"Oh, where's that hickey on your neck from Yuuri?" Yuuri looked down, knowing that there were more in other places.

"And where did Viktor's mark come from?"

There was a faint red mark against his skin, he forgot to pull his shirt down.

"They look new too."

"So do the rings..."

The unofficial couple stared blankly into the audience, with the crowd waiting for an answer.

Viktor then took the microphone and said:

"That's all we've got time for!"

"Good day!"

He dropped it and they walked out, people couldn't know what the hell they did the night before.

♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢

~•♦Flashback♦•~

They were in their hotel room, right after the Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri wanted to give Viktor something special.

After making sure the door was locked and the blinds were closed, the two sat in silence until Viktor reminded Yuuri of what he wanted to speak with him about.

"What did you want to talk about."

"Lets end this."

Viktor's heart nearly shattered, what was he talking about and why did he sound so calm about it.

"What are you talking about Yuuri?"

"I want to end our coaching relationship."

"Wha-"

"I don't you to be my coach."

Viktor was about to cry, he didn't want this to happen.

After all the time they spent together, the sexual tension and the tension, the days they skated to relax themselves, they days that Yuuri cried to prove that he was worth something.

Did all of that mean nothing?

"I want you to be my husband."

Viktor grabbed hold of Yuuri’s waist and pulled him closer, pressing their chests together.

“V-Viktor?” The man in his arms looked up at him with large eyes, his face flushed ear to ear.

Viktor couldn’t help the smile that graced his face as he took in Yuuri’s appearance. He slowly reached a hand up to cradle his chin, running his thumb across Yuuri’s lower lip.

“Yes, Yuuri?” His voice was soft and slightly husky.

The hand that was wrapped around the ebony-haired man’s waist began to rub soft circles into his skin, “What do you need my love?” He leaned closer to Yuuri, their noses only a hairsbreadth from touching.

Topaz colored eyes met his frosty blue ones, never wavering even for a second.

Emotions flickered across his eyes, each lasting only a moment before dissipating into the next. He managed to recognize a few of them as they came and went:

Love, Friendship, Uncertainty, Anxiety, and the most reoccurring,

Lust.

Yuuri raised a hand to Viktor’s chest and grasped at the cloth of his shirt, holding on as if he was afraid the Russian would disappear if he let go.

"You thought that was going to be bad news?

"Viktor."

“I need you.”

He barely gave Viktor any time to process his words before pulling him into a kiss.

It wasn’t like the one they shared months ago, one that was in a spur of the moment thing.

This kiss was passionate, but it wasn’t soft or delicate. No, this kiss was raw and harsh, it was full of wanting and need. Who was Viktor to deny that to Yuuri?

He let out a gasp when Yuuri ran his tongue over his bottom lip, begging for entrance, something he was more than willing to permit. Their tongues began to dance against one another, moving in sync while still battling for dominance. He felt hands tangle themselves into his silver locks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Viktor couldn’t help the noise that escaped his throat when Yuuri began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

His moans seemed to fuel Yuuri’s desires, making the smaller man want to take charge to elicit more noises from the defenseless Russian.

Viktor felt himself begin to move backward, helpless against Yuuri’s dominating touch. As his back touched a solid surface Yuuri’s hands left his hair and began to wander around his chest, tracing patterns with his delicate fingers. He was getting too comfortable being in charge, it was his turn now.

Before the ebony haired man could offer any resistance Viktor tightened his grip on his waist and flipped their position, pinning Yuuri to the wall. He broke away from the kiss to gasp for air, taking a moment to appreciate the disheveled man in front of him. His lips were swollen and pink, his pupils were blown wide with lust and wanting, and his hair was slightly slicked back with sweat.

It was sexy.

Viktor made his way from Yuuri’s mouth to his jaw, laying feather like kisses along the way. He heard the man beneath him release a small whimper as he latched onto his pulse point. He sucked and teased the skin, lightly biting it until a small bruise formed on the sensitive skin. Slowly, he dragged his teeth across Yuuri’s neck, stopping when he reached the soft cartilage of his ear.

The ebony haired man continued to make mewling noises, babbling incoherent words. “V-Viktor, ahh. P-please. I n-need, ahh-“

He leaned closer to his ear, breathing out a husky whisper, “What do you need from me, love?”

He ran a hand down Yuuri’s side, slipping it under the fabric of his shirt when he reached the bottom of his long torso. Viktor’s long fingers skimmed over the tough muscles of Yuuri’s stomach, he moved his hand over every curve and dip, trying to memorize the other man’s body.

