"Boyfriends"

I've been working on this story concept for....3-4 years now and I've finally managed to work everything out to the point I'm confident in posting this little blurb of the main characters. So, I hope you enjoy and feel free to ask questions about them and their world.

Context: This takes place in a world of super powered people heavily inspired by MHA / Marvel / Miraculous. Waker (Way-kur) Atlas is Dare City's main hero who is put through quite a lot on a daily to weekly basis trying to beat the baddies and Cyrus Fauthrin is his infamous thief arch nemesis turned lover and best friend who causes trouble around the city just to get the Hero's attention.

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The melancholy of the day was waning on Waker as he patrolled the quiet streets of one of Dare’s many neighborhoods which was quite unusual considering every seven seconds a villain was after his head. The sun was barely above the clouds, no one was really awake yet and the only thing that accompanied him was his footsteps as he jumped, hopped and skipped to the next platform he summoned under his feet. He happened to be bounding over Lay Wind Park, the foxes fast asleep in their dens to his disappointment, but the Hero Monuments were still a sight to behold in the early sunrise as they shone with brilliance in what little light was filtering over the surrounding hillsides.

The wind blew past his frizzed locks as he stood above the park near a tree in the shade, expression steeled and focused as he watched for signs of trouble as he waited for a certain someone to arrive. Today was uneventful and rather slow, the kind of day Waker preferred if he were being honest. Heaven knew being bored all day was ten times better than returning home to the countless kitchen sink surgeries he’d have to do with worn needles and his mother’s thread pinching into his skin as he sewed up bloodied wounds full of shrapnel and debris. Much better. The birds were chirping a happy, lazy song as they flew by on the breeze and the distant hum of an awakening city filled the natural ambiance of cicadas and crickets quite nicely as he watched and waited. He dare let out a sigh as the scene took hold of him fully, a warmth washing over him that he hadn’t felt in the recent weeks.

Which wouldn’t be for long as the rustling of tree leaves and a “Boo!” have him falling off of his platforms and hurtling towards the ground with an embarrassingly shrill scream.

“Waker!” A concerned voice follows as a blue blur dives after him.

Ground spiraling as he falls, Waker braces for impact, too late to conjure any platforms beneath him to break the fall so, he readies himself, waiting for the hurt and pain that would surely follow with some scrapes and bruises…………...But it never comes. He unscrunches his eyes and removes his arms from his head to see a blue, sparkling light surrounding him.

Irritation and embarrassment take over him immediately.

His face turns a copious amount of red as he’s carefully scooped up in pale arms that hold him close and, humiliatingly enough, in bridal style. Oh god no, he curses mentally, murmuring a soft “No…” into his shield of arms. This was so not how he wanted to show up in front of his partner after their long and grueling few weeks of not being able to see each other outside of villain fights and breaks in between their testing week.

The sudden warmth of a chest presses against his side and the delicate rhythm of a frantic heart race beneath his one hand as the other quickly grabs for his cape to hide his strawberry cheeks. There was no way in hell he was letting ‘he knew who’ see him in such a state, there was no possible way he could let the witch-like thief catch him like this. A brave hero didn’t get scared or spooked by rustling leaves and the word boo! Absolutely absurd! Though a voice in the back of his mind said he already had.

“You are such a fucking clutz, I swear.” And a huge scaredy cat, the blue-clad ravenette doesn’t say aloud, but his tone implies anyways. “I should take you to my ballet classes sometime, maybe then you’d actually learn some balance.” The comment only makes him clutch the soft fabric tighter around himself.

He’s loathing the thought of unveiling himself now, but he knows he’s been caught, his normally stoic or serious persona now broken and practically burned away as he knows his cape isn’t doing much to hide his warm face or the tenseness of his grip. Plans to forever sink himself into a hole where nobody could possibly ever find him again after this mess are shortly abandoned for now and gaining courage Waker swallows the huge lump in his throat and tries to cleverly reply. “H-hey, what’s a-....What’s up, Witch Boy?” And he knows the intended playfulness doesn’t go through as he’s met with a narrowed glare.

The other isn’t amused. “Witch boy, really? Did I actually scare you that badly that you lost a couple of brain cells?”

“Shu-shut up, Cyrus!” He defends as this “Cyrus” just sighs at him, though his stare more sly than pointed now.

“Get out of that stupid thing so I can see your face.” He says with a tremble in his voice that Waker can definitely tell is laughter, the prick. “Or I’ll totally drop you again.” And like hell he will, Waker knows, but he takes the threat seriously nonetheless and loosens his grip on the cape just enough to see the Ravenette’s brilliant and ever playful smile.

For a moment Waker just stares and admires him, those brilliant blues sparkling, no, literally sparkling as he says something Waker doesn’t catch. The sun is framing his face so perfectly in the light, highlighting those perfectly red cheeks he would love to kiss every morning, and the slight upturn of his lips as he smiles down in reverence at him, and the slow flutter of his lashes that compliment his features nicely. Though braided off to the side Cyru’s hair never fails to make him look so ethereal as the gentle morning breeze brushes back his loose strands. Waker swears it looks like its made up of space itself when he lets it go during the night time, convincing himself he can see stars within the strands when he stands beneath the moonlight. It doesn’t take much to make the hero swoon regarding his partner nowadays. Daydreams of peaceful nights alone on the couch watching movies together after his nightmares keep him awake and alert run through his mind, or the times Cyrus has saved him from getting beaten to a pulp and they spent hours talking over stitching him back together about nothing at all, and every single time Cyrus has stuck up for him at school, reminding him of the warmth this person carries with them and all the love and affection he’s constantly showered in when they’re together. It’s strange how much Cyrus has changed over the past few months from raging emo to ride or die friend, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He doesn’t even try to stop the lofty sigh that escapes his lips as more dear memories cross his mind.

And Cyrus is all too quick to recognize that dumb look on his face.

“Oh, hell no!” Is the only warning he gets before being promptly dropped, this time no blue aura to save him from hitting the dirt below, landing with a thud. “Not this early in the morning!” Though Waker could have sworn Cyrus was sharing the same look with him not minutes prior.

“Ow! Why’d you drop me, asshole!?”

Cyrus cocks his hips as he floats there, his wide brimmed conical now covering his eyes in an intimidating manner, making him way more menacing than he should considering his current attire. “Oh please, don’t even act like you’re hiding that stupid look on your face, Idiot! I ain’t dealing with your whole sappy dappy act this early in the morning.”

By “sappy dappy” Waker knows exactly what he’s referring to and scowls accordingly. Apparently, holding hands and having morning cuddles while complimenting everything about Cyrus is considered sappy and lovingly disgusting. Well at least to some people, it’s called affection and admiration!

“It’s a look that means I like you, asswipe!” Waker shoots back, malice nowhere to be found in his tone though, barring more on playfulness.

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something!?”

And they then stand there -well float there- in silence, both looking each other in the eyes, narrowed brows testing the other to make the next move or say the next snappy comment. And for a moment it looks as if the words really have cut too deep, but Waker isn’t one to remain serious for long as his shoulders begin to shake, prompting the other to clutch his stomach and stifle a grin as their eyes water over with laughter.

