Two (A Viktuuri Fanfic) Chapter 1
//I need you
Even if tonight is the first and last time//
Yoooo~! So let's talk about Yuri on Ice. And when we say Yuri on Ice we say, Viktuuri! And when we say Viktuuri we say HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE 10 HUUUUUUH? ARE THEY CANON OR ARE THEY CANON?! HAHAHAH So anywaaay~ here's a little headcanon of mine as to what may have happened the night after the gala. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but I went a little crazy so I had to divide this in two parts (hopefully it's just two parts. ;;__;; ) You know the drill! Kudos/Comments! And Enjoy the sin~ Lyric Translation to yarukizero@livejournal
Love lots~
-Chien
*P.S This comes from a separate fandom of mine. Can you guess what it is? Hint: It's from a game. //wink wink//
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My reflection overlaps in the car window with you who are smiling next to me
You're this close to my side and yet I can't touch you
The melody that plays from the stereo now is just sad to me
I wish I could make you only mine
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Snow fell gently on the tinted glass, slowly melting forming droplets that seemed to be racing against the other as the car sped past the empty highway. The twinkling lights of the city made Barcelona seem like a universe on earth, blurred and distorted through space and time. From afar, the faint sound of luxury liners cruising to and fro along the bay carrying with them passengers of an evening dinner cruise could be heard, its cabin lights along with the city lights, reflected upon the water. It had been a while since I’ve seen this sight, heard these sounds, not since I came to find you just as you asked me to.
Beside me, your eyes are parked on the sight outside the speeding car. You could not feel me always watching, always desiring you as you push forward to the direction you wanted to go, to me. Our reflections overlapped and I see you with eyes that sparkle. Not that fascinated kind of sparkle, but a sparkle that shone of conviction, happiness, fear and anxiety. I grip my hands in frustration. How I wish I could remove all your worries away. Tell me Yuri, what should I do? What is making you feel this way? Is it me? Are you scared of defeat? Why? What are you thinking? I want to know. Everything. All of you. But what should I do to attain that? You tell me I need not do anything, that to remain by your side is all of you will ever ask of me. That surprised me, did you know? I’ve always been used to doing things for others. Even my skating had lost its luster once I realized all I was simply doing was to remain on top. Because everyone expected me to. That’s why you must have had no idea back then, that even without you telling me, I would have done exactly that. Where else could I go if I left? You’re all I have now, Yuri. Can you not see that?
You remain silent and I find my hands wandering to one of yours set silently on the red leather car seat. I quickly withdraw and set my sights out my side of the window, drowning in the deafening silence between us, gently caressing the ribbon that has lovingly tied me to you. Your distinct scent of ice and frostbite cloaks me and I smile. The stereo was set low, playing a melody sad and melancholic.
So don't ever go, ever go, ever go, go away
Even if the dawn breaks
Don't ever go, ever go, ever go, go away
I don't want to let you go home
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It was the night of the gala, of drinking and peers. Of social talks and patting backs. It was a night of celebration and merriment. It was Christmas that time too, just like this time. And it was a time for me to shine. The band played its usual jazz as happy smiles and lazy chats were exchanged between players and coaches as well as the mass media that had sneakily made their way into the banquet hall. The hall glowed golden from the lights of the fancy chandeliers hanging on the domed ceiling and the smell of freshly cooked food that decorated the long dinner table floated around the room creating an ambiance of friendship and home.
Suffocating
It hadn’t even been a full hour and I had already wanted to go home. I’m sure Maccachin’s wagging his tail in anticipation. My bed’s probably crying out for me. I’m sweaty. I need a bath. I want homemade food, nothing like those synthetic stuffs lined on the table. I can’t believe anyone could stomach those things. Even as I create conversation with the others, stupid trains of thought constantly filled my brain. I hate the music. I couldn’t hear anything to the point that I was just reading their lips so I could keep the conversation going, otherwise Yakov’s going to kick me in the buns the next morning.
And then I found my chance to slip away but held back when I felt a commotion of people suddenly convene around the now drunk dancing young Japanese contender who had come in dead last during the competition. Yuri Katsuki I believe was your name.
