watch.”
***** Katsudon Pirozhki *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He’s never seen them together before. Sure, he had seen them making out against
the living room wall, but he’d never seen them like this. Yuuri splayed out,
legs spread with Victor between them. Head thrown back and eyes shut as Victor
lewdly licks a bead of pre-come from the tip of his prick. Yuuri sighs softly,
reaching for Yuri and lacing their fingers together as Victor envelops him
fully.
“Oh, Vitya,” Yuuri murmurs. “That feels nice.”
Yuri hesitantly lets his free hand drift to Yuuri's chest, brushing his fingers
over Yuuri's left nipple. “Yuuri, can I..?”
Yuuri nods while wetting his lips, rocking his hips into Victor's mouth as Yuri
grasps the nub between his thumb and forefinger. Yuuri moans at the touch,
nodding. “You can be rough, Yuri. You won't hurt me.”
Yuri squeezes the pert nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He watches
Victor's head bobbing with great interest, not too distracted to watch his
method, this time. Victor bobs his head, cheeks hollowed and expression
relaxed. He occasionally pulls back and sucks the head of Yuuri’s cock, or
pulls the foreskin as far back as it will go in order to lick the underside of
him. Yuri watches, taking mental notes as he works Yuuri’s nipple with his
fingers.
The sounds Yuuri makes are amazing- he is unashamed and guttural, laying
himself out for the other men to see. His breathing grows tighter by the
second, shallow inhales that sound more like gasps and moans. “Vitya, I’m going
to come,” Yuuri whimpers.
Yuuri’s voice cracks when he climaxes, hips twitching and body shuddering as he
comes down Victor’s throat. Yuri watches as the oldest man takes it all easily,
still working Yuuri through his release. Eventually, Yuuri’s free hand finds
Victor’s head, guiding him off his member. Yuri removes his hand from Yuuri’s
chest, and Victor licks his lips and cocks his head to the side, waiting for
words of approval.
“That was amazing, Victor,” Yuuri breathes, still panting.
Victor grins, placing a hand on each of his lover’s thighs. “Now that you two
are taken care of, are you sleepy?” Yuri shakes his head, watching as Yuuri
mimics the motion. Victor chuckles, nodding. “I didn’t think so, between the
jet lag and your nap.” he pauses a moment before patting their thighs, standing
up and exiting the spring. “I’m glad, though. I have plans for us tonight.”
“Plans?”
Victor only grins at Yuri, shrugging. “Let’s go get dressed.”
It’s dark at the beach, and the only sound is the crashing of the waves against
the shore. Yuri and Yuuri are led by the hand down to the center of the beach,
just close enough that Yuri can make out the reflection of the moon shining
down on the water. Victor lays down the blanket he’d brought, settling down on
it and pulling his lovers down with him.
It’s chilly, by the shore, but Yuri can’t help but feel warm while being held
so close to Victor. His heart tingles in his chest as they sit in silence,
nothing but the waves keeping them grounded. Taking a deep breath, Yuri leans
up and presses a kiss to Victor’s cheek. He is rewarded with a soft smile, the
glint of Victor’s teeth showing in the dark.
“Thank you,” Victor whispers.
“Don’t thank me for kissing you, idiot,” Yuri whispers back.
Yuuri chuckles from the other side of Victor, reaching around his back to rest
a hand on the small of Yuri’s. “Can I thank you for telling Vitya I wanted to
come, so that we could visit? Or is that not allowed either, Pirozhki?”
Yuri scoffs, leaning in to rest his head on Victor’s shoulder. “That’s not
allowed either. Of course I wanted you to be able to visit- why wouldn’t I?”
Yuuri rubs his hand along Yuri’s back, squeezing his side softly. “Thank you,
Yuri,” he whispers defiantly.
“Listen here, Katsu-”
“Hey,” Victor murmurs suddenly, barely audible against the waves. “I got you
both something.”
“Vitya?” Yuuri questions, but Victor is already untangling himself and reaching
into his pockets.
“Shut your eyes,” he requests.
Yuri obeys, eyes fluttering shut. He hears movement to his right, Victor
shuffling and tending to Yuuri first. A moment later, there is something small
and weighted knocking against his collarbone, and then something cold hanging
from his neck. After settling back down, Victor murmurs,
“Open them.”
Yuri’s hand falls to the pendant at his neck as soon as his eyes open. The
flashlight on Victor’s phone is suddenly illuminating the three of them, and he
smiles as he sees the charm settled on his chest. “It’s a pirozhki,” he
whispers, staring down at it.
“Mine is a bowl of katsudon,” Yuuri whispers.
“Read the inscriptions on the back,” Victor requests.
Yuuri and Victor both look at Yuri expectantly, so he takes a deep breath and
flips the pendant. “For my Yura; always be brave, never be afraid.”
He swallows hard, locking eyes with Victor before turning his head to Yuuri.
Yuuri sucks in a sharp breath before reading aloud, “For my Yuuri; always be
strong, never be discouraged.”
There is a moment of silence before Yuri whispers, “It’s because I always say
I’m not afraid when I am, and Yuuri says he isn’t strong though he is; isn’t
it?”
“That’s exactly it,” Victor murmurs, pulling them both close again. A kiss is
pressed to both of their heads, and Victor sighs deeply. “I thought you might
both like a reminder.”
“Thank you, Vitya,” Yuri murmurs.
“Thank you,” Yuuri echoes, a kiss sounding as he leans in for Victor’s cheek.
The waves crashing fill their ears once more, Victor’s warmth seeping into Yuri
as he turns the flashlight back off, leaving them in blissful darkness. The
waves are loud and almost dizzying, and Yuri’s hand doesn’t leave his new
pendant. He fingers the cool metal carefully, leaning in enough that the smell
of sandalwood and sea salt fills his nose. The scent of Victor’s cologne blends
with the salt of the sea, and soon enough, Yuri can’t distinguish the two.
“Hey, guys?” He whispers, staring at the pale yellow of the moon on the ocean’s
horizon.
“Hmm?”
“Yes, Yura?”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yuri chews on his lip. Eventually, he tries
again. “Yuuri… Victor…”
Victor’s arm tightens around Yuri, giving him the strength to continue. His
fingers grip the pendant tightly; always be brave, never be afraid. He swallows
every ounce of fear bubbling up inside of him.
“I love you.”
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