Yuri On Ice!~ What Happened Next?

Viktūri PT1

"Cheese!" Phichit grinned widely, snapping a picture of the gold medallists and himself.

Phichit, Viktor, Yūri, Otabek, and Yuri had all gone to celebrate the gold and silver medals in Viktor's apartment. Phichit was taking endless pictures and sending them to everyone he knew. Viktor, with his arm around Yūri, was drinking heavily. Yūri himself was already as drunk as Minako was when she was watching the World Championships. Yuri was occupied with deleted random recordings off his phone, which he claimed never to have done on purpose. Otabek, leaning back in his chair, was stealing glances at Yuri, internally smiling at his behaviour.

"Viktor... I want to dance... with you~" Yūri mumbled, his head rolling back into his lover's shoulder. Viktor smiled.

"I was going to say that~!" He laughed drunkenly, standing up and unsteadily helping Yūri stand. By then, with the amount of alcohol he had drunk, Yūri was missing his trousers. Where were they? Strewn across the floor like a soggy egg noodle, that's where.

The dancing began slowly and messily, mostly consisting of wobbly skating moves, lovey-dovey hugs, and flimsy kisses to the arms, foreheads the cheeks, until Viktor grabbed his partner's hand and twirled him around. Losing his balance, Yūri fell on the sofa.

"That's not fair!" He pouted, getting back to his feet and making Viktor spin.

"Keep it down, will you?!" Yuri shouted over the sound of Phichit's camera noises and the drunk screaming. He inhaled sharply and went back to scrolling through his Instagram account.

The pair, ignoring the youngest in the room, had fallen onto the sofa, table, wall, and floor about twenty times each. Yūri stopped twirling Viktor. Holding his hand in the air, he brought it down the side of his face. He elegantly, as elegant as you can be as you're drunk, turned and winked at his fiancé.

"Are you-" Viktor hicupped, "-skating my routine~?"

"Our routine, Viktor~" Yūri jumped, landing heavily on his face. He stopped moving.

"I think... he's passed out." Phichit looked over the phone.

"Finally!" Yuri yelled, noisily standing up and opening the fridge. Otabek looked over the back of the sofa at his friend. "Let's go." Yuri spoke through the ice lolly in his mouth, roughly shoving his phone in his pocket.

"But it's only been an hour~" Phichit whined. Yuri grabbed the back of his collar and literally dragged him out of the apartment. Otabek sighed and followed quietly, gently closing the door behind them.

Viktor lay on the floor. "It's so hot in here..." He whined, ridding himself of his black suit jacket and tie. Yūri was still face-down on the floor, and, as much as Viktor wanted to laugh, he rolled him onto his back picked him up. "Yay~ Now we're newly-weds~!" He sang happily, zig-zagging his way to the bedroom.

Once he had reached the bed, he placed his lover down as carefully as he could without hurting him. Once he was on the bed, Yūri unconsciously made himself comfortable. Curling up just a little, he tilted his head back, almost as though he was begging for Viktor to kiss him. Viktor just stood by the edge of the bed, conflicted on what he should do.

"To kiss or not to kiss, that is the question." He whispered, sobering up just a little. As Yūri moved to adjust his position, a small mewl came out of his mouth. Viktor blushed. "To kiss."

Resting his hands either side of Yūri's head, he took in every detail of his lover's face. His thick, long eyelashes were beautiful, his cheekbones, and oh, his skin, it was so soft. And then there were his pink, plump lips. To Viktor, Yūri lips were the holy grail. Every time he got to touch them, he would be in heaven, even if he had only kissed him on them twice. On the podium, he couldn't hold himself back, not when Yūri looked so happy. Viktor inched down, closing his eyes somewhere along the way.

"Just once, my love..." Viktor whispered, moving one hand to stroke Yūri's charcoal hair. At that moment in time, Viktor didn't feel drunk at all. He just felt an intolerable want to kiss Yūri. He needed to touch his lips. It could have been the alcohol, but Viktor knew that there were hundreds of other times that he wanted to mark Yūri as his, so why was now any different? Viktor never tried to be greedy, he just followed his instincts. He had promised himself that he wouldn't do anything to Yūri without his consent, but he wanted, oh, so badly, to kiss him, and, since he couldn't help himself, so he would. Viktor's lips closed around his fiancé's, making him sigh with happiness. As he had to pull away to breathe, he was suddenly overcome by drowsiness and an unbearable need to... fall asleep... right... there.