I was tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. My legs felt like water and I just wanted to go home.
And yet I found myself drawn to you.
In a matter of minutes, you had stripped yourself almost naked, danced on a pole, carried the Swiss Giacometti and challenged Yuratchka to a dance battle. Just your everyday drunken scene, and yet I found myself having so much fun, joining in along the way. I was drunk myself and simply let myself get pulled right into the fun. Later, you had me on toes dancing to the jazz music I thought I had hated. I was dragged into the dancefloor, you led me the entire way. For the first time in a long time, I truly was having fun at the gala, that I wished the music never ends.
But it did.
At least I thought it was, when you suddenly held yourself close to me and starting grinding your body onto mine. I swear I tried my best to keep the heat slowly run to my nether regions. But I could care less. Because all I could hear were the words, ‘Be my coach, Viktor!’
For just a little bit longer
Don't say anything and follow me
My heart is crying that it wants to take you away with me I
need you I need you I need you
Even if tonight is the first and last time
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“I’m really sorry about this, Viktor.” Celestino, Yuri’s coach sheepishly scratched his head, mortified by his student’s act. The tall, tan, American man had a good build with wide shoulders that extended beyond that of mine which made it hard to believe he was once a skater himself. He towered over me by just a margin. His long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail slung over his shoulders. “I should’ve known better than to bring him here with all these drinks about him.”
I chuckled. “I see it’s not his first time like this.”
“Yeah, he gets a little out of hand sometimes, it’s embarrassing. Thanks again for carrying him to his room for me and I’m really sorry about it.”
“It’s really fine.” I smile, strangely admitting to myself that I really could care less about taking care of a drunk Japanese skater clinging onto me, his arms adorably wrapped around my neck.
“His room’s 707*. Here’s the card key.” He said as he plopped the rectangular object in the side of my tux. Then he gives me a smile and leaves after he had entered the floor we were supposed to get out to. Yuri mumbled a bit in his sleep as we approached his room. It made me snicker a bit at home cute he was.
“Yuri. Think you can stand for a bit? We need to open the door.” I set him on his feet gently and reached for the card in my pocket. The door opened to a room overlooking half the city, a thousand lights glowing brighter than any of the stars in the sky. It looked like any normal hotel room with a single feathered bed and side table with a magazine placed on top of it. A reading lamp was installed overhead in case anyone would like to read in the middle of the night. A flat screen television was attached to the wall and underneath it, Yuri’s bags were placed neatly atop a wooden cabinet next to the cupboard that held the hotel condiments and utensils.
I carried him to his bed and set him down and pulled the blanket over him gently so as not to wake him. As I was beginning to leave, my eyes get a glimpse of the cover of the magazine on his bedside table. It was an old release of a skating magazine in which I was first introduced to the world as the new skating genius. The pages were worn and from outside it looked like it had been read over and over again.
Why does he have this old thing?
I flip through the pages and find a few sticky notes posted on pages with writing on them. Some are on how I did my jumps, what my legs looked like, the kind of expression I wore while I skated to the music. There were notes that were recent and those that looked like they’d been there since forever. As I continued to scan the pages, I didn’t realize Yuri had stirred. “Viktoo~r…be my coaa~ch.” I jumped from his slurred talking thinking that he had gotten over his hangover. He gripped the hem of my tux real tight, his eyes not meeting mine. “You’ll do it ri~ght? You’ll be mine, right? The world doesn’t need you, I do!” With one swift movement, I was slung to the bed, the sounds of ruffling cloth and pillows filled my ears. I opened my eyes to a drunk Yuri Katsuki sitting on top of me, his face red until his ears, his shirt buttons undone revealing his pale white skin paler than any skating rink. His eyes were half-lidded twinkled, as if they were seeing a dream. His disheveled look was enough to send heat running from my head down to my nether regions.
“I want you, Viktor~” And then soft lips that retained the faint taste of booze were on mine. Yuri didn’t do anything. He was simply kissing me. But I could feel the chains of reason slowly snap into two. I know I can’t do this. He was drunk and this would be me taking advantage of the situation.
Nevertheless, I allowed all logic to escape me, and let my carnal desires take over.
