Delirious Temptation

Chapter 1

The Exhibition Gala of Barcelona's GPF had cast its enchanting atmosphere over the audience. Yuuri Katsuki's surprising tribute and the sudden appearance of Viktor Nikiforov joining the exhibition version of *Stay Close to Me Duette*. The murmurs of astonishment climbed up along the seats of gossiping spectators. It was here that we could find the black tresses and underlined shaven cut, showing off curious deep blue eyes. Traces of a wistful glance toward the ice that had demanded its sacrifice only yesterday. Jean-Jaques Leroy shuddered whence his thoughts brought him back to his complete failure. It was awfully rare for him to feel so desperate and alone, which was one of the reasons he had been determined this morning. To not participate in the Exhibition Gala, albeit with the insistence from his beloved fiancee Isabella Yang.

Jean - Jaques had remorsefully been dragged in between the remaining available seats. The hurried drumming echoes fled out from the speakers in the wake of a vocalist making an animalistic screech, the form of the youngest senior GPF gold medalist. At the age of 15, Yuri Plisetsky cast his own spell over the audience. Skates firmly carving its way onto the unforgivable surface of frozen water particles. A confident stride in his upper body back turned away from the spectators.

/Now I can show them my true self.../ Yuri absently thought as the muscle memory took over his stance. Dark blue eyes widened, /How can he be fifteen years old!?...Yuri Plisetsky...this is...oh so very wrong....I'm straight...and not attract.....No!? It is not right...but...that lithe open tank top...those...firm thighs...if only I could.../Hesitant debates were loudly portrayed inside the older Canadian's psyche. Faintly unaware of the slithering heat that clawed its way all the way towards a sorrowful heart. Replacing the regret and fears with an unmistakeable sensation the nervous shudders transforming its tendrils into something forbidden, another which Jean-Jaques could only dream about. Unaware that his mouth had troubles with staying closed, as he openly and shamefully gawked at the fifteen - year old...pale skin clad in the light red and blue lilac hues of the stage lights above the rink. Painting the ethereal circle, which the younger Russian thrived on. And taking a good advantage of both his nicknames as a *Russian Punk and Russian Fairy*. Shallow breaths filtered through JJ's lips as he could not recall why it was so difficult to gain oxygen while watching the exhibition skate of Yuri Plisetsky. But the older man's shoulders tensed withing a few seconds as he watched the interactions down on the ice. Yuri Plisetsky had just thrown is sunglasses towards none other than Otabek Altin. /Why is Otabek down there!? He shouldn't be at the rinkside before it is his turn! Don't look at Otabek like that Yuri!? I have no right....I'm not even.../ Jean-Jaques mind supplied nervously. One might say he had some trouble coming to terms, with the duty to his family and fiancee'. What they would expect of him and not what the haunting shrouds of his psyche threw to the forefront of his thoughts.

Isabella silently watched the increasing and decreasing emotions flicker hurriedly across her fiancee's features. /Truly JJ...how can it be so difficult for you? I know I love you, but your feelings were never meant for me. Do you not think I haven't noticed the similarities between me and that Yuri Plisetsky./ The bundle of tied sorrowful nerves thrummed against her vocal cords. Isabella loved JJ to much to ensconce the usual vibrant and confident figureskater, into a one sided marriage? /No Jean-Jaques...you deserve better than me./ With pursed and painted red lips Isabella muttered just loud enough for her longtime friend and now fiancee to pick up on her confrontional words. "Will you admit that you like men now JJ?" The man in question fell out of the spell, a quick shake of his head to try and clear his mind. As Jean-Jaques nervously denied such a silly claim. "Wha..I don....like...Isabella you know...tha..."JJ feebly denied...until his eyes narrowed into a glare towards Otabek when he caught Yuri's sunglasses from the rinkside. One elegant black brow raised questionably, Isabella huffed in disapproval. Her lighter blue eyes furrowing. "Jean...we have known each other for over ten years, and you really expect me to believe that you have absolutely no lingering feelings towards that blonde Russian down there? Hm?" Isabella remarked tersely, as JJ slowly began to look a tad more frightened and ashamed.