“Oh, no, not me, I could never.” Waker quips, leaning back and hugging both his arms, not caring for the dirt now caking his suit. Cyrus is quick to come back with his own natural snark.

“Pfft, as if! Absolutely not. Me and you, the orange haired frizz ball who kicks my ass more than twice a week over that one time I stole a candy bar? You gotta be fucking with me!” He bellows, Waker taking note of the boy flipping upside down where he floats in the air, his face a contortion of joy and happiness as his ripped dress flows with the wind.

He finds the display rather adorable, recalling that such a thing only occurred by accident when the thief was getting emotional. His inept ability to control his powers never failed to amuse the Hero. The little wrinkle of his nose didn’t quiet his thoughtful admiration either as he blushed in between bouts of giggles.

"I wouldn't have time to be your lover anyways!"

“It’s only 6am, when can I admire my boyfriend so it fits within your busy schedule?”

And the laughter is immediately quieted, a heavy silence filling the air, even the crickets and cicadas falling victim to it. The world is waiting in bated breath as if listening to the drama unfold.

Waker holds in a breath. Oh shit, oh fuck, he really fucked it up this time! Way to go, Atlas, you really did a number on today!

…………

………….

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just did-”

“It’s ok……” Cyrus breaths out, taking a long drag of air before finally finishing. “It’s….ok.” He manages to lower himself to the ground, dress falling at his sides, and crosses his arms in doing so. “We’re-I’m going to have to get used to it eventually.” He shrugs. “Right?”

There’s a weight to his words as Cyrus steps closer to the redhead that Waker recognizes near immediately. They’ve had this talk before, a talk that has led to a misunderstanding or two between them in the past and a verbal fight at that. The term “Boyfriend.” It was a touchy subject to say the least and while it had been a challenge for even Waker himself to start using it, it also seemed Cyrus was struggling to accept the lofty title. A long time ago before the two even met, the word had a different meaning to it for them both, but Waker had long since come to terms with it himself, but understood Cyrus’ hesitation in saying the word freely. He considered his next words carefully.

“I know you don’t exactly like the ter-”

“It’s not that I don’t like it Waker…..”

“I know, Cy, but.” Failing to put his thoughts into words Waker scrambles forward to catch Cyrus’ hands in his own, pecking each delicately, square on the knuckles, gauging his reaction whilst he does so. When Waker is met with a soft smile, he returns it, though his much softer and kinder in Cyrus’ eyes. “I shouldn’t have said it when you’re not ready. Just because I moved past it doesn’t mean you have.” Noticing his smile slipping he clumsily adds in, “And that’s ok! Really, it’s ok and I mean, and I love you and-uh, I get it and I mean I just say boyfriend because that’s what everyone else says, expects- wait no- I didn’t mean to phrase it like that uh-I don’t really get the need for a title for what we have anyways, like so dumb right!?”

Followed by more ridiculous rambling that has Cyrus covering his mouth trying not to giggle. It’s a nervous habit that has come to amuse the thief to no end. “And-it not like it means anything to us, its just there for other people so they know that um, we, us, you and I are an um item I guess wow that was cheesy and dumb and I am so sorry that you have to put up with me oh god I’m rambling and no, don’t look at me like that. I’m doing the thing again aren’t I-” Shaking with laughter again Cyrus has to put a hand on his shoulder to get him to shut up because he knows if he doesn’t Waker could go on well into the night and has before. It didn’t help that he could feel the tremble of the others fingers, realizing Waker was going to throw himself into an anxiety attack if he didn’t.

“Waker!” And Waker promptly closes his mouth, panic clear in his eyes that Cyrus quickly combats by brushing strands of orange out of his face and behind his ear. “Just take a deep breath.” And Waker does, following the instruction intently. “And let it out, slowly.” And Waker follows that too, looking that much calmer as Cyrus pulls him closer. “Slowly.” He rubs his thumbs over Waker’s hands. The trembling is still present, but less so. “There you go.” And doesn’t stop telling him to breath calmly until he feels Waker’s grip relax in his own.

Delicately and softly, each flyaway is combed back into place only to immediately pop out again, but Waker appreciates the sentiment anyways and Cyrus has no problem being given an excuse to keep combing through such lovely soft tufts. He loves the soft mane of fluff on his partner’s head that even since their first meeting has remained as untamed and wild as ever. -Such a shame he always ties it back when he’s on duty though- It just adds to the contrast between his actual self and hero persona, the sweet and endearing ball of anxiety vs the serious and battle ready hero of Dare city who couldn’t catch a break. And he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit to which one he preferred.

“You don’t need to tell me-er.” Waker quickly corrects, trying not to sound patronizing. “I don’t need you to explain yourself Cy. You-we don’t need to have a name if that’s what you want, that’s what I’m trying to say. Official or unofficial or whatever, I won’t treat you any different.”

“I know Waker. I…..I really want to call you that, just I-.......I just like what we have right now and-”

Waker just pecks him on the cheek quickly and pulls away to pat at a spot on the ground, looking longingly back up at him. A soundless “You don’t want to lose me.” goes unsaid as Cyrus complies, Waker taking the shorter one in his arms once more.

It wasn’t a matter of Cyrus being afraid to commit, though maybe it was, not even he was sure of what was going with himself anymore, but a fear that the wonderful friendship he’d built up with the hero would end or change or just not be the way it is now because they suddenly started calling each other boyfriends. He’s had it happen one too many times at this point, every one of his previous “boyfriends” changing everything once they started dating, acting as if kissing and romantic outings were supposed to be their only interactions from now on. They were no longer interested in the random silly things he found on the internet or just hanging out doing whatever, but were interested in using him, his body, parading him around and rubbing it in peoples faces, being denied having fun if it wasn’t their idea of “fun” and more. Cyrus' stomach curls remembering being ignored for weeks to months at a time because he wasn’t feeling up to being in bed with them or awkwardly sitting off to the side while his one boyfriend at the time showed him off to his friends and bragged. It was the same guy who he used to play videogames and eat cookies with on the weekends, talking about anything and everything…...It hurts him to realise there probably was never a friendship there to begin with. Just an elaborate ruse to get him into bed at some point.

And that was one thing Cyrus feared when they had held hands for the first time after awkwardly admitting to harboring feelings for each other after the high of a fight they were forced to join sides on. Never had the thief felt more relieved that his feelings were reciprocated, but also more scared that he had just ruined the one healthy relationship he managed to make in those many months spent together.

Cyrus removes his hat and huddles under Waker’s chin, placing his head right on his heart that gives out a steady, comforting rhythm and brightens when the taller of the two puts his head on him in return. No, Cyrus thinks, this is different.

A long silence falls between them as they cuddle in each other's arms, just watching the sun come up. Basking in each other’s presence, taking in the warmth of their bodies pressed together in this nice early morning, and relishing in the calm which was far and few in between with their double lives and they were thankful. There’s no need to exchange words now as a quiet understanding befalls them both.

