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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      breakup!Viktuuri, references_to_infidelity, Gossip, Insecurity,
      Nervousness, Kissing, Rimming, Body_Worship, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-07 Words: 2651
****** They Can't Believe I Made You Weak ******
by Ashii_Black_(ashiiblack)
Summary
     Yuri is treated like a villain when Viktor and Yuuri break up after a
     scandalous affair. He doesn't give a shit about anyone's opinion -
     except one person.
Notes
     Loosely based on Halsey's "Strange Love." This fic idea was one I had
     for NSFW Yurio Week but it never made it out of my head until now.
     So many thanks to Mysh for helping me take a PWP and turn it into
     actual feelings, and then to Icicle for the beta. You both are
     amazing human beings! <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuri threw his iPad across his bed for the fifth time that afternoon.
He wasn't sure why he continued to scroll through the gossip rags; it wasn't as
though they would ever report anything decent. Still, this was the first time
he had ever been so prominently featured in the headlines in this way.
Ice Tiger of Russia Responsible for Nikiforov/Katsuki Split???
Read an Exclusive Interview with Former Plisetsky Lover - He Doesn't Leave
Anything Out!
Olympic Gold Medalist Rumored to Have Affair With Nikiforov
17 Year Old Figure Skater Seduces Married Man 12 Years His Senior
Katsuki Flees the Country to Bestie in Thailand After Getting Dumped
Yuri Plisetsky Is a Slut
It had started two weeks ago. Viktor and Piggy had finally addressed their
separation to the public, and the shitstorm had only grown worse. Some asshole
had hacked Viktor's bank account and discovered a series of hotel charges. It
only took scrolling through Yuri's Instagram and Twitter feed to confirm that
their locations were too similar for it to be a coincidence.
Once Yuri had received a death threat, he decided to come clean to Yakov. He
was sorely disappointed in his conduct, of course, but had sent him to an empty
apartment to hide out until the outrage died down.
Yuri was opposed at first, but he was already in deep shit. It was for his own
protection. Still, it meant all he had to do all day was watch shitty
television and read all of the shit said about him online. He was given a
intense workout regimen to maintain his fitness, all while stuck in this stupid
apartment.
Otabek was training hard for Worlds, but they had Skyped several times
throughout Yuri's prison sentence. JJ - unable to compete due to an injured
knee - had visited twice, bringing him McDonald's and several letters of
support for Yuri. The fries helped, but the letters didn't.
He was surprised that JJ wasn't acting holier than thou since Yuri knew his
stance on cheating, but it seemed for once, he knew to keep his mouth shut.
Beka was as stoic as always, but had finally asked the question burning on
everyone's tongues.
"Is it true?"
That was what people really wanted. They didn't give a fuck about the morality
of the situation; they just wanted the goddamn gossip. They were so curious, so
desperate to hear what happened, how Yuri was involved in the Epic Viktor and
Yuuri Divorce of 2018.
Viktor and Yuuri were forever, perfect in the eyes of everyone but the people
who actually knew them. Their relationship had been doomed from the beginning,
constantly second-guessing themselves, failing at basic communication, all the
while trying to coach and compete with each other. Their marriage was a perfect
example of how two people could be in love but be wrong for each other. It was
an unmitigated disaster.
Everyone seemed to think that Yuri's involvement destroyed their marriage, but
really, it was the nail in the coffin of something that was already dead.
Yuri glared at the wall and picked up his iPad again and scrolled through
Twitter.
A photo popped up, one of Viktor and Yuri. It was while they were in Toronto
for Skate Canada, walking back to the hotel - to their hotel room. They were
standing far too close to be friends, Viktor's hands gripping Yuri's hips. They
were laughing. Yuri's head was thrown back, eyes shut, mouth wide in a smile.
Viktor's eyes were soft, giving him a look of pure contentment.
Yuri smiled. He remembered that night quite well. He wasn't sure who took the
photo, or why, or how much someone paid to use it, but it captured the essence
of their relationship far better than anything Yuri or Viktor could put into
words.
Not for the first time since he arrived in this stupid fucking apartment, Yuri
felt a wave of nerves hit him. Yuri knew that Viktor wanted him; that much was
true. But would he still want Yuri after everything? Was that happiness in that
photo just a memory too?
He had texted Viktor on and off during his time hiding out, but he rarely
responded. It wasn't as though Viktor was doing nothing; Yuri saw his name all
over articles as he tried to save face for breaking up with Katsudon.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door and jumped.
He wasn't expecting anyone. Yakov had insisted on using a special knock so Yuri
could ensure it was someone safe. Even JJ had texted him like a normal fucking
human being.
Yuri stood and made his way across the living room. He peered into the peephole
and saw the very person Yakov had explicitly told to not visit Yuri.
He flung the door open, yanked Viktor inside, then slammed it shut.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your own private
apartment?"