Even if tonight is the first and last time//
Yoooo~! So let's talk about Yuri on Ice. And when we say Yuri on Ice we say, Viktuuri! And when we say Viktuuri we say HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE 10 HUUUUUUH? ARE THEY CANON OR ARE THEY CANON?! HAHAHAH So anywaaay~ here's a little headcanon of mine as to what may have happened the night after the gala. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but I went a little crazy so I had to divide this in two parts (hopefully it's just two parts. ;;__;; ) You know the drill! Kudos/Comments! And Enjoy the sin~ Lyric Translation to yarukizero@livejournal
Love lots~
-Chien
*P.S This comes from a separate fandom of mine. Can you guess what it is? Hint: It's from a game. //wink wink//
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My reflection overlaps in the car window with you who are smiling next to me
You're this close to my side and yet I can't touch you
The melody that plays from the stereo now is just sad to me
I wish I could make you only mine
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Snow fell gently on the tinted glass, slowly melting forming droplets that seemed to be racing against the other as the car sped past the empty highway. The twinkling lights of the city made Barcelona seem like a universe on earth, blurred and distorted through space and time. From afar, the faint sound of luxury liners cruising to and fro along the bay carrying with them passengers of an evening dinner cruise could be heard, its cabin lights along with the city lights, reflected upon the water. It had been a while since I’ve seen this sight, heard these sounds, not since I came to find you just as you asked me to.
Beside me, your eyes are parked on the sight outside the speeding car. You could not feel me always watching, always desiring you as you push forward to the direction you wanted to go, to me. Our reflections overlapped and I see you with eyes that sparkle. Not that fascinated kind of sparkle, but a sparkle that shone of conviction, happiness, fear and anxiety. I grip my hands in frustration. How I wish I could remove all your worries away. Tell me Yuri, what should I do? What is making you feel this way? Is it me? Are you scared of defeat? Why? What are you thinking? I want to know. Everything. All of you. But what should I do to attain that? You tell me I need not do anything, that to remain by your side is all of you will ever ask of me. That surprised me, did you know? I’ve always been used to doing things for others. Even my skating had lost its luster once I realized all I was simply doing was to remain on top. Because everyone expected me to. That’s why you must have had no idea back then, that even without you telling me, I would have done exactly that. Where else could I go if I left? You’re all I have now, Yuri. Can you not see that?
You remain silent and I find my hands wandering to one of yours set silently on the red leather car seat. I quickly withdraw and set my sights out my side of the window, drowning in the deafening silence between us, gently caressing the ribbon that has lovingly tied me to you. Your distinct scent of ice and frostbite cloaks me and I smile. The stereo was set low, playing a melody sad and melancholic.
So don't ever go, ever go, ever go, go away
Even if the dawn breaks
Don't ever go, ever go, ever go, go away
I don't want to let you go home
________________________________________
It was the night of the gala, of drinking and peers. Of social talks and patting backs. It was a night of celebration and merriment. It was Christmas that time too, just like this time. And it was a time for me to shine. The band played its usual jazz as happy smiles and lazy chats were exchanged between players and coaches as well as the mass media that had sneakily made their way into the banquet hall. The hall glowed golden from the lights of the fancy chandeliers hanging on the domed ceiling and the smell of freshly cooked food that decorated the long dinner table floated around the room creating an ambiance of friendship and home.
Suffocating
It hadn’t even been a full hour and I had already wanted to go home. I’m sure Maccachin’s wagging his tail in anticipation. My bed’s probably crying out for me. I’m sweaty. I need a bath. I want homemade food, nothing like those synthetic stuffs lined on the table. I can’t believe anyone could stomach those things. Even as I create conversation with the others, stupid trains of thought constantly filled my brain. I hate the music. I couldn’t hear anything to the point that I was just reading their lips so I could keep the conversation going, otherwise Yakov’s going to kick me in the buns the next morning.
And then I found my chance to slip away but held back when I felt a commotion of people suddenly convene around the now drunk dancing young Japanese contender who had come in dead last during the competition. Yuri Katsuki I believe was your name.
