VictUuri Oneshots

Tranquility

    Viktor Nikiforov was a very loud person  but he did not get along with people so easily, he tended to isolate himself from other people. The closer that people tried to get to him, the farther he would push away. This is why he had Makkachin, this was the only living thing that he could call a friend or someone he loved more than himself. When Viktor reached the age of 28, he had become the most famous ice skater internationally. And after this, he was trying to be more open about himself and his career.

    This ended his hope of ever opening up to anyone. On the outside, he was loud, a happy person but on the inside, he was devastating, emotionless.

"Viktor, are you okay?"

    This shook Viktor back to reality and saw the blushing face of Yuuri Katsuki. Viktor smiled, he was currently cradling Yuuri in his arms, during their break time. Loving Yuuri was only thing that kept him calm, secure and sane for the part.

"I'm fine Yuuri. You're with me. And that gives me enough satisfaction."

"Viktya! I told you to stop saying stuff like that. You embarrass me."

"I'm glad that I'm the only one that gets to tease you."

    After he said this, he kissed Yuuri's neck, trying to leave his mark on the younger male. Yuuri jumped and he covered his neck with his hands. Viktor couldn't see Yuuri's face but he knew that he was somewhat flustered.

"Viktor, you know better. We're at practice."

"But Yuuri, we have time...and I wanna leave at least one mark on you. I want people to know that you're taken." He ignored Yuuri and continued with his previous motive. 

"Ahh...Viktor. Ah! Ow...it better not be noticeable. Phitchit would flip if he saw this."

"You're too cute, Yuuri. I love you." Viktor kissed Yuuri's neck and then he sent chills down the younger male's by whispering the early phrase. Yuuri tried to stay relaxed but when he was with Viktor, he being teased, being told that he was loved for his figure, beauty, form, and personality.

"How's your day been, Yuuri?" He asked him this because they barely got to spend any time together because Viktor was at a photoshoot for half of week and Yuuri was helping his parents with their business and advertising.

"Its been better. I got to see you but before, there was a group of girls following me around. They kept asking me if I was single. They tried to get specific information: my birthday, my parents name, my coach, any relationship that I had."

"What did you tell them Yuuri? I hope you told then that you were taken."

"I did, I said that I was having a wonderful relationship with my fiance, Viktor Nikiforov and its the best thing that's happened to me." Viktor hugged him tighter and just fawned over Yuuri. Making the younger male and smile was what Viktor lived for. Making his fiance happy was his mission and priority.

"Yuuri! You're too good to me. My katsudon. Do you want to get back to practicing?" Yuuri raised his face to Viktor and he was looking up at Viktor in the previous position. Yuuri interlocked his hand with Viktor's, a symbol of their connection or attraction to each other.

"Nah, can we stay like this for another five minutes?" Yuuri smiled and gave a quick peck to Viktor's chin.

"Anything you want, love." Viktor kissed Yuuri's hand and held him closer. He loved Yuuri's scent. He laid his head on Yuuri's hair and he started space out.

"Viktor."

"Yes?"

"How was your photoshoot?"

"Spectacular but it would have been better if you were there to see me. I was put in several outfits, some that you would've like."

"Oh really, Viktor? Like what?"

"A numerous amount of rain jackets, professional dress, and some tuxedos, something that makes you flustered. I personally loved wearing the Japanese custom clothing. And they had a spare jacket like yours and they took several pictures of me in that." Yuuri smiled and he started to giggle, seeing Viktor in his jacket, something adorable he had thought. Imagining his Viktor in the outfits that he mentioned was making him blush and laugh.

"You probably looked handsome, didn't you?"

"But of course. I also asked them to take some pictures on my phone, something for you and only you." Viktor took out his phone and he let Yuuri scroll through them and then Yuuri stopped at one of them, this one was Viktor wearing a tux, it was black, Viktor looked good in black to Yuuri. It made him look hot and it displayed his curves perfectly.

"So, what do you think about them Yuuri?"

"You're look really hot in tuxedos." Yuuri heard what he blurted out into the air and curled up into a ball. It was Viktor's turn to blush, and Yuuri managed to be the only person to make him blush. Viktor tried to skate it off but he failed to do so. And with that he helped Yuuri up and they prepared to head back to practice.

"Well now I know what excites you. Men in professional dress." Viktor is first on the ice and Yuuri is stretching and Viktor waits on the sidelines and whispers something in Yuuri's ear.

"So all those times at competition, you thought I looked hot in my tuxedos? I should wear them more often." Viktor laughed, parted from him and blew him a kiss. Yuuri stood there in shock and he was embarrassed to the point of turning into a tomato.

"Viktor! You can't j-just say that kind of thing to people. E-especially not me!" Yuuri was a bit furious at Viktor but he smiled it off.

    Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are inseparable, and they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Tranquility was the way Viktor felt when he was with Yuuri: relaxed, calmed and most of all loved.

*Happy VictUuri Week! 02/07-02/14: Day 6*