More Like Family ⸢viktuuri 2/2⸥

8. Two Ghosts

Fun Fact 5: I listened to Chris's short programme song, Intoxicated, whilst writing most of this chapter.  

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I'm sorry for the late updates, I've been busy these past few days. Updates will be more frequent, I promise.

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I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER

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WARNING: Content not appropriate for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. Skip to the '~~~' section if you do not wish to see such content. 

Viktor let out a sound of surprise when Yuuri pushed him gently down on their bed. He looked up at the Japanese man, eyes wild. 

Brushing his hair from his face, Yuuri leant down and placed a kiss on Viktor's soft lips, pulling away what felt like a moment too soon. 

A dazed smile crossed Viktor's face as he stared at his husband through half-lidded eyes. He was beginning to get an idea of what Yuuri had planned for them today. 

Yuuri was different right now, not the introverted, self-conscious man Viktor knew. 

Yuuri removed his own shirt before carefully, gracefully removing Viktor's. He could hear nothing, not Viktor's heavy, ragged breathing, nor his own, but it didn't matter. He could hear Viktor's thoughts, emotions, his body. 

Viktor had somehow discarded of his sweatpants during these moments, and Yuuri had only boxers on. 

Yuuri was terrified, excited, happy, worried, elated, EVERYTHING. Viktor could hardly keep his hands from trembling when he brought Yuuri's face close to his again to kiss him with needy fervour. 

'You are ready?' Viktor asked airily, pulling away for a painful moment. Yuuri nodded with a lustre in his eyes, unlike anything Viktor had ever seen. 

Yuuri then gave Viktor one more kiss before moving his hand down Viktor's body, stopping right above his waist teasingly. Viktor had been holding in a breath which he frustratedly released. 

'Don't be mean, darling,' he managed to say before gasping as Yuuri pulled down his boxers to reveal his member, fully erect. 

With a dainty movement, Yuuri placed his right hand around Viktor's member and began to slowly move his hand in up and down movements. 

Viktor shuddered at Yuuri's touch, sucking in a breath. 

Yuuri looked at Viktor, who's eyes were bright with desire. Yuuri leant down, stopping just centimetres away from Viktor's hard member. 

Viktor was trembling, his body anticipating the feeling of Yuuri's mouth on his hard-on. 

Yuuri's mouth met Viktor's member, and Yuuri began sucking slowly, his head bobbing up and down as Viktor let out moans of pleasure.

Yuuri continued to move his head up and down, making sure to get Viktor all riled up before he suddenly stopped sucking and moved his mouth away from Viktor's member, just as the Russian came. 

Viktor let out a strained wheeze with equal pleasure and displeasure, his body shivering in ecstasy. 

'Next time, it's your turn,' Yuuri smiled, running his arm along Viktor's stomach, causing the Russian to shudder. 

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Yura had not attended her practise today. She had been staying with Phichit and Chris, ignoring calls from Georgi and Josef. She had been ignoring Otabek all day. 

But really, was she to blame? 

She told Josef and Georgi everything about Yakov and Lilia's past, and how she didn't wish to be reminded of it, yet they would not listen, insisting Lilia had already agreed to teach Yura ballet and they couldn't cancel. They hadn't even bothered to ask Yura how she felt about it beforehand. 

That was downright rude, in Yura's opinion. 

Phichit and Chris sympathised with her and took extra measures just to ensure her happiness. 

'Yuraaaa! Let's go see a movie, all three of us!' Phichit said with enthusiasm, standing before the young woman. 

Yura's blank face gave way to an odd expression. 'Won't I just be a third wheel?' 

Phichit shook his head, eyes shining with excitement, 'No! Guess who's in town!?' 

'Who?' Yura asked as the doorbell rang. Phichit practically skipped towards the door, opening it animatedly.

'MILA!!!' 

Yura's eyes widened with shock. He hadn't seen her in years. Not since she stopped working for Otabek and went back to Russia to teach at a prestigious school. 

'Yuraaaaaaa! Baby, how have you been!? Otabek has sent me videos of your skating, it's so beautiful!!!' she screamed happily, running to hug the younger woman. 

Squirming in her tight grip, Yura managed to say, 'Thank you. I've been okay, and you?' 

'Oooooh! I've been doing so great!!! Sala and Mickey came to Russia a couple months ago on tour with Stars on the Dancefloor, and they did such a good job!!! Sala and Mickey are coming to town in a few days since the tour is over! I invited her. I'm so excited!!!!!' 

The auburn-haired woman seemed to exude sunshine and happiness, it almost made Yura sick. 

'What movie are we seeing?' Mila asked Phichit with a bright smile. 

'I don't know, we'll just pick a random one, I guess,' the Thai man shrugged. Chris walked in the room then, smiling appreciatively at Mila. 

'Phichit, baby, I missed you,' he pouted, wrapping his arms around the fair-skinned boy and nuzzling him. 

'I missed you too, Chrissy' Phichit replied with an affectionate kiss. 

Mila was fangirling and squealing about how adorable the couple were, while Yura was fake-gagging at the scene in front of her. 

It was fairly dark out now, pretty late in the evening. 

Maybe, just maybe, Yura thought, this day will come to a welcome close.

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I'm starting a new viktuuri fanfiction. 

It's a Hetalia/Yuri!!! on ICE crossover with Death Note and Mystic Messenger and Hamilton and whatever else I can throw into it. 

stay tuned for updates!