It’s only after the sun seems to peak at the crest of the hillsides does Waker make himself heard again.

“Is that why you dropped me?” And Cyrus blinks for a quick second, processing the question before understanding and then playfulness cross his expression.

“No it’s because you’re a dunce.” He huffs. “And fucking heavy as hell.”

Waker chooses to ignore that last bit. “But I’m your dunce.” He boops his nose.

“Damn, straight you are.” And Cyrus retaliates with a kiss on his.

Boyfriend or just “friend who I like to kiss and hold hands with sometimes”, Waker loves him and Cyrus doesn’t doubt that for a second.

Hello, It's Been 10 Years Time For An Update

Hello people who have stumbled across my account through one way or another. I know I haven't been active in like forever, but that's besides the point.

It's really nice to be back on tumblr after ditching for like a few months, but to make one thing clear I will not be posting fanfics here anymore. I just don't feel like writing them anymore and I want to work on my own original concepts from now on. I'm sorry if you followed me for my previous YOI posts, but it's better to let you know than suddenly ditch it completely. I just have no motivation to write YOI or any fanfics anymore, it's just not my style anymore. (Heck, I'll still happily read them, but writing them isn't my thing)

Ok, so now, onto some updates to my profile.

Not many people are following me on here, but for those that are, one, thanks a whole bunch. Don't know why you're here, but you are and I welcome you. And two, I do have some story ides I'd be willing to post and share with more people who are also into writing. I have several folders worth of google docs filled to the brim with character concepts and story drafts that I'd absolutely love to get feedback on or possibly discuss with other writers here on tumblr for ideas.

To say, this isn't a promise I'll be active on like a weekly/daily basis, but active enough to reassure everyone that my ADHD ass is alive and kickin. I'll be sure to either grace you with my random thoughts on stupid subjects or cool story concepts I'm working out on my 300 page google doc. Either way, hello, welcome, howdy to my tumblr account full of cringe and misery!

What Enrolling In College Is Really Like......Unfortunately

       Heaven forbid you just have the simple process of: Get college email, take test for college (Or submit your essay/portfolio thingy), pick your classes and then go to school. 

       Nope its: Hey you need to fill out these 1,0000 and 1 papers regarding your financial aid, then we need you to keep track of several hundred different websites that you'll need in order to sign ONE piece of electronic paper. Then we need you to send us your personal financial details, but don't email us at the address this message came from or we’ll kill you, no, you'll need to call our corporate offices who will then mail you within 300-500 business days, you swine, our contact information so you can schedule a meeting to ask questions while simultaneously scheduling you for another meeting taking place the day after this one, BUT not before we send you 10,000 more emails regarding the fact that we're missing information from you. Send us your information, SEND US YOUR GADDAMN INFORMATION OR WE’LL FIND YOU, but don't get annoyed when our websites are down for maintenance or our links are broken. 

                                                  *INHALE* 

        And then we want you to take our test, give up your banking details so we can bill you ALL TH FUCKING STUDENT DEBT YOU’LL CARRY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, and register for our classes and THEN we’ll let you come to our school. 

Too Drunk For This Shit

Yuuri and Victor are both horrible drunks, but Yuuri believes Victor is the worse one.

Bodies pulled themselves close, a rhythm for them to sway to in the forgettable scene of drunk party goers and their lackeys as their eyes never left the rims of golden brown and icy blue. The man at the turn tables rattles off a chant, scorching the sweating, bumping crowd of young adults in deafening shrieks as they pumped their fists in time with the beat drops.

Silver takes hold of the raven’s hands, fingers intertwined and whispers sweet promises of some quiet time in his hotel room, sharing simple pleasantries as well after their rather risque tango on the dance floor.

The raven's heart jumps as he’s led away, whisked off his feet and carried through the lobby up a set of stairs that take him past his shared room on the first floor.

He only worries for a moment that this venture might be a mistake before he's gently pressed against the wall, the stairwell lights blinking in off his pale skin. There's a stutter in his voice as warmth pools in his stomach and to his lips which are caught fervorously against another's so suddenly. He squeaks, but a gentle hand in his hair relaxes him, calms him. He's alright, in fact he's floating, floating in a beauty’s arms, safe and sound and content. He feels familiarly happy here.

He pushes back, not expecting the silverettes voice to sound as pretty as wind chimes in the summer afternoon when he giggles into their kiss, probably at the other's sudden eagerness, and smiles when they part.

“Hi….” He simply says, nothing more than a simple everyday greeting, but just the sloppy mess of loose curls atop his head make the ravenette laugh.

What a joyous sound as it leaves him, filling the stairwell with life and every little speckle of giddiness inside him, spilling out for anyone to hear.

“H-hello!” He hiccups out, breaths hitching and eyes wide with amusement. “I'm Yuuri Katsuki!” He chokes out, the silverettes smiling wider as he does.

“Hi, Mr. Katsuki, I’m Victor Nikiforov, nice to meet you.” And he's diving in for an affectionate peck on his cheeks. “You know you're pretty enough to marry. I wish I was married to you! Yuuri will you marry me if I ask!~”

“Victor!” He wales, all in play, but then he's smacking his forehead and using his hand to cover his eyes as he just leans back using the wall as support and wraps his legs tighter around the others waist to hold himself steady. The silverette is, let's say, less than impressed and oh so confused “I can't believe you're this drunk!”

“What?” He cocks his sweet little head to the side, completely missing the ever so shiny golden band present on his right hand when he lifts a finger to brush a strand of hair off Yuuri's face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” He smiles, eagerly giving up his hand as Victor takes it in his own, examining it like some series of complex puzzles.

“Seven!”

“One….” Yuuri sighs biting back tears and the hard throb of a hollar in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing persistently as he practically chokes on air, snickering as he stares at the shock apparent expression of his one year going steady fiance. “And we're engaged.”

“What!?” He really is that drunk, Yuuri concludes, dying of laughter as he covers his mouth in his hand, shoulders shaking. “I have an angel as my partner!?”

“Oh my god.” And Yuuri's never laughed so hard in his entire life.

Loving Goodbyes

Now I know I said Id take my stories elsewhere, but if Tumblr isnt too much of a baby bitch about it I guess I can start posting nice fluff stories instead.

It begins with little pecks to his nose.

"Muwah! Love you, Yuuri! See you after practice!"

Victor waves goodbye after a gentle kiss to the bridge of his fiances cute little nose. According to him its the cutest little nose in the known universe and Yuuri isnt going to argue the point because it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on that particular spot.

"Bye, Vitya, I love you too."

The next week Victor decides it would be just fine to start on Yuuri's nose then steal his face for a lovely quick kiss to his lips. He chuckles watching the heat rise on Yuuri's face and catching the little tremble of his bottom lips as he holds in a surprised squeak.

"Bye Yuuri! Parfaits after dinner, da!?" And he just casually twirls his knotted skates in hand as Yuuri dies right outside the door.