Viktor tilted his head and gave him a half smile. "I don't seem to be very good
at doing what I'm supposed to, yeah?"
He stepped forward and drew Yuri into a deep kiss in one motion.
Yuri sighed into Viktor's mouth, his toes curling as he smelled the familiar
scent of Viktor's cologne. Viktor gripped the small of Yuri's back, his fingers
digging into Yuri's skin.
A little voice in the back of his head told Yuri that Viktor was just here for
one thing - he wasn't getting to fuck Katsudon anymore and he just needed sex.
Even worse, what if Viktor was there to say goodbye? Yuri deepened the kiss
further, trying to push his fears away. He held onto Viktor as though he might
fade away, squeezing his shoulders tightly.
Far too soon, Viktor pulled away. Yuri was left gasping.
"Sorry, I had to do that. It's been two weeks and I couldn't take it any more."
Yuri slid his hands into the back pockets of Viktor's jeans and squeezed. He
drew in a breath and tried to steady his nerves. "I sure as fuck hope you
didn't just come here for that."
Viktor's gaze into Yuri's eyes intensified. "No, I didn't."
He pushed Yuri against the wall of the skeazy apartment, kissing him
desperately. Yuri gasped for breath, thrusting his hips up, loving the friction
between them. He had jerked off every day, but it didn't leave him satisfied.
Viktor always left him satisfied.
What if this was the last time he was ever satisfied?
He moaned, breaking the kiss. Viktor was so warm, and Yuri fit in his arms
perfectly. He sucked a mark on Yuri's exposed neck, then bit down on his
collarbone.
"Oh, fuck." Yuri knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the way Viktor was
touching him.
Viktor kissed him like Yuri gave him life, peppering messy kisses all over
Yuri's face. Yuri found Viktor's jeans button and undid it with one hand,
sliding down his zipper. He reached in and grasped Viktor's cock through his
underwear. Viktor let out a soft moan at the touch and thrusted into Yuri's
hand.
"Bed?"
Yuri nodded, their eyes meeting briefly before kissing again.
They couldn't stop touching each other, trading kisses as they removed each
other's clothing. They tore at their shirts and pants, flinging their clothes
in every direction. He wanted Viktor; he needed this. Yuri was somehow naked by
the time they finished the short walk to the bedroom, Viktor wearing only his
undershirt. He tugged it off, then pulled Yuri to the bed, their bodies flush
together.
Yuri had loved Viktor for years, for longer than he had been willing to admit
to himself. Viktor accepted Yuri with all of his flaws, all of the petty shit
he pulled. The idea that this was just sex made Yuri's skin crawl.
Viktor glanced over at the trashy articles staring up at him from his iPad and
frowned. "I thought Yakov told you to stay off those sites."
"Fuck that." Yuri scoffed, then threw the iPad to the floor. He didn't want to
think about that.
"No one knows what really happened except for us."
Yuri wrapped his ankles around Viktor's hips, then reached up to touch Viktor's
cheek. "They made pretty good guesses."
Viktor's head dipped down and he pressed wet kisses to Yuri's neck. "You don't
have to tell them anything."
"I won't."
"I don't like that you're hiding away in here."
There was so much bullshit in those articles, dragging his name through the
mud. A lot of what they said was true; Yuri did have an affair with Viktor, but
there was so much conjecture as to how long it had been going on and Yuri's
motives.
They called Viktor a playboy, unable to be satisfied by just one man; Piggy was
the jilted lover, too blinded by his love to see the truth; Yuri the slut, the
one who didn't have the common sense to realize that fucking a married man was
wrong, the one who tore apart the "meant to be soulmates"..
The truth was that Yuri had thought about it - a lot. But he wanted Viktor so
badly he tried to forget it, tried to ignore his moral compass. He never
thought that Viktor would look his way, not after the Onsen on Ice.
Viktor bit Yuri's nipple and snapped him out of his thoughts. He dragged his
tongue down his stomach, briefly sucking Yuri's cock before spreading Yuri's
legs wider and pressing his lips to Yuri's ass.
It had surprised Yuri at how gentle Viktor was when he prepped him. Yuri had
expected an animalistic, almost inconsiderate Viktor. Instead, he was tortured
with tantalizing touches, fingers that pumped in and out of him at a steady
pace.
Could Yuri ever find someone like this again?
"Yura."
"What?" Yuri heard his voice crack.
"What's wrong?"
Yuri felt the tears in his eyes threaten to spill over. "Nothing. Just fuck me
already."
Viktor climbed back up to Yuri and lay beside him. "You're trembling."
He tried to turn, but Viktor pinched his chin and pointed Yuri's face toward
his. Yuri stared into his eyes, tears blurring his vision.
"Tell me what's wrong."
Yuri buried his face in the nape of Viktor's neck, deeply breathing in his
scent. "What is this?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you - want to - are we -" Sobs threatened to escape from Yuri's throat. His
eyes and throat burned as he fought them down.
