Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Ohayou

Victor Nikiforov

"Yurii wake upp" I've been standing over this kid for several minutes now and he just won't wake up; he's wrapped in his sheet like a taco and shows zero sign of waking up.

"Yurii" I shove my hands in the pockets of my track pants and dig the heel of my foot into what I assume is the side of his torso. In response, he twists to face me with an uncomphortable look on his face.
However he's still asleep. I remove my foot and he let's out an grumbly moan as his expression smoothes.

God he's cute.

"Vicchan?" I have to blink a couple of times to digest what he just said. He called me Vicchan? But he's just sleep talking, so why am I blushing?

Out of nowhere my sleeve is grabbed and I'm forcefully pulled down until my face collides with the piece of matress Yuri isn't covering with his body.

"Vicchan you smell good..." Yuri murmurs whilst holding me close and stroaking my hair. I've never blushed so hard in my life. And my heart won't slow down. What's happening to me?

Yuri shifts and my lips are now pressed against his neck, feeling the pulse underneath his skin. This is even worse. His scent is intoxicating my brain, intoxicating every part of me. But I can't have a taste, not without his consent.

Still, my muscles disobey me. My mouth is reluctantly opened up, baring my fangs in all their glory; Ready to eat. My binding will make me unable to pierce him but it doesn't mean I can't pinch his neck a little. Just a little...

"Victor?" I look up to see Yuris eyes fluttering open, the sharp feeling of my teeth pressing on his skin must have woken him.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" Realising that he was the one holding me against him, Yuri let's go and sits up abruptly. A part of me wishes he hadn't woken up, now all I have is the lingering heat from his body.

"No, I'm sorry," I fish around for something to talk about when I catch my own eye on the wall next to me.
"I see you kept the posters up, you looked so embarassed last night I thought you'd take them down"

"I'm planning to; staring at yourself every time you come into my room must be weird right?" The idea that he thinks I'll be coming to his room often makes me smile for some reason.

Get your mind out of the gutter Victor!

"Don't bother" i stand in the centre of the room and contemplate myself; "it reminds me that I'm important to you, I like that." I glance at Yuri who's face is redder than blood itself. Just what I wanted to see.

Yuri × embarassed = cute

"Plus, I look rather fetching in these" that pulls a laugh out of Yuri; although it's a shy and nervous one.

"Most of these feature my short hair, do you prefer me that way?"

"I'm not sure. I think your hair is beautiful regardless of its length" his words are nothing but a soft murmur. Thank God for my hightend senses.

I'm told day after day that I'm perfect, I'm beautiful, I'm hot, and I'll even get people screaming Daddy at me but none of that compares to Yuri's compliments. They acctually make me feel something in my heart.

Something real.

"Thank you Yuri. I tend to cut it for competitions and It grows back within a month; thanks to Vampire Biology" What am I even blabbing on about? This isn't relevant. Plus, Yuri probably knows that. My heart is distracting me. I think.

"Speaking of Vampire logic; what is it exactly? Because appart from apperance, you seem awfly human" finally, Yuri steps out of his bed.

"You know how humans are measured on an index and vampires are measured by classes? Well, we are also tested for humanity levels. This is what affects our resistance and aptitude to certain things."