And then the next next week Yuuri cannot control himself anymore as Victor scoops him up in a warm hug, hands centered and perfect on his tush as he beams with pride and sparkling affection rises in his eyes while he kisses the japanese silly, in the crook of his neck, on his nose, his lips, the part in his hair, his eye, his collar bone and-

"Alright! We fucking get it already, you two are in love! Please stop your shitty love hugs in front of the door! Some of us are actually here to skate!"

"Bye, moya Lyubov."

"Eep!"

Victor's already running off before Yuuri can process the scandulous quirk of his smile and the hot breath that was just on his ear, so close to deliciously nibbling his tips and how close Victors heat was to his very own dear mother of god Victor was a poison.

A poison hed be willing to die by a thousand times over if it meant he could feel whatever he was feeling in those past five seconds.

"So, Katsudon, are you like gonna move so I can actually get in to fucking practice today or....?" Yurio stood, hand stretched towards the door in annoyed contemplation as he waited for the love struck dumbass to move.

"Oh, uh yeah! Just-" He walks right into the door.

"Oh, Yuuri I forgot!-"

"Oi, vei." The blonde is less than impressed with the love struck couple and passes by Yuuris body as he lies helplessly on the pavement.

"Do I need to call an ambulance, love?"

"No, just a mental hospital." The grumpy teen laments as he scowls back at them.

"No," Yuuri groans. "I'll be just fine."

He was doomed and this was just the start of it all.

Moving

Hey guys! I really appreciate you all for liking my stuff and if you have read any of it Im really happy ypu did! I recently heard of Tumblrs NFSW ban happening in a little bit because their sensitive asses cant apparently handle it and so imma just move my stories elsewhere! If they cant handle someone mentioning a dick in their writing then so be it, Ill take my gayness elsewhere! If you do really like my stories and want to see more please feel free to check out my AO3 account!: StormingWolfSwords

Bye Tumblr.

Dream AU For Victuuri

The crowd was roaring with praise in the midst of the chaotic excitement I expelled in laying my sword over my opponent's throat in a victorious stance which I wasn't quite used to taking in these sorts of things so it wasn't at all as confident as some other knights would be with my foot a little too far back and back leaned a little too far over my leading foot, but the small critique could be saved for later. Right now I just wanted to bask in the glory of my victory in the Nighterfall Tournament with the royal family spectating in awed shock that a nobody knight like myself had just beaten their fiercest and most highly ranked knight of their guard. It was truly an honor considering he reigned victorious for so many of the previous tournaments, but not only does that bring a smile to my face, I also have the high privilege of being a part of the guard itself.

Finally I can take care of my family, no more shall we live in poverty and slave over the upkeep of the inn, and I can be even closer to-

“Victor!?” And all my dreams completely shatter right before me.

Under my sword is not the person who I was meant to be fighting, but the jubilant face of the one person I could only ever truly love. His eyes were alight with absolute joy and only now did I realise the sudden silence over the crowd. He stands, placing my sword back at my side where my arm goes limp, dropping it to the turf before he lovingly cups my cheeks with the softest smile.

“Yuuri….”

He thumbs over my dimples and takes the small of my back with a hand. I hear appalled gasps from the crowd, but his gaze is so bewitching, those shimmering ocean blues putting a trance over my entire being.

“Victor what in the world are doing being down here!? You should be up in the lofts with your family!” I scold, scowling at the incredulous amount of flair he has for the dramatics.

“I know.” He curtly points out, clearly not giving a damn about anything, but his god forbidden surprises like usual. “But then I wouldn't be able to do this.” He flips back his hood, snowflakes fluttering down his face off of it, and the crowd absolutely screams. Victor’s bejeweled gold crown glinting in the sunlight as his arms wrap around me like a serpentine before pulling me close until our chests were flush together. He speaks words I don't understand, but know they hold no malice by his tone which cause a series of involuntary shiver. I know better than to assume they were from his own fearsome powers.

“Victor, what are you-” I feel something cold slide down my ring finger. I know exactly what it is without having to even ask.

“Yuuri Katsuki, love of my life and true king of the battlefield, a knight of your caliber is worth more than the worlds weight in gold to not only me, but this entire country. With this ring I wish to ensure you'll stay by my side and prove that you indeed have rightfully earned this title. So, in earnest, what I believe my big question for you for tonight is: will you-”

The answer comes so naturally and quick that I can't believe I said it before I even opened my mouth. “I do.”

Then there was a fit of war amongst us, a frenzy of fire and unholy screeches as he kissed me right there in the middle of the battlefield. Our love and attraction so openly displayed for the entirety of the kingdom to see as we set the world on fire with our passion. Victor was kind in tangling his legs with mine and wrapping an arm around my head to bring us closer and sear the kiss into our memories. It was like no other before.

“Yuuri….” He whispers sweetly in my ear after parting us.

“Hmmmm.” I mumble into his strong chest which I'm practically glued to.

“Yuuri.” I can feel him pulling away slowly.

“Nooooo, dont pull away Prince Vitya~”

“Yuuri!”

“Ah!” My chin suddenly hurts and all I can see is the hardwood of Victor's bedroom. I look up and see the duvet is halfway pulled off the bed and feel my legs wrapped up in the rest of it like a cacoon. I can feel Victor's stare burning holes into the back of my head.

“Morning, Vozlyublennaya!” He smiles, Makka poking her nose into the side of my head to make sure I'm ok.

“Morning, Vitya.” I sigh, patting Makkachin on the head.

I notice the glint of something on my hand, forgetting for a moment that that wasn't entirely a fantasy. I admire the wedding band around my finger with a laugh. Its such a simple and plain thing that wasn't worth what Victor bought it for, but the meaning behind it never dulled in its time on my hand, only the ring itself. Well at least some dreams can come true.

Double Sided Coin (Continuation)

(I hit the writing limit so heres just the tiny rest that couldnt fit)

Once I was well stretched and somewhat awake I entered the kitchen, greeted with the most pleasant good morning kiss in the world and formally sat in a chair, by my husband himself, that already had a nice piping hot cup of coffee waiting for me in advance. I don't know what was better, a happy pancake making boyfriend or the exciting and angry hot one. I guess I'll never know. Both are too good to be true and both are mine forever.

“I love you, Yuuri!~”

“I love you too, Vitya.”

Victuuri- Smut oneshot

Heres a one shot I wrote in the spurr of the moment. I dont normally write smut, but here it is! Enjoy!

“Yuuri!~” Victor's hand revs up and down his own length, the loud slap of skin on skin and panting filling his bedroom as his tongue lolls to the side like an eager puppy promised treats after a walk. It moves faster the more a certain ravenette appears in his mind whether in scanty clothing or touching himself in the most indecent of places, he's beautiful and Victor doesn't dare think otherwise. And rarely perhaps He's fancily dressed, but with a cute, scandalous smirk as he spreads his legs revealing the massive bulge between his thighs that he knows Victor craves, but won't let him have so easily. That thought in particular is his favorite. It gets Victor hot and heated the longer he delves in those fantasies and the pleasure only seems to build up the more he drools on his pillows and seeps precum and slick over his bedsheets. He doesn't particularly care for the mess he's making though since this gorgeous view of his friend is the only real thing he can focus on.

