Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Purple

Victor Nikiforov

"Right! What would today's champ like for dinner?" Yuri ignores my chirpy offer and continues to stare out the window. He's been standing in front of it since we got back. Which was like 40 minutes ago.

"Yuri what's wrong?" I snake my arms around his strong waist and hug him from behind. He feels really tense.  I guess it must be the state he's in right now.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to keep myself busy" Right... he did say something about relaxing and how it'd turn him back.

"You could talk to me. That'd keep you busy" I kiss behind Yuris ear, yurning my lovers attention.

"No. Talking to you makes me feel calm. I don't need that right now"

"Oh... ok" I don't know if I should speak. Sadly, I don't think he wants to hear my voice.

"You could go out and find me a Russian delicacy though" His tone changes from cold to warm, encouraging me to do as he says. Reluctantly letting go of him, I pick up my wallet and coat  to go out.

"I'll be back very soon with the best Russian food I can find!" I fling the door open with a smile.

"Take your time Victor" those are Yuris last words before I shut the door and sprint to the hotel lift, jamming the G button as hard as I can.

Oh right he told me to take my time

Wait.

Why would he say that?...

Oh Victor you are stupid

The second the elevator reaches he ground floor I push the 11 button. It's going to take a while to get back up there.

As the doors are closing somebody stops them with their foot. Great. So now that I'm in a rush somebody is here to make my job harder.

Oh and of all people it just had to be my brother.

As soon as he identifies me his face twists in anger. As expected.

He's carrying his skates infront of him and neck is still red from where Yuri pressed his skate onto it. I couldn't believe it was my Yuri doing that. I thought he couldn't hurt a fly. But then he wasn't himself, well... he was but different. A different version of himself, as if he's been injected with a high dose of Eros.

My brother scoffs and stands right infront of me. His back facing me. I watch him as he ties the laces of his skates together. What he does next catches me off guard. He swings the skates over his shoulder, causing one of them to make a long slash in my right cheek.

I've had enough of getting on my brothers good side. He's clearly going to hate me as long as he lives. So I'm not going to tolerate his shit any longer.

Without a second thought, I grab onto his hair and slam him face first into the nearest wall, keeping him there regardless of his shouts and struggles. He's very strong; but he's not strong enough for me.

Once we reach the floor he pressed I throw him out of he lift, pick up his skates and toss them in the nearest trash can before returning to the lift.