Viktor gripped Yuri's shoulders and pulled him back. "Have I ever given you the
indication I'd rather be anywhere but here?"
Yuri couldn't look at Viktor. "It's been two weeks, Vitya. Two weeks. You've
hardly texted me. I thought - I thought -"
"You thought I was done with you." Viktor's voice was soft and filled with
sadness.
A tear slipped down Yuri's cheek. Fuck, he was an idiot. Who could ever want
him?
Viktor wiped the tear with his thumb. He pressed a kiss to Yuri's forehead. "I
should have fought Yakov harder on this. I should have stayed with you. You've
been here alone with your thoughts. Yura, I love you. I want to be with you. As
long as you'll have me."
Yuri's head shot up at Viktor's words. "Really?"
"Let me show you how much I love you." Viktor drew him into a deep kiss,
running his fingers through Yuri's hair. "Roll over."
"Okay." Yuri wiped his eyes and complied, grabbing a pillow to place under his
chest.
Viktor's pressed his lips down Yuri's shoulders and back, whispering words of
love and encouragement. Goosebumps rose all over Yuri's skin at the gentle
touch.
Yuri loved it when Viktor rimmed him. It got him so relaxed, so turned on, so
loose. He rutted against Viktor's tongue as it slid inside of him. He let
himself get lost in the sensation, soon feeling Viktor's forefinger pushing
inside as well. Yuri could feel the softness, the love that Viktor was trying
to convey to him. This was what he wanted.
Viktor somehow managed to be both gentle and rough, teasing Yuri by barely
brushing against his prostate and then pulling away. Yuri let out a sob of
frustration and thrusted against the bed. At least that gave him some release.
"Don't come yet, Yura."
Yuri bit his lip and stopped moving, refocusing his attention to Viktor's
tongue inside his ass and his finger moving in and out of him, stretching him.
Viktor continued teasing him, eliciting frustrated moans from Yuri. He was
dying to come, but he wanted Viktor inside of him. It felt so good, so right.
Part of him had been worried that they only worked when they were sneaking
around, but this proved otherwise.
Finally, Viktor pulled away. "I want you to ride me."
"Yes."
They took a moment to switch positions so Viktor was lying on his back. Yuri
admired his length: thick and red, hard for him, hard for Yuri and no one else.
Viktor stared up at Yuri with an intense gaze.
"Do you have a condom?"
Viktor shook his head. "I want to feel you."
He stared at Viktor. This was new. Viktor had always used a condom, even with
Piggy. Yuri liked the idea that he had something with Viktor that was just his.
He drew in a breath, slicked up Viktor's cock, then positioned himself, slowly
sinking down on Viktor's cock.
Yuri had missed this so much.
He thought about what people would say when they saw him and Viktor together.
Fuck them. Yuri wanted to walk down the street hand in hand with Viktor. They
could stick their questions and gossip up their asses.
He was so full, but it felt so fucking good. Once Yuri had taken Viktor's
entire length, he took a moment to breathe and adjust. His erection had hardly
flagged at all.
After adjusting to the sensation, Yuri began to rock back and forth. He pressed
Viktor's cock against his prostate, desperate to get himself off. Viktor
wrapped his fingers around Yuri's dick and began to stroke, moving his hands
quickly. Neither of them were going to last long.
Yuri came embarrassingly fast, painting streaks of come all over Viktor's
chest. Viktor swiped some from his stomach and brought it to his mouth, moaning
at the taste, then fucked into Yuri gripping his hips with bruising strength.
Yuri could only spread his knees wider and let him do it, unable to keep up
with Viktor's speed.
Viktor came with a shout, emptying himself into Yuri's ass. Once he finished,
Yuri let himself fall against Viktor's chest, not giving a shit about the fact
that he was covered in come.
"I love you, Yura."
He pressed a kiss to Viktor's sweat-covered cheek. "I love you, too."
Yuri felt so safe with Viktor, as though his fears, doubts, and any of those
words written about him were washed away.
Yuri tilted his hips forward, letting Viktor's cock pop out of him. He felt
Viktor's come dribble out of him. He wasn't used to the sensation but didn't
mind it.
They wiped themselves down with a towel from the bathroom, then Viktor fell
asleep like the old man he was. Yuri smiled at his snoring form beside him,
then had an idea.
He grabbed his phone from the dresser and turned on the front-facing camera. He
took a picture of him and Viktor, clearly shirtless and blissed out from sex.
Yuri held up his middle finger and sneered, pressing the shutter button.
He pulled up Instagram and selected the photo, cropping it just right. No
filters necessary.
This is all you're fucking getting from me. I have a new lover. You're all a
bunch of assholes if you think that's strange. Go suck a dick and find
something else to write about now.
Yuri paused, glancing at Viktor. He'd approve. Yakov, definitely not. He bit
his lip, grinned, and posted it.
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