Viktor's P.O.V

That voice... It can't be her..?

How can a voice that sounds so innocent, belong to a demon like her?

"Hotaru-sensei? How did you do in the Women's free skate in Canada?"

"I would've been fine if Sala Crispino didn't change her jump elements last second and changed her double, triple toe loop combination to a triple, quad axel combination." she says with a smile.

I patted her on the back trying to stay in character as Viktor Nikiforov, but she flinched at my touch and her muscles tensed up.

"Let's go eat. We can talk later."

We all began to walk to the nearest place to eat and we had to push two tables together. I sat across from Yuri, Otabek sat across from Yurio, he better not pull anything, and much to my distaste, Miko sat a bit too close to Yuri.

I did not approve, but I had to keep a cool head and a calm body.

Yuri and Miko had struck up a conversation amongst themselves and I just sat there, intensely listening.

I really didn't like her.

"Oshiete yo, Oshiete yo, sono shikumi wo! Boku no nanka Ni, dare ga iru no!"

They were singing something in Japanese that I didn't understand. Was it some type of inside joke only people who knew japanese could understand?

"Your food sirs and mademoiselle." the waiter said with three trays on a cart.

We all began to eat and both Miko and I were sneaking glares and glances at each other. It's very obvious we hate each other at this point.

And Yuri is completely sucking up to her! Her caramel eyes are looking into his milk chocolate ones and had the essence of a demon to them, and then there's that idiotic, cocky smirk on her face! Gah, It's annoying!

I sip my water and once everyone's done eating, I volunteer to pay the bill, but Miko snatches the check up and waved it next to her.

"You have to be quicker than that Nikiforov.," she said with a playful hint to her voice.

Then Yurio took the bill and paid for it with Otabek. He must've seen the looks we were giving each other.

After that, we went our separate to ways so we could rest up for tomorrow's short program, but WHAT A COINCIDENCE Miko Hotaru had the same room next to Yuri and me's rooms.

Yuri still didn't feel very comfortable sleeping in the same room as me and I have no idea why.

Ok, maybe I do know why, but still.

Before Yuri and I parted ways, however, he asked me if we could ride in the same car or walk together to the ice rink together. Of course, being the hopelessly in love man that I am, I agreed.

He also asked me if we could share a room the night before we had to leave for Barcelona. And of course, I agreed again.

One day this man is going to murder me with his adorableness.

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Yuri won silver in the free skate while Otabek won bronze and Yurio won first.

One of these says Yuri is going to win gold.

But I just cannot stop thinking about that woman and what she could do to my Yuri!

"Yuri!"

Oh great, now I'm hearing her annoying voice in my head!

"Yuri!"

Nope, nevermind. I'm just hearing her voice calling out for my fiance!

"Oh, nevermind. It's you," she says rolling her eyes and placing her hand sassily on her hip. Who does she think she is? An American high school student? "Don't you know when to quit дурак?"

Did she just call me a fool in my own language?

"Stop yourself while you're ahead, Nikiforov. Or else you'll just end up getting hurt."

I take her face in my hands, like I did with Yurio back in Barcelona, and look her in the eyes. The hallway was empty, so there was no one to accuse me of two-timing, thank God. I look at her calmly and smile.

"I know how to get to people Nikiforov. Sooner or later, I'll get to you too."

She slaps my hand away and leaves.

"Fucking 5'7 lookin.."

(@DayDreamerMoon hush)

Yuri comes back from changing and I don't talk about what happened.

We go back to the hotel and Yuri flops on the bed without taking off his shoes or his jacket. He doesn't even bother to take his glasses off and put them on the bedside table.

"Tired..."

I wrap my arms around him, actually taking my shoes and jacket off. He curls up next to me, almost cat-like behavior and I think I hear a purr from his mouth.

"Don't mind me," Yuri says yawning while curling up closer to me.

I swear, if today is my day to die, this is the best way to die.

He blushes and closes his eyes, his eyelashes caressing his soft cheeks as a blush rises off them.

"Viktor, can I ask you a question?" Yuri asks, the blush on his cheeks deepening rapidly.

"Yes, Lubov Moya?"

"A-Are you- Oh god this is so embarrassing!" Yuri says covering his face and curling in on himself.

This man is going to be the death of me one of these days, I'll tell you this much.

I hug him closer to my chest as he keeps stuttering over his words.

"Yuri, you can tell me."

"A-Are you a virgin?!"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise at the question. Who knew that shy and timid Yuri would be able to ask me this question.

Yet nonetheless, I've been expecting this question, just not so soon.

He covers his mouth and curls into a tighter ball than before. He looks like he's about to cry.

"Oh god! Stupid me! I can't just ask that out of blue! What was I-"

"It's actually, quite alright." I say propping myself upwards so that I'm not lying down anymore "I was actually wondering when this question would come up,"

Yuri kept blushing nonetheless of what I said.

"No, I'm not. I've only 'slept with' two people." I say holding up two fingers "One was a female, a childhood friend of mine. She said her boyfriend was going to dump her because she was a virgin. He had told her that if she didn't lose her pureness to someone, she would be single again. She was crying on my doorstep because she didn't want to lose him. I tried to talk her out of it, but her mind was set. I was the only one she trusted with her virginity."

Yuri nodded.

"The second time was an accident. I was drunk off my ass and Chris had disappeared on me. Some asshat came and took me home with him. I only let him screw me because I was drunk."