“I need—I n-need this.” Yuuri squirmed and gasped for air as he thrust his hips against Viktor’s, causing a strong friction between the two of them. Both men let out a whine-like moan as Yuuri began to grind against Viktor in a slow rhythmic pace.

Viktor captured Yuuri’s lips once more, this time in a desperate effort to reclaim dominance.

The smaller man easily submitted to his will, parting his lips to allow Viktor access as he remained helpless against the wall. His pale fingers continued to map out Yuuri’s stomach, slowly making their way south towards the growing hardness that pressed against him.

“V-vitya, please.” With the use of the pet name, Viktor lost all sense of control, his fingers clumsily trying to undo the buttons of the other man’s pants.

He soon latched his lips onto the other man's cock, with Yuuri's hands tensing up at the feeling of this warm wetness that was enveloping his dick.

"H-ahh-ahh-" Was all that Yuuri could muster up, or moan rather.

"You like it?"

It wasn't long before Viktor could taste the precum, and minutes before he could taste the thick saltier liquid.

"You don't succumb too easily." He admits.

"That's a good thing." He says, moving away to pick up a whip.

"Now strip."

Yuuri obliges, but in teasing manner, first licking his lips, tugging down his shorts ever so slowly. Viktor growls because in this stage, he made a rule for himself, he could only look.

He couldn't touch, feel, or taste him, except for the lingering feeling of his mouth around Yuuri's cock and the touch of his soft skin.

Well, until this striptease was over.

Yuuri finally threw his pants onto the floor, beginning to tug down his boxers at a considerably faster rate. Viktor could see why when his cock was released.

"Y-you're hung." Viktor stutters, staring at the eight inches in front of him, getting harder just by looking at it.

"Please, your dick's probably longer." He said, crossing his arms.

"Only 7 inches." Viktor sighed, looking defeated.

"So then can I top?" Yuuri asks, running a hand through his hair.

"I-ahh-uhm." The platinum haired man was at a loss for words. He couldn't say anything to prove why he shouldn't be dominant.

"So I can." Yuuri starts, walking over to Viktor, taking the whip.

"Strip Nikiforov." Viktor was in more of a hurry to strip after being called in a sexy voice that shouldn't have been possible for the ususually submissive male.

After getting down to his underwear, Yuri did the honors, tugging his partners' boxers down with his teeth.

He then took full control, pulling his fiance close to him, then pinning him to the bed. He nips at Viktor's ear, reaching his hand down to stroke the others' member. At first, Viktor was relishing in his dominant position.

But now he was going to let Yuuri take over.

The ebony-haired man flipped his fiance over so that his ass was in his face, picking up the whip and giving him a warning.

"This might sting."

The slap of a whip against skin was heard throughout the room, Viktor had bit his lip to try and keep himself from moaning, but it was no use. The sounds escaped his lips, only encouraging Yuuri to keep slapping him.

"N-mn-ahh-"

"You like it?" Yuuri said, looking at the submissive man. Viktor's ass was a good shade of red now. So he stopped and flipped him over once again, Viktor wincing because he knew his ass would hurt for a good week and a half.

"Maybe I should loosen you up." Yuuri said.

"Or do you like it rough?"

"......I..." Viktor started "I want you to loosen me up."

"As you wish." Yuuri took two fingers and held them out to Viktor, Viktor knew what to do on impulse, sucking on Yuuri's fingers.

Once Yuuri took his fingers back, he stuck them into Viktor, scissoring him and ramming them in. The skater moaned, looking up at his fiance who was relentless.

"Now-" Yuuri starts, taking his fingers out of Viktor.

"It's time."

He glanced at his fiance, whos' face was plastered with blush, glistening with sweat, and who's dick was topped with precum. He positioned himself at this entrance and thrust into him.

"Ahh-damn-I-it feels-"

Viktor blushed as Yuuri leaned down to ask in a husky, caring voice that drove him over the edge:

"How does it feel?"

"S-so-good" He managed, groaning.

The ebony-haired man thrust in and out of his fiance, groaning all the while, heat built up in Viktor and he finally came, shooting his liquid onto Yuuri's chest.

The other came as well, but Viktor's eyes widened as he felt himself being filled.

"God..."

"Satisfying, no?" Yuuri asked as he pulled out.

"Yes."

Viktor looked up and remembered something, groaning.

"What's wrong, 私の愛?"

"We have an interview in the morning."