Endless night {yuri! On ice}

1st skate

The crowds came in floods. It had been a year since their very own Yuuri Katsuki had skated in the Grand Prix. Now, after Viktor Nikiforov's appearance, he was competing against a Russian prodigy and some mysterious goy from Britain.

Alexandra stood to the side, arms folded against her torso and her lips pressed into a thin line. A circle of space surrounded her, the people of Hasetsu honestly intimidated by her apparent fortune and temperament.

The three competitors sat on benches in the back room, Yuuri and Sam more nervous than excited. Yuri was just working his own jitters off with warm ups.

All three wore their country jumpers over their costumes. Sam sat, left leg jiggling, as he went over his routine again, nervous about his first solo performance.

Yuri stilled him with a softly placed hand and a very uncharacteristic show of affection.

He put his hand against Sam's leg, stilling it. Sam's face turned a light pink, eyes fixed on Yuri's gesture, taking in the perfectly manicured cuticles and beautiful nails.

Yuri took good care of himself in every way possible, contrasting with Sam's apparent inability to keep from gnawing at the tips of his nails.

His eyes flickered to Yuri's own, the younger giving a tentative smile as he let go, placing the hand on his own lap.

Butterflies erupted in Sam's stomach as his name was called onto the ice less than a minute later.

He slid onto the ice, applause ringing throughout the building. He raised his hands above his head his facial expression seductive as the music started.

He dropped his hands and swirled them around his waist, having already discarded his jacket, as the program began.

Sam skated with all his energy, his full being attempting to look alluring, seductive, and sexy. His eyes glinted and he twisted his mouth into something of a coy smile.

His sight landed on Alexandra. She just yawned, bored.

Sam gritted his teeth, annoyed she would have that attitude towards him. He spun and switched through Mohawks into the entry for a jump.

As the chorus approached, he sped up, circling around the edge of the rink with such exaggerated pizazz that he honestly wanted to laugh, the jewels on his outfit glittering under the artificial lighting.

He leapt through the air, landing properly for once.

"Victor Nikiforov's signature move, a quadruple flip, was executed perfectly by Samuel Smith!" the commentator cried excitedly.

Sam grinned and cast his eyes around the audience. He spotted Yuri and the butterflies appeared again. To conceal his nerves, he smirked at the blonde, winking at him.

Normally, Yuri would have scoffed, but the rather suggestive movements made it seem like Sam was flirting with him.

The younger boy's cheeks flared and it was almost like his hair itself fluffed up with his sudden embarrassment.

Yuri didn't want to admit it, but he was attracted to Sam. He was mysterious, a new factor that Yuri hadn't accounted for.

He had made Yuri feel like he never had before. Sure, the British teen was obnoxious and stupid at times, but he was kind in a way that made Yuri's face flush with color at the thought.

The music came to a close, Sam pulling a ridiculous face at a couple wolf whistles, sending the audience into peals of laughter and rapturous applause. Alexandra smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up ever so slightly.

Sam stepped off the ice, collapsing on top of a bench and gasping for air and closed his eyes.

"Come to my room tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp. We have much to discuss," came Alexandra's curt voice. Sam peeled open his eyelids and gave a slight nod, leaning forward to watch the other two.

Yuri's Agape was beautiful. His costume, a pure white ensemble, purveyed a sense of a bird or a swan, his limbs all controlled as to move smoothly.

His jumps were flawless, making Sam hold his breath with each turn. He finished his routine in time, sweat coursing down his forehead as he slid off of the ice. He stepped over to Sam, slumping down beside him

"Good job," came Sam's voice from beside him, "I would coach you after that performance" He smiled gently at Yuri. Startled, the Russian's mouth gaped ever so slightly.

As Yuuri's music started, Yuri steeled himself and launched himself at Sam.

The kiss was sloppy, lots of crashing teeth and nearly bruised lips. Neither party were experienced and when Sam kissed back, Yuri let go, standing abruptly and leaving the arena. Sam touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, stunned but blissfully happy.

He thought if he told Yuri how he felt that he would be rebuked and left heartbroken.

The last chords of Yuuri's song rang through the ice rink as Sam stood and left, mind playing the scene on loop even as he wandered back to Yu-Topia.
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Sam sat on his bed, scrolling through his personal Instagram. He had two accounts; one for his skating, where he posted pictures of the cities he went to and some bloopers from practice and another that was set to private for family and friend matters.

He liked a few of the girls' new photos of their holiday trips and lay back on the bed sheets, completely wiped out. His door suddenly slid open without warning.

Alexandra stood in a coat and scarf, suitcase beside her in the doorway.
"Get dressed and pack your bags. We're going to my home town," she said.

"Where's that?" Sam called after her retreating figure.

"Russia."

Bello^^

Now the story's picking up speed!! This is going to be good! I can't wait to do all the cute scenes with Yurio and Sam. SQUEEEE I can't wait. Thanks to NekoAisu for editing this chapter!

Ja ne

~Charlie-chan