I shake my head trying to rid myself of the memories of that night.

Yuri nodded and said "Did you regret it? Did you regret helping your friend? Did you regret getting drunk that night?"

Now that question took me by surprise.

"Yeah, I did. I wanted my childhood friend to leave that asshole and find someone who wouldn't care if she was a virgin or not. But her mind was set and there was no talking her out of it. And yes, I do regret getting drunk that night. That guy is lucky I don't remember his face or his name. Otherwise, I would've pressed charges."

Yuri nods some more and cuddles up next to me again.

We sit there in absolute silence. One of us is going to make the next move and it might be me.

"Yuri? Do you hate me now that you know I'm not as pure as you originally thought?"

"No, actually I thought quite the opposite."

He gives me a smile and hugs me by the waist.

"Despite the fact, Viktor, will you be my first time?"

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles back at me, but it's a shy, embarrassed smile.

"Why do you ask, Lubov Moya?"

"Mmm...It's just that I want to feel close to you...More close than I already am Viktor. I want to feel your heartbeat close to mine and other romantic things like that..." he says before dropping a whole bunch of flashcards on the bed.

"These are all the ideas I had for asking you.. but none of them seemed right," Yuri says with a blush on his face. He then pulls out another flashcard and smiles. "This was the only one that kind of spoke to me. And the funny thing is...I wrote it while I was on the ice. The ideas... they came to me clearer there..." he says blushing.

He twiddles with his thumbs and looks up.

"Don't worry Yuri, I'll take care of you," I said caressing his cheek tenderly.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and take his glasses off.

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MATURE CONTENT UP AHEAD

Yuri's breathing is ragged as his heart thumps against my neck.

"V-Viktor!"

I was casually leaving kisses along his neck and holding his heated body close to mine. I found an area that Yuri really seemed to like me kissing, so I began to suck on that part of the skin.

He mewled in pleasure and rubbed his legs together. One of his legs, however, rubbed up against my crotch and I groaned into one of my kisses.

"G-Gomen..."

I shook my head and took his lips in mine. His lips tasted of strawberries for some reason, but it only gave me more of a reason to devour them.

(Me: *profuse sweating* Jesus fuck)

My tongue intertwined with his as I felt his hands grip my back tighter, his nails digging into it.

I released his mouth as we both took in air.

"This was a bit better than the Cup of China, right?"

"Much better."

I smirk and begin to unzip his jacket. I throw it across the room and do the same with his t-shirt.

The sudden exposure to the cold air makes him shiver. His body is red in some places because of how turned on he is. I only know from experience.

Oh god...He looks so adorable in this position. So sexy and vulnerable as I topped him.

Exactly how I imagined he'd be.

"V-Viktor...Don't stare!"

I laughed a bit before leaving a hickey on Yuri's collarbone.

I take off my shirt and Yuri gasps.

"Your burns and scars!"

I put my finger under and over his chin so he's looking me in the eyes.

"Yuri, the only thing that matters right now is You and I. My scars don't hurt anymore anyway."

We kiss again before I bring myself down so I drag my tongue down his neck and down to his finely toned chest. I play with his nipples are grope them for a while as he moans blissfully into my ears.

It's a beautiful noise reserved just for me.

"V-Viktor!"

"Yuri, we can stop if this is too much, you know."

Yuri shakes his head and clutches my back.

"No, this is alright."

I can feel his length against my stomach and I can feel mine against his.

The more I grind up against him, the more blissful his moans become.

He is in absolute ecstasy and, to be honest, so am I.

His hips were rolling in rhythm with mine making me just more anxious to be inside him in a loving way.

"Viktor...Take your pants off."

His tone suddenly got all dominant and I smirked.

"Of course."

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"Viktor...Are you sure that's going to-"

"Ssh," I say lovingly.

I've been preparing him for a while. He and I have been loving every single second of it.

"Yes! Viktor!"

I caress his cheek and feel the wetness of them.

"Yuri? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just...So glad that it's you Viktor..."

I smile and kiss him on the cheek.

"Me too."

I slowly thrust into him and he almost screams, but he manages to keep himself contained for the time being.

"Tell me when I can move."

Yuri took some time to breathe and adjust, and then he nodded.

I moved a bit and plunged back in, Yuri almost screamed as loud as the second time.

"Not to self: Next time we have sex, keep Yuri's mouth occupied with your mouth because he is very vocal."

"Yuri? Are you alright?"

He nods and gives me permission to keep going.

"V-Vitya!"

At that moment, it felt like a switch had been flipped in me. Just hearing him say my Russian nickname like that...

"S-Say that again," I said grabbing at the sheets and him scratching my back.

He looks at me with a confused face and then moans when I find where he likes it best.

"So, you like it- Ahh, here huh? I'll be sure to give this spot lots of- nngh... attention."

He moans more into my ear as they become louder and louder. I keep hitting that same spot and he doesn't seem to be tired of it, not that he would anyway.

"V-Vitya! Vitya!"

He throws his head back and he grips my hair for support as he climaxes onto my chest and his own.

"O-Oh god...I've never come that h-"

He stops mid sentence as I look at him curiously before a smirk crosses my face.

"Have you masturbated to me before?" I say slyly knowing the answer. The answer was as clear as day on his face.

I kiss him again smile.

"I can be just like in your fantasies Yuri."

He smiles at me, the blush still evident on his face, and says...

"This was my fantasy."