[YURI ON ICE] It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me - and I'm feeling good
Titolo: It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me - and I'm feeling good
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Personaggi: VIktor/Yuuri
Genere: fantasy, romantico
Avvertimenti: AU, in inglese, lime (madò che termine antico)
Parole: 1524
Note: Questa è un’altra fic per la M1 della prima settimana del COW-T8! E niente, non ho tanto da dire, è uno spin-off di una fic che ho quasi completamente plottato ma non ho mai scritto, forse un giorno lo farò XD e boh, un po' mi spiace di aver scomodato canzoni leggendarie ma non riuscivo a trovare un titolo :c
Viktor’s steps don’t sound as light as usual: according to what the dragons in one of the halls hear, he might as well be stomping in.
“Good morning, friends - and love of my life! How did this brand new day start for you?”
His voice echoes through the small room carved somewhere in the middle of the “dragons’ mountain”, Gentenheim, where a circle of them are having a warm, quiet breakfast. They all turn to him, surprised (or annoyed) by his voice ringing all of a sudden. A couple of them are curious, but one looks down to the meat, blushing a little. Yuuri knows exactly why Viktor sounds so cheerful today.
“Hi, Viktor! You’re in a good mood, eh? How did it go, yesterday?” their friend Phichit asks, sliding aside to make him space and knowingly nudging his side. Considering he has been living in the mountain for a relatively short time and considering how long it takes for dragons to bond, they are already quite close.
“Yesterday? Oh, you mean that thing?” Viktor asks, flapping his long eyelashes and shaking his head to whip his long silver hair away from his neck. A calculated move, of course - briefly hidden from everyone’s sight was a bite mark, which now he proudly displays for all his friends to see.
Yurio, a small dragon with blond hair and a constantly pouty face, groans while rolling his eyes as he turns away, and Otabek - his mate - throws Viktor a polite smile before giving his boyfriend’s head a patient pat.
“They just did it yesterday because we did it first,” Yurio grumbles, stuffing his mouth with freshly cooked meat - hunted just an hour ago in the forest that surrounds the mountain - without even bothering to keep his voice down. “Stupid copycats.”
“I will have you know,” Viktor starts again, speaking as loud as he can while looking at Yuuri who’s been smiling to himself and looking at him with pure adoration in his eyes since he entered, “that we’ve been planning this for a while. Well, I’ve been planning it since my Yuuri told me he liked me, actually.”
“Did it hurt?” his friend Mila asks, curiously, moving closer and stretching a hand to touch the mark, but waits for his consent first - as that is the polite thing to do. Bite marks are not trophies, even though Viktor chose to parade his to everyone. Dragons marking their mates are taught to consider it as a sacred ritual… at least in Gentenheim, anyway.
Viktor flashes her a big, proud smile, and holds his soft hair in place to allow her and the other dragons to touch it. Everybody must know. A lot of dragons have tried mating with him, ever since he joined the mountain’s community. And really, nobody would be able to find reasons to blame them: he’s one of the most stunningly beautiful and seductive creatures that have lived there since… well, since anyone can remember. Which is a long, long time.
Since he comes from the northern continent where the ice tribes live, and since he is one of them, his skin (and his scales, of course) look bright - sometimes they seem to shine, even - and his eyes have a very light tint. The sun does not shine much up there, in the north, and the nights are long. But those Viktor has are all rare features, in the ground caves and in the rocky tunnels, since it is quite uncommon for ice dragons to move away from the ice caverns and go live among the southern ones in the mountain every dragon knows about. It is the only one in the world that is big enough to host an entire colony of them, after all.
He gives Yuuri a pleased, sly smirk as a little group of dragons gather up around him to touch and gaze at his scarred marks drawing the shape of Yuuri’s jaw. And Yuuri looks on, with pride inflating his chest.
“So you finally marked him, eh?” Mila grins, turning to him. “Good for you! But I guess half the mountain is going to cry, tonight.”
“Let them cry,” Yuuri replies, bold, tilting his chin up. Viktor looks at him with bright eyes, and his cheeks turn a soft pink as he crawls close to the dragon he can now call his mate.
