Yuri On Ice!~ What Happened Next?

Viktūri PT2

Yūri smiled. He hadn't felt this happy since Viktor had kissed him on the rink, because now he had kissed him on the podium in front of everyone.

"Forget the gold..." Viktor breathed hotly into Yūri's ear, his eyes half-lidded. "I want to kiss you..."

"V-Viktor-"

"Everywhere." Viktor carried on, leading his arms from his shoulders down around his waist. Yūri's legs began to tremble at the meaning behind his words. He closed his eyes to try to get his thoughts away, but when he opened them again, he wasn't standing on the podium anymore. He noticed he was in Viktor's bedroom.

And he wasn't alone.

"Yūri." Viktor said in a quiet voice. Shivers ran up Yūri's spine when he felt a hand crawl around his waist again.

"Vi-" Yūri blushed, only to be cut off by a long finger to his lips.

"Shh~" Viktor whispered, looming over his fiancé. He slowly began to walk, towards Yūri, smirking enticingly. Before long, Yūri was backed up against a wall. "Let me touch you, Yūri." He ordered with authority.

Viktor's hand trailed agonisingly slowly down Yūri's shaking side. Yūri brought his own hand to cover the lower half of his face, looking to the side. Viktor placed two fingers underneath his lover's chin and smirked again, chuckling softly.

"Call me that name I like, and maybe I'll solve this." Viktor tapped Yūri's lower region, making patterns over the fabric.

"A-Ahh! Vicchan~! S-Stop!"

"Hmm? Stop what?"

Yūri's vision faded. The sight of Viktor changed to a bedroom ceiling, and it suddenly became a lot harder to breathe. Yūri coughed and tried to sit up, but soon found that he couldn't. It was almost like a weight was pulling him down. He looked down at his chest.

"V-Viktor! W-Why are you lying on me?" He asked, not knowing what to do about the person on him. Viktor was looking up at Yūri on his own folded arms, wagging his feet in the air. He looked like a cute little puppy, completely different from his dream. He then noticed that Viktor was only in his boxers, and Yūri himself was missing his trousers... and they were both under the duvet. Yūri shot up, Viktor rolling to the side. "W-W-Where are my trousers? Why are you naked?!"

"Hehehe~" Viktor laughed. "Nothing happened, don't worry."

Yūri grabbed his head. "Ugh... my head... is this what a hangover feels like?" He lay back down again. Viktor sat up on the bed.

"Yep! I remain unaffected!" He fist-pumped the air, grinning widely as if he were in a game. His smile dropped, being replaced by a knowing smirk. "Now then, tell me, Yūri."

"Huh?" The younger skater looked through his fingers. The mattress either side of his head sunk a little as Viktor leaned over him, straddling his waist so he couldn't move.

"Would you care to tell me what your dream was about?" Viktor smiled brightly. Yūri flushed bright red. He had forgotten about the embarrassing dream he had just woken up from. Viktor tilted his head. "It must've had me in it."

Yūri stayed silent, only looking away and hiding his face again.

He paused for a moment before carrying on. "You called my name in your sleep, Yūri!" Viktor laughed happily. "This is what you said, 'A-Ahh! Vicchan~! S-Stop!'" He imitated his fiancé's words.

"How can you be so cruel?" Yūri whispered, tearing up from embarrassment.

Viktor grabbed Yūri's hands and eased them away from his face. "Please don't cry. Yūri, I was overjoyed to hear you call me in your sleep, let alone in a... a," Viktor looked side to side to check they were alone before he bent down to his ear. "special dream."

"Argh, stop! I'm melting here!" Yūri quietly cried out, shaking his body to try and move. "So embarrassing..." He whispered.

"Don't worry, my little lover, I've had many about you, too." Viktor winked. "And anyway, that part comes after the wedding."

Yūri pulled a pillow from next to him and desperately covered his face. Viktor sighed.

"Call me that name again. Please." He looked down at him with sparkling puppy eyes.

Yūri pushed the pillowed just below his eyes. "V-Viktor?"

"No, Yūri, the nickname. Please~" Viktor pleaded.

"I-I can't! It's-" Yūri stumbled through his words.

"Cute!" The oldest interrupted, pecking the other's nose.

Yūri knew he wasn't going to get away alive if he didn't comply. "V-Vicchan." He muttered into his palm. Viktor pouted.

"Firstly, remove your hand. Secondly," Viktor moved Yūri's hand from over his mouth. Smiling, he bent down further. His eyes couldn't leave his fiancé's soft lips. He bit his own lip. "Please say it with a meaning behind it, like you always do. I always have a meaning behind your name... and... mostly, I just want to..." Viktor inched closer to him. He desperately wanted to steal a kiss, but he couldn't steal it, he wanted to be given it as a gift.

"I... uh, well..." Yūri stuttered as usual. He was nervous about the lack of space between them, but then he thought back to all of his moments with Viktor, and he soon smiled again. "Viktor Nikiforov. My fiancé. Somehow those are the two things I'd never get in life, and yet I have both! I am engaged to the Viktor Nikiforov... my Vicchan." He smiled sweetly. He suddenly regained his senses, realising what he had just said.

He began to panic, but Viktor cupped his face. "Yūri. Could I ask one thing from you? Please?" He seemed like he needed to do something urgent, and so his lover nodded, looking away from Viktor in pure humilation. The eldest smiled happily, quickly connecting their lips again.

Yūri kept his eyes open in shock, but Viktor had his blissfully closed. His hand had moved to the back of the raven's head, and the other was lovingly stroking his cheek. He pulled back after a long, satisfying kiss, only to replace them with pecks all over the face.

"I," Viktor beamed endlessly. "really, really, really," he carried on, giving Yūri barely a second to catch his breath inbetween kisses. "superly-duperly... love you." He stopped the attacks of affection.

Yūri was still paralysed beneath him, staring into his eyes.

Viktor gulped a bit before dropping his head into the other's still shoulder. "I just... really do love you. With all my heart and every drop of blood that flows in and out of it."

"V-Vicchan... I..." Yūri's shock soon melted into happiness. "Love you too. More than you love yourself."

"Wow, that's a lot." Viktor awed. "I'm so happy!" He yelled, pecking Yūri's forehead before hopping off the bed and dashing to the wardrobe. "And so that's why you're coming to Russia with me!"

"What?"