Clean Dishes [Victuri]

This Is It

This was it. The last competition, The Grand Prix Final. Yuri had made it, he had worked so hard and now he was here. The rink seemed to be the size of a football field. Even though Yuri knew it was just his imagination, he was still terrified at the though of actually skating on it. Countless hours of practicing, countless falls, trips, skids, and collapses. Yuri and poured blood, sweat and tears into this competition and he was t going to go down without a fight. The "Russian Punk" was here too. It was who Yuri was up against. Yuri vs Yuri" had been painted onto millions of signs and banners and had been hung all over town. It honestly brought back a lot of memories of home ever since he heard he would be up against Russian Yuri for the last competition. He had seen pictures of Hasetsu Castle (courtesy of Yu-chan) and it was all decked out with Japanesse flags and banners saying "Go Yuri Katsuki!!". Honestly it made him nervous knowing that all his family were watching him, but he knew he was going to put on a good show.

He took a deep breath, his skates were on and he was on the edge of the ice rink, the blades on his skates making noise as he shuffled onto the ice. He swung back around facing his back to the ice as he saw Victor approaching. Oh, Victor. Where to start? Over time Victor had gotten more touchy-feely, more loud, more careless, more flirty, more rambunctious, more alcoholic, and even worse..more strict. He would make Yuri spend all night on the ice until Yuri didn't just get it right, until Yuri couldn't get it wrong. He was almost grateful, of course. If Victor didn't act like that Yuri probably wouldn't stand a chance, but a nap every once in a while seemed only fair. Victor adjusted his tan jacket, that was layers over his suit. He always insisted on wearing that thing every time Yuri would compete. Victor walked up and rested his elbows on the edge of the rink, he out stretched his arm and brushed a few loose strands of hair out of Yuri's face. Then Victor looked down at his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. "Yuri, you know that drives me insane." Yuri brought his hand up to feel his own lips. Yep, dry. Victor pulled out a small and flat cylinder and opened it to apply some moisturizer to Yuri's lips. The first Tim ether had done this, Yuri had heard many cameras flashing behind him, knowing that the paparazzi was going crazy. But now, Yuri's dry lips had become a habit and now every time Yuri would step one foot on the ice, there Victor would be right behind him scolding him.

After Victor was done applying the Chapstick, here came the pep talk. Another little habit of theirs but his one was needed more than ever. Usually Yuri would be able to handle things himself, convincing himself that Victor was watching. Convincing himself that he was the best skater in this competition, and that he would seduce Victor with the way he skated. But now, he was a nervous wreck. So the pep talk was much needed. Yuri took deep breaths, "Alright, Yuri. This is it. What we've worked so hard for. What YOU'VE worked so hard for. I want you to go out there and be you, that's the best thing you can do. This is the last performance of the night, you skate and then it's all over. Yuri got a high score but I know for a fact that you can do this." Victor took in a sharp breath, "but...if you don't win. If all of this is for nothing.. If we try our hardest and we still don't get what we want. I want you to know that you are one of the best skaters out there. You never seize to amaze me, Yuri, on and off the ice. You are so passionate about what you do and it's because you love to do it. You've come such a long way ever since I became your coach but I want you to know that this wasn't my doing...you are so great today because of you working hard, not me teaching you...if you go out there today, and you don't win. I don't want you to give up..I..I want you to know that I believe in you." Yuri felt the blood drain from his face, holy shit. He had heard many talks from Victor but nothing like that.

All of this time, all of the work. All of it for just a couple minutes on the ice. Those couple minuets that are about to change his entire life for the better or worse. But Yuri didn't care at the moment. Because he knew that wether things turned out great or horribly wrong, Victor would be standing right there with open arms. He heard someone speak into the microphone, welcoming Yuri and signaling that it was his time to go on. But Yuri stared at Victor, and whispered a small "fuck it" and leaned in.

Victor's lips were warm, Yuri raised his hands up to tangle themselves in Victor's soft hair. Yuri felt Victor kiss back, and even though it was rushed, and even though there wasn't much explanation. It felt right. Yuri heard cameras flashing from all around them, he knew that this would be all over the news and magazines would be writing articles about it for weeks. Did Yuri care? No. All that was running through Yuri's mind right now was 'Screw pork cutlet bowls, Victor tastes better'.

As quickly as it happened, it stopped unfortunately. And without another second to waste, Yuri turned and skated away to perform to an already stunned audience.

The music played Yuri skated. And for once Yuri didn't have to worry about Victor looking at him. Yuri knew for a fact that Victor couldn't take his eyes off him. Yuri put as much passion as he could into this performance. But he wasn't doing it to win, he was doing it for Victor.

Yuri had said back in the beginning that his theme for this season was "love" and damn was that the truth. Yuri thought of all the love he had for Victor, and poured it all into his movements.

The innocent love. Their shoulders bumping together when Victor would give Yuri a side hug. Their fingers slightly touching up against eachother me when sitting somewhere. The small glances Yuri would send Victor. And the small glances he would get in return. The way that Victor put butterflies in Yuri's stomach from just smiling at him.

The sexual love. The many, many moments were Yuri would see Victor topless or sometimes even naked. The sculpted abs that Victor had gained from working so hard on the ice. The big and beefy arms that he showed off proudly. And if we are being completely honest here, the many times were Yuri would see Victor backside in plain view. The night were Yuri couldn't help but imagine Victor on top of him. Making love to him.  Yuri couldn't help himself.

The powerful love. This was the part that Yuri loved and hated the most. Sometimes Yuri couldn't even describe it as love, just..moments. Were something would happen that would just hit Yuri like a brick wall. Making him almost want to fall over. Where his knees would buckle and his heart would physically ache. He didn't know how Victor did it. When he would talk so passionately about skating. Or talk in an almost sexual manner to Yuri. Where Victor would make such idiotic acts just to make Yuri happy. Like skating with him on the ice during practice to make him less nervous, or going out in public with him so that Yuri would be more at ease. Or staying up with him and watching movies when he couldn't sleep. Or devouring pork cutlet bowls even though he claimed to be stuffed. When did Victor stop? Yuri holed he never would.

Yuri embraced all of these emotions into his skating and he knew it would pay off. As the song came to a close Yuri held his head high and took deep breaths. There was a couple seconds of silence before the crowd erupted with roaring and cheering. Flowers and bouquets where flung at Yuri from every direction and he saw a couple bras as well. He waved and smiled to everybody and glanced back at where Victor stood, red as a strawberry. He started skating in that direction and Victor opened his arms and smiled. Yuri flung himself into Victor's embrace and tilted his head up to look at his coach. Without another second of thinking their lips crashed once more. And the crowd seemed to cheer even louder.

Now Yuri knew. No matter what. It wasn't just "Yuri on ice" it was "Victor and Yuri on ice".

And he wouldn't want it any other way.

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Ummmmmmm ok. I just did that.

It's 2:30 in the morning and the gays have taken over my life.