“Oh God~” Another spout of come spills down his shaft and the heat of his cheeks is spreading to every inch of his body, nipples perky and sensitive, so much he doesn't dare touch them knowing he'll get too loud if he does. His Aunt and Teacher slash Grandfather and probably his little cousin are a few doors down and thank god in his bout of sheer teenage sex drive he remembered to close his door and keep his screams to a minimum.

He feels overwhelmed though when he finally decides to dull the burning ache his ass has had since locking his door. He pushes in one finger with a hiss and his head is jolted back as his imaginary friend proceeds to crawl over him and mock his weak abilities to keep quiet. Soon enough hes a mess of putty against the sheets and he chokes on pleading cries that threaten to expose his current obscenity. He likes the teasing from the man of of how cute his chest looks all flushed and how adorable his face looked when he began fucking himself with his finger. His pumping quickens and he thumbs over his cock’s clit once in awhile making himself whine and squirm all because his friend is saying such sinful things to him that make him even more bothered than before, orgasm quickly beginning to rush over him.

His single digit is slowly becoming not enough for his gushing and slicked hole so he adds a second one and prepares himself for the inevitable squeal and nasty comment that comes with scissoring himself to an orgasm.

“Ah!” He waits for himself to adjust to the second finger before moving it along with his other one and has no problem finding his prostate with a needy wine following and precum dripping down his other wrist.

It normally ends this way every time, Victor having two digits buried knuckle deep inside him and screaming out in pleasure to his cock messily spilling out a fountain of come until he passes out from exhaustion and cleans himself up a few hours later, but he was determined to last longer this time, feel even better than previous sessions, prove to this imaginary and quite alluring boy that he wasn't weak or had less stamina than him. So before the unstoppable feeling of an orgasm can hit him, Victor pulls both his fingers out with another sharp hiss and begrudgingly rips his hand free of his red-bruised cock. He turns himself over into the drool covered pillow and sinks his face into it, hard-on pressed between his chest and the bed as he sloppily makes out with it. He likes to think its not a piece of fabric stuffed with cotton, but his Yuuri all in his naked glory, touching his lips with his and taking in gulps of air alongside him. His body burns and hurts almost from the lack of release and attention and that cunning Japanese boy who had been previously teasing the silverette was now a mess below him, shy and vulnerable to everything outside of the space that they shared. It makes Victor whine in ecstasy as he remembers a less idealised version of the one person who never leaves his mind for even a fraction of a second. Slowly those kisses are less wild and frantic and more savory and quick witted with more direction, his hand easily finding his leaking cock and steadily stroking it, pretending its not his own. His Yuuri is beautiful with pale flushed cheeks and glassy chocolate eyes that are so pregnant with emotion Victor couldn't even begin to comprehend what his imaginary Yuuri is feeling and that's the best way for Victor to see it because that's exactly how his real Yuuri is and he sorely wishes these moments could be real.

How would the real Yuuri be if they shared a bed together? How would Victor like to treat that living breathing beauty? Like in his fantasies of being the submissive lap dog to his unholy Sex God or Victor being the dominating prince and Yuuri his willing and flustered subject who headed his every command with a blush and sensitive eyes? Victor sided for both as he stared miserably at the blank piece of white fabric staring back him with no emotion whatsoever. Its just a pillowcase. It’s not Yuuri. It's not the boy he grew to love to no end. It's not anybody or anything.

Victor decides he's killed his mood and suffices to relieving himself to at least take off the edge of his desire and when he comes, hands being dressed in white liquid he sighs and imaginary Yuuri is no more. Just a memory.

He hates that he gets emotional afterwards if he doesn't end up passing out because it leaves him hollow and like he needs to cuddle something or he won't survive another day, but he only has his pillow that is so soft and comfortable to squeeze instead of another warm body he wishes would coo him to sleep. He's pretty sure no normal human being does this after such an experience, Victor just feels he's just as emotionally unstable as Yuuri is at times, the real Yuuri, not idealised Yuuri.

Yes, the very real and very not into him Yuuri.

Victor sighs and resigns to laying in his own filth, the responsible part of his brain be damned if it thinks he has any energy left to clean up.

“Yuuri, why don't you love me?” He sighs.

Little does the 17 year old know that said boy who is totally not interested in him in the slightest, maybe just maybe has posters of him decorating each and every point of his wall and maybe just maybe he's idolized him longer than Victor's even been around to know him. But alas Victor Nikiforov, celebrity child model, does not know this and thus he promptly falls asleep without the tiniest notion of the others feelings.

Double-Sided Coin Victuuri

It wasn't too rare or as hard to come by as the pink panther diamond, but it was still very much a once in a lifetime experience for Victor to be pissed with a heated face down to his horrifically curling toes.

His expressions always held that of a deathly calm before a storm most would say, but anyone could tell it wasnt relaxed in the slightest. His muscles were just too tense and his face would go completely red with rage, not to mind his voice be nothing more of a harsh whisper.

He was terrifying in a lot of aspects, but I knew from experience he could normally control his outbursts (most of the time). At least I think he controls them pretty well if you consider locking yourself in a room with a book for a few hours healthy. But I wasn't to question it, I dealt with anger in my own way too after all. Which is why I kept a firm distance between Victor and I when he arrived home that night barely holding himself together by the tip of his ice skates from meeting with some sponsors or... at least I tried to.

"Bedroom. Now."

I could hear frustration in between groans of anger as he seethed the words through a locked jaw. I could practically smell the level of which his temper was, making Goosebumps chill my sides.

"What? Vitya did som-"

 "I am just really fucking stressed right now, Yuuri. Bedroom. Now! Please~"  He wasn't purposely trying to yell at me, I understood, the reason I wasn't shrinking into the couch right now, upset and a little scared like I did the first time, but did he really want that? Like right now while in this mood?

What would that even be like!? Him angrily fucking my brains out, not in control of himself; raging loving words out that would sound more abusive than intoxicatingly sweet like they usually do.  

"Vitya wouldn't you rather have a nice relaxing bath or-"

The heat rose to my cheeks as I squeaked into a sloppy kiss. His fists clenched tight on my blue sweater as his hips rutted against my thighs, arousing an erection in my sweatpants that definitely wasn't there before.

Oh boy.

His voice comes out husky and breathless his heart pounding in my ears like a drum.  Damn.

"Fucking take off your clothes now or I swear to god I will rip them right off your own goddamn body."  I didn't need to see the glower in his stare to know just how serious he was. My eyes huge now, moon sized and bulging, I obediently comply, arms flying skyward so he has ease tossing it off me in one swift motion. Soon enough as our hips connect and evidence of his bulge make me squirm involuntary. He growls, nipping my neck and straightening my legs to get rid of the comfy, baggy sweats I once wore. He hungrily glares down at my naked form, predator finally catching prey, with satisfaction evident in his hooded eyes and maybe I like that more than I should.

