Vikturi One Shot

The Ugly Truth (or Yuri's anxiety)

P.s. I'm v v sorry for this pls don't be mad I made this from my own anxieties/ fears/ trust issues and made it based on how Yuri would interoperate them.
1,562 words.  (Time line ep3 eh?)
Viktor's POV (trigger warning)

There he is, I think to myself as I watch Yuri pass me. I've got this dumbass wrapped around my finger. He smiles at me, and I smile back feeling more powerful knowing how much he tried not to smile. I call him over, and when he approaches me I look at him straight in the eyes with fake anticipation and I asked him to practice to make him believe I need to spend time with him. We set up a time and agree to meet then. At practice, I whistle at him as he does his Eros skate, seeing him blush lightly, I feel accomplished.

After we're done practicing I ask him to hang with me. Since I met him I have felt the need to make him feel he is close to me, like we're best friends. I've become obsessed with gaining his trust. And after I manipulate and gain his trust I plan to tear it down and throw it into a blender. As I think this, I notice Yuri keeping himself distant. He knows that he's letting his walls down, he's trying to put them up again, but I'll make sure that never happens.

After his last skate he did quite well so I kissed him, as a reward, I guess. He's admired me for such a long time, and has loved me from the start. I really need to make him think I love him the same way he loves me, with my whole heart.

I started with pretending to love his favorite food, then I ask to stay in his room for the night sometimes, he always rejects, but I'll get in there eventually. Now I give him hugs, kisses, reassuring caresses, pep talks, and other miscellaneous taunts, only to break this boy, he's truly my only competition in skating when he is confident. I must do whatever it takes to stand on top. After practice I take him home and call it a night.

Today I'm going to ask him to go shopping, last time we did this we got rings, and I told everyone without his permission they were engagement rings, when they were simply meant for friendship. I wanted to accomplish him believing I loved him. Today I'm going to spoil him.

I greet Yuri today with a smile as we practice skating and when we're done I ask him to go out shopping with me. He agrees to go and we get in my car. On the drive I put my arm on the back of his seat and I see him turn red. Hah! I think to myself. Little more of that shit to help stir the pot.

At the mall today I hold his hand and wrap my arm around his waist often, he seems unsure but goes along not wanting to offend me but, deep down he loves it. We go to his favorite stores and he tells me more about himself. I share about myself too, but not much, I want him to think that I care about him, and only him.

After the mall I ask him out to dinner, he accepts and I take him to a fancy restaurant to make him feel as though I care deeply about him. I gaze into his brown eyes across the table and see pure lust. I hold his hand from across the table and he looks at me with affection spilling out of his eyes. Tonight I pay for us he tries to pay for it but I reject him paying and take the bill, I can feel him trusting me more and more with each passing minute. While in the car I take his hand and hold it gently. Every once in a while, I gazing (fake)lovingly in his eyes. As he expects me to drop him off at home I drive him to the nearby beach, we walk along the beach. I take his hand and we keep close as the sun sets and the air starts to chill. When the sun has left it's home on the horizon, I slowly stop and take his hand and lift it up to my shoulder as I place it there I caress his cheek, making him feel secure as possible, making him feel as he was the most fragile thing in the world and if anything in the slightest were to happen he would be broken on the ground in a million pieces. I transition him into an embrace and then I kiss his cheek softly, leaving his cheek slowly, letting my hot breath dance on his cheek for a moment. It's dark but I can tell his cheeks are a scarlet red. As I pull away from his cheek and move to his ear I whisper sweet nothings in his ear as I nibble it. When nibbling his ear I find his weak spot playing with that a moment, I come to a point it's in my best interest to tell him how I fake-feel. As I nibble I let out a soft, hot breathed, I love you in his ear.

"Wha-What?" Yuri says.

"I love you." I reply with a devilish grin.

"V-Viktor..." He replies. I smile, loving that he fell for it. "I... I love you, too." He replies, looking down and saying barely even audible. I think to myself, 'I have it'.

I scoop him in my arms and kiss him passionately, or not so passionately. I grasp his waist and feel his muscular torso gently with my fingers, I let my hands roam freely and they explore each of his ribs, my gaze averts as I start to get embarrassed from loosing myself and even enjoying it a little. I push those feelings aside and push him against my body so were connected as one. I want him to believe I want his body as close as possible to me. I look up and discover that it's a beautiful night so I ask him to gaze at the stars with me, he says he would love that and we sit down in the sand. I pull him close to me as he admires the night sky. I put my cold hand under the back of his shirt feeling him, all of him. Putting my other arm around his waist I set my cheek on his shoulder. We sit there for a while, seemingly days but only mere hours, as we sat I had him talk of himself and made him feel like I was deeply in love with him. When i felt the time was correct, and i could do maximum damage, I snake my hand out from under his shirt and get up, he looks at me confused and I start to laugh hysterically.

"W-what did I do?..." Yuri says almost inaudible.

"I can't believe you fell for me, you actually thought I- I LOVED you!" I LAUGHED harder than I ever had before with tears coming from my eyes I laughed so hard. I looked at Yuri to him breaking down, I see him drop to his knees, shaking, violently shaking, I hear him start to sob, he stays, shakes violently for a bit looks up at me, and then he gets up and runs, he runs and runs, and I never go after him. Silly boy thinking I loved him. I watched him run away and sat down content with myself, then I told the story to my friends. They all laughed at that pathetic mess, he became a joke to the skating scene.

Ending 1 semi good

I went on with my life and I found out months later he had started a new life in a different country, I couldn't help but feel terribly happy. My mission is complete I thought to myself. My competition was gone. I was the only one who could win.

Ending 2 bad ending (trigger warning)

I feel wonderful, it's been a while since I've heard of that useless scum, Yuri. When I got home I got on my couch and started going through some social media. In about a half and hour into my scrolls I stopped to see a post that was made a while back ago. About the time I did that stuff to Yuri, I read through the long multi paragraph post telling of the wonderful things about this person and at the end it read -For Yuri, to the wonderful person I wrote this about, but no one else ever had a chance to really know you, because you left us too soon, to the wonderful individual who decided to take his own life, Yuri.

I sat there and cried.

I would find I would never be able to count just how many hours I lay there pouring my eyes out, because somewhere in the time I dozed off in exhaustion, emotional and physical exhaustion. Never would I know of the wonderful individual I killed, Yuri.