Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Sweat

Victor Nikivorof

"You alright Yuri?" I look down at Yuri with concern, he seems fine, but there's an unmistakable glint of worry in his eyes.

"Totally fine!" He chirps as we enter the Swedish venue for the competition. Everywhere I look I can see posters of Chris posing sensually in an array of uncomphortable to look at costumes; I find it hard to believe that somebody like him gets a long with Yuri, they are complete opposites.

I adjust my tie and shove my hands in my coat pockets, I feel nervous for some reason, maybe because this is my first time as a coach. I guess I don't want to look incompetent. I want to look like I can really take Yuri to the top.

"Yuri! Victor!" Chris emerges from a croud of reporters and staff, waving with a large grin on his face, his fangs are long, but not as long as mine.

"Hey Chris" I say more flatly than I mean to.

"How are you Yuri?" He completely blocks me out and focuses on him.

"Not bad" Yuri smiles up at him, I can tell by his expression that he respects Chris. I wish he looked at me like that.

"Liar" Chris places his hands on his hips and leans to Yuri's level, a little too close to be platonic; "How do you really feel?" He speaks softly to him, with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Oh Chris! I'm so nervous! I haven't had enough time! What if I mess it up!?" Yuri breaks out in cold sweat as his eyes dart around anxiously. I can only blink in surprise at his transition from chirpy to utterly destroyed.

Chris could see that, I couldn't. Yuri feels conphortable freaking out with Chris, but not with me.

"Yuri, lets make a deal"

"Huh?" He looks up at Chris cureously.

"If you get silver or more I'll make you dinner but if you get less you have to give me another bite of your wrist" Chris speaks softly as he massages Yuris pulse point on his wrist.

Another bite?

"That sounds like a win win situation for you Chris" Yuri gives Chris a nervous but amused smile. Why is he smiling?

This is not okay.

"But I'm sure you'd prefer dinner" Chris winks at my understudy. Is he flirting as well?

This is not okay.

"Alright Chris, we'll be having dinner, don't you worry" Yuri shakes Chris' hand with determination.

"That's what I like to hear" Chris caresses Yuris cheek; "do good out there, I know you can"

This is not okay.

"Don't you have a skater to coach?" I ask bitterly.

"I do. So I'll have to love and leave you, good luck Yuri" and he's gone, dissolved within the crowd.

"Care to explain?" I try to keep my voice steady, I don't want Yuri to know I'm upset, it could affect his performance.

Why am I so upset?

"I told you, Chris has been a great help to me over the years, he always knows how to make me feel better"

That's not what I'm asking Yuri; I want to know what the hell Chris was saying about having another bite.

I'll ask him after his free skate. He doesn't need to explain himself now. He needs to win.

Not only so that Chris won't bite him, but so that he can get what he's always wanted.