Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Matrimonio en Italia

This is the longest chapter so far (6k) so be sure to get a coffe or something to keep you awake.

Victor Nikiforov

Props to Chris and Valentino on choosing to get married in  the latter  man's home country because It's gorgeous, the sun is shining calmly over Romes low skyline and everywhere you go you can smell great food and listen to sweet music. Even in our hotel room we can hear the smooth melody of a violin from outside. 

"C'mon Yuri. Get up, we need to start getting ready" I softly shake the sleeping beauty into consciousness. Shockingly, he gets straight out of bed and walks to the bathroom, he'd usually moan and groan for about ten minutes before I have to drag him out of the warmth of the covers. This shows just how exited he is about the wedding. 

When Yuri emerges from the bathroom looking more awake he finds me in nothing but boxers, brushing my long silver locks. I don't think he noticed that I can see him checking me out through the mirror because he stares at me for quite a while, so long that I start to feel flustered. 

"Is everything alright?" He snaps to reality at my words and hurries over to the wardrobe to hide his evidently rosy cheeks;

"Yep. Good morning" He extracts the navy suit I lent him from the wardrobe with a nervous smile, a smile that fades when he sets his eyes on my thighs; "Jesus those scratches are bad, did I really do that?" I can only chuckle in response, I don't think he realized just how deep his nails were going, considering a vampire such as myself still has the red marks after three days they were pretty deep. No complaints from me though.

Yuri sets the suit carefully onto the bed before pulling his cute Chin Chan top over his head and tossing it next to the suit. Now we're both in only boxers. But of course Yuri looks better than me, not only is he at a nice thickness, he also has skin of a richer colour than mine. And he's Yuri, Yuri is automatically sexy.

As I check my boyfriend out I tie my hair with his purple ribbon, the most important item in my inventory. 

"Um Victor, d-do  you mind?" He shifts his weight awkwardly, probably waiting for me to look away.

"What can I do for you my thick Katsudon?" I slip my navy trousers on without breaking eye contact with Yuri as he blinks twice in confusion;

"Thick?"

"Yes," Unable to resist, I close in on Yuri and slide my hands up his naked thighs; "Thick" He lets out a strangled gasp when I take a sudden commandeering hold of his soft ass.

"Have I ever told you, you have the best ass I've ever seen"  I whisper into his neck, kissing over the small dots that indicate where I bit him. 

"Victor T-that's-"

"True. Very true" I give his bottom one last squeeze before retrieving my white shirt and slipping my arms in the sleeves.

With a red face Yuri follows suit and starts to get dressed with his back to me. Although I can't see him from the front I'm starting to imagine him in my suit. Perfect of course. He's going to look perfect.

"Are you done?" I stare quizzically at his back once I'm fully dressed. I think I look ok. And I happened to pick a suit to match Yuri's; we're wearing the same navy other than the fact that his shirt matches his suit and mine is white.