Ice Fire~ Victuri

Silver Tears

Today, I cut my hair like Victor-desu! My mom doesn't know I'm going for that but, I am cutting my hair today. Wish me luck that the stylist does it like his.
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Victor's POV

"Chris." I growled out his name, looking down at Yuri and then back at Chris.

"I always thought you were into the tougher guys, not a wimp like him." Chris let out a loud laugh, pushing off of the door frame and walking over to us.

"The hell are you doing here?" I was getting angry, more angry than I wanted to

After what Chris did to me, I could never forgive him.

"I'm a skater now, I came to scope out the competition. Of course, I'm not skating here. So, this frail thing is Yuri Katsuki? I'm surprised he hasn't broke yet." Chris ran his finger tips across Yuri's chest and down to his stomach.

Yuri shuttered and I could see he was actually enjoying it. It was probably because I had already aroused him but it still irritated me beyond belief to see Yuri enjoying another man's touch.

Grabbing Chris's hand before it could go lower, I pushed him away."Stay the hell away from Yuri. And most of all, stay away from me."

Chris just shrugged, winking at me with a smile." Either way, I get a lovely prize."

With that, Chris walked out, closing the door behind him."Have fun!" He called.

After a few minutes of silence, I sighed and sat down on the bed next to Yuri, running a hand through my silver hair."How.......how about we just go to sleep?"

My body shook slightly as I said this, gripping the bed sheets.Yuri placed his hand over mine, kissing me on the cheek and then laying down on the bed.

'Damnit Chris, you have to re-enter my life when I am finally happy......' Laying down next to Yuri, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close, pulling the blanket over both of us.

'I'll protect Yuri from you though.'
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'You're really cute.' Chris mocked, lifting up my chin as I glared at him.

'Your hair is so soft too, and long like a girls, it was a pity my friends beat you up.' He laughed and grabbed onto my hair forcefully, causing me to cry out in pain.

'I'll make you a deal, I'll date you, but only if you tell no one. If you do tell someone, let's just say you'll get a worse beating than you did today.'

'Like hell I'd date you after you let your friends beat me up!' I cried out, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from the pain of him gripping my hair so tightly.

'Then, why don't I cut this precious hair of yours?' Chris leaned in and whispered the words in my ear.

Pulling out a pocket knife from his back pocket, he held it up to the side of my face. Looking at the blade in horror, I started to struggle.

'No! Don't cut my hair! Please!'

My parents always wanted a girl, so they could have someone to pamper, to baby. So, my parents made me dress as a girl once in a while and won't let me cut my hair. If Chris cuts my hair........ who knows what my parents would do to me.

'Too late.' Chris said, taking the knife and cutting through my hair.

My eyes widened in fear, my hands going up to where my hair use to be.

Looking down at my feet, I saw the long strands of silver that was my hair. The tears dripped down my face as Chris laughed at me, picking up a chunk of my hair.

'I'll take this as a momentum, to remind me how I bested the famous, young skater, Victor Nikiforov!' Chris darkly laughed, walking away.
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Waking up with a start, the clock read 6:14 am. Panting heavily, my sweat drenching my body, I removed the blanket from over my body and stood up, heading to the bathroom.

Turning on the cold water of the sink, I splashed the water over my face and on my neck. Looking up at the mirror in front of me, my fingers went up to my hair, put a few strands between my fingers.

This was going to be a long month.......
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Yuri's POV

Yawning, I sat up and stretched my arms, looking down at sleeping Victor. I laughed, gently nudging him."It's almost 10, wake up."

"I'm still on Japanese time!" Victor whined.

"It's almost the same time differences! And did you drink? Your breath reeks of alcohol." I shifted away from him slightly at the smell of alcohol.

"I only had one glass, Yuri, don't worry. I spilled some on myself, that's probably what you smell." Victor said, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, yawning at the same time.

I eyed him suspiciously but nodded."Let's go site seeing! We can ask Phichit if he'd like to go."

"No, let's just lay here." Victor mumbled, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down.

Victor kissed my neck, slowly removing my shirt."I thought we were just laying here!" I cried, my body instantly starting to heat up from Victor's kiss.

"Don't worry, I know you're still a virgin, I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want. But, I do know you want to feel my body." Victor said, removing his own shirt and pressing his body against mine, kissing me gently at first but slowly progressing.

I opened my mouth and our tongues pressed together. Slanting my eyes slightly, I got agitated.'He defiantly drank more than one glass...... I'll have to confront him about it later. For now...... I'll enjoy his love.'

Wrapping my arms around Victor's bare back, he opened his eyes, staring into mine. Pulling away from the semi- heated kiss, he kissed my cheek and slowly trailed kisses down to my neck, my collarbone, my stomach.

My breath hitched as I couldn't help but slip out a soft moan. He was so gently to my body and knew exactly what to do.

"How sensitive is this?" Victor asked, kissing the burn scar on my shoulder.

As his warm breath touched my shoulder, the memories suddenly flashed before my eyes and I pushed Victor away, panting.

"No...... don't do that please...... I understand you've done it before but....... this time...... it's different." My hand trailed up to my shoulder.

Staring off into space, I held onto my shoulder as if it were bleeding.

Victor stared at my for a moment before sighing, running his hand through his hair once more and getting up.

"I'm going to go buy some coffee..... do you want anything?" Victor whispered, slipping his shirt back on and slowly rebuttoning it.

Shaking my head no, I laid back down and wrapped the blankets around me, turning to face away from Victor.

I could feel Victor's eyes on my back but after a few minutes, the hotel door opened and shut quietly.

'What was that earlier? It's never bothered me before but...... the wave of body heat against the wound was almost like it was......'

Looking down at my hand, I saw it shaking slightly in fear from the memory. Closing it into a fist, I pressed it against my forehead.

'Maybe Victor becoming my coach wasn't the best idea......'