My clothes, now scattered about messily on the floor with Makka's chew toys, I'm ready to start treating myself to the naked glory that is my Vitya. I undo the buttons to his trench coat, teasingly, despite his protest of growls, pull off his undershirt catching his perked nipples along the way and finally ripping off his jeans. Honestly he looked better without them on anyways.

His blue eyes were intensely burning into mine, burrowing and digging for my Eros I could only bet.

"I want you to know, once I start I won't be able to stop."  Mentally gripping at my heart in shock I was pulled back into his embrace a passionate kiss gracing my lips. Its a bit sloppy and our teeth end up clacking, my lip definitely on the way to bruising severely later, but that doesn't make it nonetheless passionate and I fall deeply into it without hesitation. The living room, st Petersburg and almost myself melted away into some other world where all lost things go. Pleasant bliss island. Victor was a messy kisser when he was drunk on his emotions, I picked up over the years, but damn this man because I love him and every kiss is just perfect.

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"Yuuri?"  My stomach sloshed around way too much with pain throbbing down my South end and my head could only dill back on the couch armrest in exhaustion, tongue flopping out to give room for extra air. I could barely even comprehend the accented slur that had been my name.

"Rgh..." I groan, rubbing circles in my forehead wrinkles. "What happened....?"

I feel a finger poke my cheek weakly. I could almost make out what I think is the blurry outline of Victor’s tired smile.

"Vitya.....why are you asking me?......ugh, you're so rough when you're angry ........even my stamina can't satisfy you like this." The throbbing intensifies then dulls for a bit in one endless cycle.

 "Oh..." He blinked. "Did I do it again?"  

"Yes......please next time be more nicer!” The shouting makes my head hurt almost as much as my ass does and it seems Victor agrees. “I don't think my body can handle it. Heavy weight painfully fall onto my hickey ridden chest as smooth locks of hair tickle my neck.

"I cant promise...." A big yawn. "That my gold."   And with that I sluggishly pull a blanket from the floor that was kicked off earlier and draped it over us, falling into a deep sleep with the beautiful Russian above me.

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Something bright and annoying hits my eyes, making them slowly flutter open to the naturally lit living room. The smell of melted butter and maple syrup waft into the room filling my stomach with hungry grumbles as the sound of a casual "whistle while you work" filled my pounding eardrums.

Leaning over I see, smiling in his pink "kiss me" apron while flipping pancakes, Victor, happy smiles and beautifully intelligent eyes. It Kind of felt too cliche to the point where I didn't believe it was even real. He was a literal house wife in old America with the exception he wasn't female and his looks weren't enhanced by shotty, chemical infested make up.

His smile brightened when a sigh left me and his icy blue eyes shot towards me instantly.

"Good morning Yuuri!~ I made pancakes!"  His heart smile was undoubtedly the most adorable smile in existence. It filled you with warmth and trapped you in a very much welcomed trance of happy thoughts. What a gift from the gods it was. How on Earth did I deserve this sight every morning?  "I have bacon on the counter too! But I might need an assistant to help make it!"

His hands let the last pancake fall onto a white platter before they cartoonishly pull over a blue apron matching the ridiculous pink one Victor wore with the words "Hottest Katsudon Around" printed in bold letters dead center of it. I could almost feel a blush coming on if it weren't for how damn tired I was.

“Aww, Vitya you shouldn't have.” Damn my hoarse voice.

"You like it!? I got bored during the meeting and ordered it for you!"

"I love it." I groaned as I heard every snap and crack of my muscles as they shifted to get me up and into the kitchen. I hated being pampered, but Victor Nikiforov was all about being the one treated like a god and he returned the favour in kind. There was no escape from his ever bounding kindness.

Galantly- Another Victuuri Prince AU

(Sorry, I'm just really addicted to the idea of Yuuri and Victor being royalty. I cant help myself!)

Victor felt his heart drop to the floor upon the sight of, his now proclaimed to be betrothed, glide across the garden path where he had planned a festive soiree with his parents and other notable dignitaries. He hadn't rather cared for them after watching the beauty saunter off to the deeper section of the gardens. He's mine. I have to have his hand in my name! Victor preens internally. He hears slight whimpers thinking it's maybe his faithful brown poodle at his side, but the lack of curly fur at his feet makes him realize the straining feeling on his vocal cords. Embarrassed he quickly leads off to follow the divine human being in the flowing gown like kimono without so much as a goodbye to the currently distracted Christophe who was dancing the evening away with some of his "ladies in waiting". He never understood the name considering they were all, but. He maybe drew the complaint up to his father one time who disregarded it as a silly, childish tangent. What was Victor expecting? Muffled hums of contentment make his light footfalls leave harsh dents in the earth once he has the younger royal in view, smelling delicate flowers and the rare, Nikiforov kingdom exclusive ice roses that were currently in season. He found the sight of the other smiling and relaxing draw his smooth lips into a welcomed curve. The others movements were graceful, that of a slight dance with each joint that twirled the flower along his porcelain fingers. Compared to most other dancers of the ice and stage he's encountered all were outmatched by the divine beauty of the ravenette prince before him. A sigh of his own contentment slipped as he watched on, completely lost and enthralled beyond words. He didn't even take notice to the sparkling aria of the ice roses anymore, the prince's face glowing much brighter and more gorgeous than those rare roses.

"Oh!"

Victor jumps back as innocent brown eyes distract him from everything else.

"Your highness! I-I did not mean to intrude with all honesty, your greatness!"

Victor still shocked, held in a breath, unable to breath. His tight suit just made it worse. The chocolate iris' are so beautifully and delectably breathtaking he can't see anything else.

"If you wish I will go. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."

Yuuri had overstepped his bounds. He knew this right away otherwise the prince wouldn't be seeing him quickly back to the banquet with the other guests. He swallowed and prayed that by letting himself leave the prince would spare him a punishment.

"I shall take my leave now."

He only took a foot forward past Victor who only now fell back down to Earth.

"No! Please wait!"

He never thought he'd see anything cuter than a sleepy Makkachin, but boy was he wrong when the latter blushed.

"I find your company rather......nice. Care to stay and admire the roses with me?"

He got a barely notable nod and beamed brighter than the sun.

"Mind telling me your name, your gracefulness? I note your decoration as royalty, but I'm afraid I am not familiar with such attire. Do you happen to herald from the Northern continents?"

He somewhat linked arms with the lad and noticed the uncomfortable stiffness in the way he held back. It scared his heart into skipping a beat when the boy choked on his own anxiety.

"U-uh, I'm Prince Katsuki Yuuri of the Asian Kingdoms. I rule over a smaller section of Japan my family has called, for many generations, Hasetsu."

Yuuri let a breath slip and the sweat piling up on his forehead to finally fall freely with no trouble, the lines coming out easy and practiced on his tongue as he was trained.

"Ah, a bit a ways away from your homeland?"

He unhooked their arms and took Yuuri's hand in his own thumbing over his pale skin delicately, practically radiating sunshine and acceptance.

"I welcome you to the Nikiforov palace of Russia."

He dragged the well kept skin to his lips, smirking, holding them there a tad longer than necessary, but Yuuri would never catch it as a romantic gesture instead tradition as he retracted his buzzing hand, blushing.

