Spice [NaNoWriMo 2023 Winner]

Entrechat

Victor woke warm and comfortable under a thick duvet and the tickle of a breath against his face. He rolled his eyes up to look at Yuuri still asleep, face tucked against his hand with deep, even breaths. Victor smiled and sat up, stretching sore musicals and catching his reflection in the mirror. He was still naked, his chest and shoulders kiss marked and he could feel the bruising in more intimate areas. He left the bed and headed for the bathroom, admiring the marks Yuuri left on his hips and thighs. Victor jumped into the shower, turning the heat up to as much as he could stand, sighing as the water sprayed him down.

Yuuri had been a generous lover, bringing sounds out of Victor he didn't know he could make. He knew Yuuri had appreciated his own attentions, he had said so as they had lay wrecked in each other's embrace. They promised to have an actual chat in the morning when they were less in the clouds and sober. Victor knew he would need to call Chris and let him know that he was alive and to not tease him.

He knew he was asking a lot with that last request.

Victor heard the door open and smiled as Yuuri stumbled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower with him like it was no big deal.

"Good morning," Victor giggled and Yuuri smiled stupidly up at him, "How's your head?"

"I don't drink enough to be too hungover," Yuuri yawned and turned his face up into the spray, "You?"

"I drink enough to be used to it," Victor admitted and Yuuri snorted, "Vodka is good!"

"I can imagine," Yuuri teased and hummed when Victor ran his hands through his hair. Victor chuckled and found the shampoo and started to lather Yuuri's hair with it. There was a tension that fell off Yuuri's shoulders as Victor ran his fingers through soapy hair. Victor ran the conditioner through black locks before Yuuri returned the attention to him.

"I left my mark on you," Victor said when he noticed the scratches he had left against Yuuri's shoulder and bruised imprints of his nails in his back.

"I think I got you back," Yuuri laughed, running his fingers over a bite he left on Victor's shoulder.

"Chris is going to have a field day," Victor sighed, pouting as Yuuri laughed.

"Don't worry Phichit will be up my ass about it too," Yuuri sighed, "We really should talk about this."

"I know," Victor hummed as he washed himself clean, switching places with the smaller man so he could clean up too. Victor stepped out from the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off and then grabbing the thick bathrobe hanging on the wall.

"Do we want to talk here and get room service or go out for breakfast?" Yuuri asked.

"Actually, can we go back to mine?" Victor asked, "Makkachin will wonder where I am and the longer we wait the more teasing Chris will be doing."

Yuuri laughed as he stepped out of the shower, running fingers through his hair, slicking it back and out of his eyes.

"We can do that, pick something up on the way and feed the beast that is your best friend," Yuuri chuckled and Victor's face broke into that adorable heart shaped smile.

They danced around each other as they dressed, Victor putting on the pants and shirt, planning to change when he got back to his room. Yuuri had grabbed a soft looking sweater and some dark washed denims. Yuuri was just brushing his teeth when Victor's phone rang and he looked down to see that it was Lilia calling him.

"Oh that's not good," Victor said and answered, "Da, Madam Lilia, you're on speaker with me and Yuuri."

"Oh good, I can scold you both," Her voice was flat and Victor hissed in a breath as Yuuri paused mid brush and looked over his shoulder.