Spice [NaNoWriMo 2023 Winner]

Chasse

Victor was back on the ice with Yuri working on Agape with raised arms. The blond was making leaps and bounds in his routine and was quickly flying with raised arms. Victor couldn't be more proud of him, and with the sparkle in Lilia's eyes he knew she felt the same.

"Careful on that last jump, Yura, you're rushing yourself, falling will hurt more if you hit the boards too," Victor warned as Yuri landed his last jump and came to a skidding halt when he noticed how close he was to the rink's edge. "Lose yourself?"

"A little," Yuri admitted, panting as he glided to the boards, "I didn't fall this time!"

"Good work, you are able to get at least one arm up, but let's keep working on it," Lilia said, "You have the makings of a champion, Yurushka, keep that in mind."

"Don't push yourself too hard, though," Victor said and could feel Lilia's eyes burning into his skull, "You are a tiger on the ice, Yura, you may die standing, but you'll still be dead."

"I'll keep both of those in mind," Yuri said with a raised brow and headed back out to the ice. Victor knew he was contradicting Lilia but he had been Yuri, he had been pushed and told he would stand on top. He had become arrogant and self destructing, and part of him blamed her for his fall but he knew she too took his brokenness to heart.

"Victya," Her voice was solid but held a chill and he took a deep breath to face her. Arms crossed and a raised brow met his gaze and he gave her a small, sad smile.

"I don't want his head to get any bigger, you tell him he is number one and he will fall harder than last time," Victor said smoothly and watched the emotion play painfully in her eyes.

"I will push him," She said, "You keep him grounded."

"And Couch Yakov?" Victor sassed, getting back the smile from his old teacher,

"He's just there," She grinned, causing Victor to laugh out loud. He jumped when his phone went off and excused himself while Yuri continued to work. Victor slipped out into the hall and smiled as he answered his phone.

"Na~ Yuuri, what do I owe the pleasure?" Victor smiled and heard the man chuckling on the other side.

"I need something from you Bunny," Yuuri said gently and Victor tilted his head, "I send your allowance last week, but I'm going to send you something a bit more, I want you to get something formal to wear."

"Something formal?" Victor asked, he had some nice clothes, a full wardrobe of high end brands and some choice pieces from small businesses. He had taken Yuri's advice to heart and started looking for things he loved and got them, tagging the creators online. He got several callbacks from these small businesses and larger creators that could pay him. He could actually work now, and it was freeing.

But why would Yuuri want him to get something more formal?

"Sure, whatever Mr. Katsuki wishes," Victor all but purred, "Anything specific?"

"A nice tailored suit," Yuuri said smoothly, "I have a date planned for us in Paris, and the restaurant is coat and tie."

"So...no teenagers?" Victor asked with a wicked tone.

"No teenagers," Yuuri chuckled, "See you in France, Bunny."

"Until then," Victor breathed and leaned against the wall with a smile. He didn't want to disappoint Yuuri with something off the rack, and he did say 'tailored' so he wondered if he could afford custom. He looked at his phone when it notified him of Yuuri's suit transfer money and choked. He would certainly be able to afford something custom, actually he was sure Yuuri was demanding it.