Fury On Ice (Yuri! On Ice Fanfiction)

Fury On Ice

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This is set between episode 5 and 6 (because we all know they started banging then)

I was listening to 'Say Something' by AGBW the whole time I was writing this, which was also where the idea for this fic bloomed. (And admittedly, the major lady hardon I suffered during episode 7)

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During that particular training session, and at that particular moment, Yuri hated being in the rink.

He hated being there with so much intensity that Victor didn't need to hear him express it in words, looking at the way he moved was more than enough to get that message across.

And sadly, Victor knew too well whom the message was directed to.

His movements were stiff, yet steady as he started over, skating his way around the medium to gather enough momentum for the piece they were practicing on all night.

His arms that were blindly moving back and forth with every rhythm collected at his abdomen in a cross, creating enough speed to supply the upcoming jump.

His body flew; his beautiful, graceful form was now in the air, twirling around itself thrice in a projectile. Victor's eyes sharpened as he watched his pupil carefully, predicting a perfect landing because there wasn't a single mistake to be spotted, but the moment Yuri's head turned, the moment his eyes opened and the raven locks floated past his vision to create a path for their gazes to meet, a hateful frown formed on the younger man's features and the balance was instantly broken.

He fell with a screeching sound, so loud and sharp as if his skates were screaming from abuse, the uncomfortable noise echoing through the rink around them.

Victor sighed, pinpointing the root of the problem, it was him; it was his presence that was causing all the harsh falls rather than Yuri's skills and perfection of the moves.

He was a distraction.

A while ago it would amuse Victor, even make him happy and content with being the distraction, but that was because a while ago Yuri didn't look at him with so much hatred.

A while ago Yuri would be flustered and confused when losing focus, whether by Victor's playful advances or seducing words, the boy would be simply too transparent, and very, painfully adorable while making these mistakes.

But right now, Victor wasn't distracting him in a good way, he wasn't, by any means, confusing the boy or making him nervous.

He was simply a source of irritation for him.

He wished it was a onetime thing, only tonight, only this session, only this jump, but the reality was so bitter and constant that Victor almost got used to it, he got used to the unfamiliar type of pain and frustration when it came to that particular man who was the culprit behind them.

It was during that one night; after Yuri achieved a graceful victory and earned a top spot at the last event before the Cup Of China, when something happened that Victor wasn't entirely proud of, something that might've destroyed their relationship for good.

He still didn't know whose fault it was, and perhaps he'll never find out.

Maybe if Yuri actually spoke to him he would.

It has been two weeks of this torture, and he didn't know how much more he could take.

Victor was becoming frustrated beyond sense with every passing second; he didn't want to be in that rink any more than Yuri did.