"I hope you visit more often."

Victor winks and this time Yuuri does notice the deepened tone in Victor's words.

"I-I promise!" He blurts.

"U-um I mean! I really like your flowers."

"Then they shall be yours oh equally beautiful one."

This time Yuuri audibly gasps, hiding in his face in his arm as Victor plucked an ice rose from the professionally trimmed hedge and carefully weaved it behind the back of his ear. Yuuri's eyes seemed to brighten and maybe even glow when presented next to the icy rose.

"Ha, ha. You look absolutely beautiful, Yuuri Katsuki. These ice flowers can't hold a candle to your perfections."

"T-thank you.....dear prince."

He curtsied like the ladies that entered his court. Victor was intrigued by the reversal gender regard, but kept his inquiries to himself. As the prince bowed, his eyes doted on the perfect way his hair shined in the light and how well his robe bended with his form in such a way a dancers costume would, but he bet the kimono was much comfier than the tightly fitted suits he wore for performances. He copied the practiced motion, correctly of course, with a smile.

"I-"

"VICTOR!? Where are you old friend!? I wish to dance with you and show these rookies who knows best! Their divine prince Christophe or their talented dance tutor!"

"You should go." Victor felt a slight shove on his shoulder when he turned around.

"No, no my Yuuri, I wish to spend time with you! You live in such a vast land that to leave would be a mistake. Besides, Christophe is a friend who will accompany me on many journeys to come, you on the other hand....." His lips brushed Yuuri's knuckles. "I fret your pretty face may never return here again."

"If I promise to still be waiting for you here will you accept his invitation? I wouldn't want anyone to notice your absence." His lips pulled away.

"You wish to be rid of me so quickly." He smirks down casting his gaze.

"I didn't mean to offend, Victor!"

"Ha, ha, ha! I know, I know. I just like to see you all flustered. Red is definitely a complimenting color on you."

Yuuri was all stutters and panic, too much love radiating from Victor to comprehend and synthesize. He can only swallow hard and accept the warm kiss that is too quick to part from his lips as he watches his prince saunter off in the direction of party music and roaring voices.

"I shall see you again, Yuuri Katsuki. Dasvidaniya."

"I-I I'll try..." He watches him go.

They don't see each other for a sum of five years. The ongoing wars keeping them apart, but no one seemed to interrupt their communication through letter so it did not take long for the two to be enamored with one another in less than a few weeks. They plan their visits in advance with "I love yous." and the letters come back to each desk littered in more kisses and ribbon from Yuuri and well preserved ice Roses from Victor. Soon Yuuri has a full vase he waters regularly when he can and Victor has several new Princely shirts with ribbon at least somewhere on them. The weeks turn to months and months to years as their 5th year apart is upon them. They plan their wedding and merging of Kingdoms for Christmas day, Victor's birthday as Yuuri had come to learn. The celebration had been joyous and bigger than either of the couple could comprehend. Family, friends, dignitaries and much more had attended and no one was left out, except prince JJ. He could be a little much. The couple danced their night away and found themselves attached at the hip and not being able to part even when the dance sequences called for it. They remained the lovely center of attention for the entirety of the night until finally being permitted to leave and relish only in the others company. Though the reason be quite embarrassing to the couple they relaxed in the silence of Victor's room now dubbed their room.

"I've missed you."

"I believe I've missed you a lot more, your highness." Yuuri pecked Victor's cheek. They had never been happier before then. Victor's striking blue eyes fondly fluttering closed as he grabbed his bride in a warm, tender kiss.

"Never leave me again."

If Yuuri hadn't been so close to Victor he didn't believe he would of heard the words.

"With all my heart, I promise."

And he never did, a kiss sealing that promise.

