"Oh, where's that hickey on your neck from Yuuri?" Yuuri looked down, knowing that there were more in other places.
"And where did Viktor's mark come from?"
There was a faint red mark against his skin, he forgot to pull his shirt down.
"They look new too."
"So do the rings..."
The unofficial couple stared blankly into the audience, with the crowd waiting for an answer.
Viktor then took the microphone and said:
"That's all we've got time for!"
"Good day!"
He dropped it and they walked out, people couldn't know what the hell they did the night before.
♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢
~•♦Flashback♦•~
They were in their hotel room, right after the Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri wanted to give Viktor something special.
After making sure the door was locked and the blinds were closed, the two sat in silence until Viktor reminded Yuuri of what he wanted to speak with him about.
"What did you want to talk about."
"Lets end this."
Viktor's heart nearly shattered, what was he talking about and why did he sound so calm about it.
"What are you talking about Yuuri?"
"I want to end our coaching relationship."
"Wha-"
"I don't you to be my coach."
Viktor was about to cry, he didn't want this to happen.
After all the time they spent together, the sexual tension and the tension, the days they skated to relax themselves, they days that Yuuri cried to prove that he was worth something.
Did all of that mean nothing?
"I want you to be my husband."
Viktor grabbed hold of Yuuri’s waist and pulled him closer, pressing their chests together.
“V-Viktor?” The man in his arms looked up at him with large eyes, his face flushed ear to ear.
Viktor couldn’t help the smile that graced his face as he took in Yuuri’s appearance. He slowly reached a hand up to cradle his chin, running his thumb across Yuuri’s lower lip.
“Yes, Yuuri?” His voice was soft and slightly husky.
The hand that was wrapped around the ebony-haired man’s waist began to rub soft circles into his skin, “What do you need my love?” He leaned closer to Yuuri, their noses only a hairsbreadth from touching.
Topaz colored eyes met his frosty blue ones, never wavering even for a second.
Emotions flickered across his eyes, each lasting only a moment before dissipating into the next. He managed to recognize a few of them as they came and went:
Love, Friendship, Uncertainty, Anxiety, and the most reoccurring,
Lust.
Yuuri raised a hand to Viktor’s chest and grasped at the cloth of his shirt, holding on as if he was afraid the Russian would disappear if he let go.
"You thought that was going to be bad news?
"Viktor."
“I need you.”