“Yes, let them,” he purrs, nuzzling his head against Yuuri’s neck. “I’m yours now. I want everybody to know… we will let them know.”
Yurio makes a gagging sound while throwing them his most disgusted looks, and grabs Otabek’s hand to drag him away and finish their breakfast without someone’s corny antics - far, far away from those two. Despite that, Viktor keeps grinning and showing off his mark.
So much that something begins to burn a little within Yuuri. That’s supposed to be their thing. Yes, it’s something everyone will be aware of eventually, but… it was their ritual.
“Okay, showtime is over,” he grumbles, sneaking through and wrapping an arm around Viktor’s shoulders.
“What? I was going to walk around and tell the whole mountain,” Viktor protests, only partially joking, while on the other hand throwing him a disappointed glance.
“Absolutely not.” Yuuri looks back at him, with a fierce and hard glare that makes the other dragon smile, amused. But then his body tenses up and a low growl rises from his throat - and soon enough everybody becomes aware of what those soft snarls mean.
“Oh. Guys, I think you should go to your nest unless you want to give us a show,” Mila tells them, nudging their shoulders with her hands. Yuuri snaps out of it more easily, and decides to grab Viktor’s hand, but then throws a pleased look all around. Yuuri glances at him before pulling the both of them out, and they turn in their real dragon form with a snap, towards the place they call their nest located in a small cave near the top of the mountain. A few heads turn, admiring their colors, the way the sun almost makes him shine, and especially Viktor’s slender shape as he dances, elegant, drawing circles in the sky around Yuuri’s dark figure.
“Did you really have to tell everybody?” Yuuri asks later, with a sort of annoyed glare.
“Yes, I did. I want the whole mountain to know I am taken, and that you are my mate,” he replies, confident, in a matter-of-fact tone. “And I want to bite you as well.”
Yuuri’s eyes flap with surprise, but finally he scoffs, tilting Viktor’s chin up and kissing him hard on his lips, then softly forcing them open to tease his tongue.
Viktor giggles, pleased, his eyes closing quietly with a certain sense of safety as he hums against Yuuri’s mouth.
“I am proud,” Yuuri finally says, with his voice smooth and liquid. “I am so proud that you are my mate,” he adds, thumbing at the fresh marks his teeth left on him, last night.
When he mounted the beautiful ice dragon and made him scream with pleasure as he left his unique imprint on his smooth skin after years of moving closer to each other, tearing down Viktor’s defenses and undressing Yuuri of his insecurities. Just the memory of last night makes his blood rush, and following it he pushes Viktor down on the hard, rocky floor, pinning him to it by his wrists.
“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, lacing his legs behind the younger’s back. Yuuri looks down at him with a soft, happy smile, and nudges Viktor’s face with his own to leave little tender kisses on his skin. A harsh shiver makes Viktor’s whole body shudder when Yuuri’s lips touch the sensitive, new marks on his skin, and when his tongue darts out to lap at it he lets out a growl, as his cheeks gain red spreading across.
Yuuri hums, pleased, and finally hugs Viktor’s frame, pliant and relaxed under his body.
“I am so happy you came to live here with us,” he says, with a little sweet smile, with his eyebrows arching with the worry of the mere hypothesis of how things would have been if Viktor had never showed up. Probably, Yuuri would still look at himself through distorted lenses made by his own mind, without seeing how strong and beautiful he really is.
Viktor lifts his head to kiss Yuuri’s lips, and nods.
“Yes. I am happy about it, too,” he murmurs, but then his thoughts fill up with memories of how lonely it used to be, among the glaciers, with a dying tribe. Those are thoughts he tries not to entertain - although, sometimes, Yuuri still catches him staring at the ceiling at night with what he could definitely describe as a nostalgic, yearning look.
But Viktor blinks the memories away, as he watches Yuuri shrugging off the veils covering his body, feels Yuuri’s fingers brush along his thighs. There is no time to miss what he left behind.
He found another home - and now, he bound himself to it.