Victuuri Prince AU

"Yuuri!? Yuuuuuri!~ My love!" Giggles echoed through the gardens and the white haired prince egarly followed them. He smiled and quickened his pace knowing well of his betrothed's laughter. A sweet symphony mixed in honey and sugar that could sooth even the most temperamental of furies. The sound always brought a smile to his face, a swelling feeling in his heart and a light blush to his cheeks. And he loved the way Yuuri's eyes would sparkle, even in the dark they could light up a room and when he smiled? Oh, Victor couldn't even begin to start with the thoughts that raced through his mind at his lovely's smiles. The crown prince loved that sound and that sparkle so much he made it a point to commit them both to memory and never forget even the tiniest of details. He promised to never ever to forget them anytime soon. His black boots clacked along the brick road in his parents garden and the bright mirth in his eyes as he heard the laughter grow stronger never left him. "Yuuri, my dear!!! I'm almost there!" He called. The giggling grew quiet and low. The once high and bubbly spirit of the atmosphere turned sour and foreboding. The prince's steps grew slower and more strategical as he approached with caution to the other end of the huge garden. He beard the unmistakable sound of splashing water and the low hum of a song as he rounded the high hedge keeping him from seeing his fiance. On approaching he took hold of it and peered around the corner and in his great relief Yuuri wasn't dead or at least about to be. The black haired Japanese was relaxing underneath the huge waterfall of the hot spring his parents had invested in a year or two ago when he stubbornly and forcefully"asked" his Mother and Father to give him a place to relax after his fencing classes. He hadn't meant to one: Sound like a spoiled brat and as disrespectful as he had been and two: Get a place so big it ran for almost miles, but it got him what he needed and he guessed that was alright. (Though next time he promised he'd slap himself if he was ever that rude to his elders again, especially the currently ruling King and Queen who were his parents of all people.) He was glad to see the normally empty waste of space be put to use by someone other than him and Chris for once. Victor happily skipped over once he tore his shaking hand away from the ball point of his scabbard where his sword laid sheathed and took in the view before him. The lovely, gorgeous and quite frankly alluring scene, according to Victor. His fiance soaked bare chested in the steam of the hot spring with his black hair casually brushed back and chocolate brown eyes covered by the soft skin on his arm as he lilted back into the stream of water coursing down his sculpted chest. Victor drank in the sight pleasantly and couldn't help the adoring stare and sinful sigh he gave the relaxed beauty. "Vitenka, are you here yet? I've been waiting forever! Prince's shouldn't keep their fiances waiting, it's considered rude in my home lands!" He giggled childishly at the mock reprimand Yuuri gave and began slipping off small amounts of clothes and fabric. He gladly tore off his shoes, tossing them off to the side along with his socks, over vest, jewelry and other princely things that most commoners saw him in daily, slipping them off would be considered unruly and even barbaric in public, but Victor thought under this circumstance it was alright. His tight briefs were the only piece of clothing to remain on besides the casual white undershirt that normally accompanied the other layers he wore underneath his pink suit. He slowly slid over the rocky edge of the spring, dipping only his feet into the warmth and his eyes were immediately drawn back to his soon to be as he watched him gracefully glide through the water to greet him. Yuuri's muscles flexed and stretched as he pushed through the water making Victor subconsciously lick his lips at the display of power and strength. "Yuuri, my love." He giggled, taking Yuuri's chin in one hand and pecking his lips. "Why the sudden meeting? I was in the middle of teaching my classes." The latter blushed and repeated the action, looking downwards afterwards. "I'm sorry, Vitya, but I had to call you now." A suspicion rose within Victors chest as he observed the obvious show of embarrassment on his lovers face. "But if you were busy it can wai-" "N-no! Whatever ails you, my Prince?" "Ummm......I....." He heard Yuuri mumble something before the ravenette turned back to him with pleading clear in his eyes. "I was wondering if you'd like to spend the day with me.....umm...in the hot springs.....alone?" A bright flush crossed his features as he noticed Yuuri's complete lack of clothing. He wasn't even wearing any undergarments to cover his hips. Oh... Victor flushed harder and smirked. "Yuuri~" He purred. "Is there something you want to tell me?" His mirth grew as he caught both his fiancé's hands in his and pulled his body out of the water with all his strength. Yuuri now sat kneeled over the others lap, legs spread wide, cock visibly hard and flushed between his thick thighs and the biggest blush mankind has ever witnessed adorning his cheeks. Yuuri didn't think it could grow any bigger, but he was instantly proved wrong when he was pulled close to the prince's chest in a loving hug and Victors breath hit his ears hard as he whispered. "I'd be very upset if that present wasn't for me. You wouldn't do that to your poor, innocent Vitenka now would you? Shamelessly getting hard over another man other than me? Ha, ha, ha. How sinful, my Yuratchka~" The rumble of Victors chest sent a chilling thrill down his spine like an electric spark had struck his heart and jumpstarted it. He liked this feeling very much and would be perfectly willing to die over never having it leave him again. He felt his tongue smooth over his chapped lips and inched closer in hopes of letting Victor in on the amazing feeling as well. "Vitya, now why would I ever do that when I have the hottest prince in all the land all to myself and no one can ever take him away from me?"He felt the man shiver and he smirked. His plan proved successful. "Oh how sexy can you be, my love? You've already seduced me, now you're just inflating my ego." He yelped when he felt something hot and slimy climb up his ear and a loud hum invade it afterwards. "Yuuri, you have no idea what you do to me. You shouldn't do this to me when I'm like this." Victor shivered even more when he purposely pulled Yuuri back by his hair to look into his brown eyes that had turned into the size of dinner plates. They sparkled with want and anticipation or was that need....perhaps anxiety. He absolutely loved it regardless of its definition and couldn't hold back the sloppy, but nonetheless romantic kiss. "V-Vitya!" "You're so adorable, love. Let me have you?" He thumbed delicately over Yuuri's lips, his own emotion showing true in his iris as the latter lost the ability to breath, suffocating under his lovers touch and wishing desperately for Victor to relieve the burning ache that had settled itself South of his thumping heart. His wish was granted as he screwed his eyes shut and let the ecstasy take his mind and body whole as he felt ice cold hands slide up the base of cock and cup his already dripping head. Yuuri's breathing quickened, his heartbeat uncontrollable and mind sent whirling as his fiance stroked, prodded and pulled, all gently, but firm actions of love causing him to writher and squirm in his hold. "V-Victor! Ah-huh-ooo!~" He gasped. "Yuuri you look so beautiful like this." He cooed and quickened his pace feeling Yuuri swell in his hand, beginning to get uncomfortable I his own pants the more he watched the wrecked face of this sexy Japanese. It made his heart swell again to know he, Victor Nikiforov and only him could make Yuuri this wasted in such a short amount of time. He was the only one who could make Yuuri bend before him like a commoner on the streets, he was the only one who knew Yuuri's weakest spots to make him moan the loudest and sweetest sounds, he was the only person Yuuri shared his love with and no one and no thing could change these facts. He was the only man capable of taming Yuuri's Eros and that's all that mattered to him. Yuuri could feel the pressure between his legs blowing up the faster Victor stroked his base and groaned along with him. Soon, close to his pre-destined orgasm he felt the Russian princes saliva slick lips collide with his and gingerly suck his tongue with fervor. "V-Vitya! I-I'm gonna come, if you do-" The weird sensation of both warmth and cold was enough to bring Yuuri over the edge. Hot, red and white flashes blurred his vision as Victors strides lessened and his cum soaked hand was being deliciously licked clean. Yuuri watched excitedly, white strings of semen bursting from his clit onto both his and Victor's chests and what didn't slid down Yuuri's angered thighs. His fiance looked absolutely gorgeous just lapping up his mess, but then again Victor looked gorgeous doing anything. He could be shoveling manure and Yuuri would still find him the most attractive prince in the world.....ok well maybe not really, but he loved Victor nonetheless. Yuuri's high quickly evaporated and reality was once again a reoccurring thing in his mind. He was ready to just snuggle happily in his companions arms, but leaning in closer and resting a hand close to his thigh a heated blush jumped to attention on his face and he immediately retracted his wandering hand. How had he been so selfish at that moment. "Oh....Vitya, do you want me to take care of that? You deserve some release too. Its the least I can do, you've been working so hard and your schedule has been nothing short of hectic! Let me-" "No, no Yuuri its fine. I'll be alright, no need to fret. I can always handle it later." He winked and the latter blushed, sinking back into the hot bath, starting to shiver from the cold breeze. "Alright, Vitenka, but you have to promise tonight that you indulge yourself! You're overworking yourself again and you know it hurts my heart when you won't let yourself take a break. One of these days you're going to hurt yourself and I wont be around to help you." He stabbed a finger into Victors chest, angry, but an obvious, loving undertone let the Russian smile with reassurance Yuuri really did care for his wellbeing. "Alright, until tonight my Love." "Until Sunrise shall you feel the power of my love for you." He only giggled and held the warm body close to him not caring about getting wet or the uncomfortable squish sounds erupting between them. Victors heart swelled once more as Yuuri reciprocated the hug. "I love you~" "I love you too, Vitya."

*Shrug* Victuuri short story I guess.

So I wrote a thing and I feel like posting it so....enjoy it, Peace!

Victor loved the color of gold. He loved it so much in fact he bought Yuuri a ring.

"Oh, Vitya!"

And when he bought that ring he recounted how long they'd been together and all the "I love yous" they shared.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He bought some tickets to an ice show event in Russia and kneeled down in front of a huge, beautiful fountain as his boyfriend cried in his hands.

"Y-ye-YES! I DO!" He cried so much, people started to stare, but they didn't care as Victor kissed his favorite color that adorned his new fiancés hand.

"Vitya!~"

"Stop crying so much, its killing me." But the tears keep rolling anyways and Victor isn't surprised in fact he joins in and feels as if the world is perfect.

"I love you so much!"

"I love you too."

And then......

"VITYA GET BACK TO WORK!"

"You too are really gross! Get a room!"

"Awww, Yurio shut up I think they're really cute."

"Victor please put me down." Everyone at the rink wished they'd just leave and stay home. Every day.

Its crap, but I just wrote this for fun so, its not as good as my other stuff. Feel free to criticize it all you want, I could use the feedback!