I was tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. My legs felt like water and I just wanted to go home.
And yet I found myself drawn to you.
In a matter of minutes, you had stripped yourself almost naked, danced on a pole, carried the Swiss Giacometti and challenged Yuratchka to a dance battle. Just your everyday drunken scene, and yet I found myself having so much fun, joining in along the way. I was drunk myself and simply let myself get pulled right into the fun. Later, you had me on toes dancing to the jazz music I thought I had hated. I was dragged into the dancefloor, you led me the entire way. For the first time in a long time, I truly was having fun at the gala, that I wished the music never ends.
But it did.
At least I thought it was, when you suddenly held yourself close to me and starting grinding your body onto mine. I swear I tried my best to keep the heat slowly run to my nether regions. But I could care less. Because all I could hear were the words, ‘Be my coach, Viktor!’
For just a little bit longer
Don't say anything and follow me
My heart is crying that it wants to take you away with me I
need you I need you I need you
Even if tonight is the first and last time
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“I’m really sorry about this, Viktor.” Celestino, Yuri’s coach sheepishly scratched his head, mortified by his student’s act. The tall, tan, American man had a good build with wide shoulders that extended beyond that of mine which made it hard to believe he was once a skater himself. He towered over me by just a margin. His long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail slung over his shoulders. “I should’ve known better than to bring him here with all these drinks about him.”
I chuckled. “I see it’s not his first time like this.”
“Yeah, he gets a little out of hand sometimes, it’s embarrassing. Thanks again for carrying him to his room for me and I’m really sorry about it.”
“It’s really fine.” I smile, strangely admitting to myself that I really could care less about taking care of a drunk Japanese skater clinging onto me, his arms adorably wrapped around my neck.
“His room’s 707*. Here’s the card key.” He said as he plopped the rectangular object in the side of my tux. Then he gives me a smile and leaves after he had entered the floor we were supposed to get out to. Yuri mumbled a bit in his sleep as we approached his room. It made me snicker a bit at home cute he was.
“Yuri. Think you can stand for a bit? We need to open the door.” I set him on his feet gently and reached for the card in my pocket. The door opened to a room overlooking half the city, a thousand lights glowing brighter than any of the stars in the sky. It looked like any normal hotel room with a single feathered bed and side table with a magazine placed on top of it. A reading lamp was installed overhead in case anyone would like to read in the middle of the night. A flat screen television was attached to the wall and underneath it, Yuri’s bags were placed neatly atop a wooden cabinet next to the cupboard that held the hotel condiments and utensils.
I carried him to his bed and set him down and pulled the blanket over him gently so as not to wake him. As I was beginning to leave, my eyes get a glimpse of the cover of the magazine on his bedside table. It was an old release of a skating magazine in which I was first introduced to the world as the new skating genius. The pages were worn and from outside it looked like it had been read over and over again.
Why does he have this old thing?
I flip through the pages and find a few sticky notes posted on pages with writing on them. Some are on how I did my jumps, what my legs looked like, the kind of expression I wore while I skated to the music. There were notes that were recent and those that looked like they’d been there since forever. As I continued to scan the pages, I didn’t realize Yuri had stirred. “Viktoo~r…be my coaa~ch.” I jumped from his slurred talking thinking that he had gotten over his hangover. He gripped the hem of my tux real tight, his eyes not meeting mine. “You’ll do it ri~ght? You’ll be mine, right? The world doesn’t need you, I do!” With one swift movement, I was slung to the bed, the sounds of ruffling cloth and pillows filled my ears. I opened my eyes to a drunk Yuri Katsuki sitting on top of me, his face red until his ears, his shirt buttons undone revealing his pale white skin paler than any skating rink. His eyes were half-lidded twinkled, as if they were seeing a dream. His disheveled look was enough to send heat running from my head down to my nether regions.
“I want you, Viktor~” And then soft lips that retained the faint taste of booze were on mine. Yuri didn’t do anything. He was simply kissing me. But I could feel the chains of reason slowly snap into two. I know I can’t do this. He was drunk and this would be me taking advantage of the situation.
Nevertheless, I allowed all logic to escape me, and let my carnal desires take over.