My Life. My World

"You look dead when he's not around. You know that?" Yura grumbled in annoyance after sending a glance Viktor's way as they leaned against the metal railing while overlooking the ocean across from them.

"What?" Viktor asked, turning to look over at the boy with a scowl on his face.

"You look . . . normal. All blank and angry when Katsudon isn't by your side. Just like you were the whole time I knew you before he walked into your life. I hate it." 

Cold blue eyes stared the younger down for a long few seconds, making Yura shift uncomfortably before they turned away to look over the water once more. The man's hands were hidden deep in his pockets while he didn't respond to Yura's statement. 

"What makes the room different when he's in it? Why do you act like this?" Yura pushed once it was clear Viktor wanted to ignore him. 

"Before Yuuri, I had nothing," Viktor said cooly as he was reminded and forced to think over the life he'd been able to escape nearly a year ago.

Yura scoffed at the man. "What do you mean nothing? You had Everything. A pile of gold medals and numerous broken records, enough money to have your own army. You had sponsors lining the blocks to get a chance to support you and a sea of fans to cheer for you and for you to have at your disposal when you got lonely. The world Loved you. What do you mean by Empty?"

"My world was empty." Skating was no longer my love. No one cared about what I did, just that Viktor Nikiforov was the one doing it. I was forced to live to please the world, plastering on a fake smile everywhere I was forced to go." Viktor spat. "No family, No one to love. No one there to be proud of my achievements as a person.  I couldn't even love the type of person I was drawn to because it was nontraditional and wrong."

Yura looked over at Viktor cautiously for a moment as the man looked over the ocean with an angry glare. The seagulls cried overhead as the man stared at the world with old hatred.

"My whole life was a lie. I was just sitting there waiting. waiting for the day I could put a stop to it all. Hoping maybe that I'd break something the next time I jumped,  to be attacked. Anything to make the madness of my life disappear. Just so that maybe I could have a chance to break my chains. 

Yura watched quietly, the boy staring up at the man as the secrets of his idol's pain and constant past anger where revealed to him. When Yura was a child, new to Yakov,  he'd never admit to it, but when he first met Viktor he was scared of him. The man had always looked ready to snap when he thought no one was looking at him. Of course, that had only made Yura want to play with the fire, but that wouldn't change the fact that in the begging he'd been afraid of the broken man. 

Viktor took a deep breath, closing his eyes before his faced relaxed. He looked peaceful as he calmed himself before a small quirk of his lip hinted towards a smile made it's home on Viktor's face. Before Yuuri, Yura had never known that other than the Viktor's media smile that the man was capable of a smile any bigger than the resent that rested on his features. He liked the way Yuuri dragged out the quirkiness that was hidden deep within Viktor. It was more welcoming then his subtle emotions left over for everyone else.  

"Yuuri was just so pure when he walked into my life. One look at him and I instantly knew that he was all I'd ever wanted from life and then some more." Viktor's cheeks flushed in the light before he opened his eyes to send a smirk over Yura's way. "And the way that boy moved at the banquet was more than any man could ever as for."

Yura groaned, glaring at Viktor. "Don't bring that up. It was bad enough that he was sexually dancing much less violating you." 

"Oh, but if I hadn't been so afraid of the FFKK finding out, I would have taken him home with me. He was just so perfect. A soft beautiful and shy man with a fiery, spicy Vixen hidden deep within his soul." 

Yura grimaced. The far off look in Viktor's eyes as suggesting that Yura very explicitly didn't want to know what the old man was thinking about in that moment. Viktor's pale hair whipped around his head as a particularly powerful gust of wind came up from behind him. Yura pulled up his dark hood to protect his own.

"And then when I saw that video," Viktor continued. "I saw my way out. God had finally answered my prayers. Yuuri was giving me a way out. he was offering me aching that I couldn't allow to get away from me. I knew I could help him. I could answer his hopeful request from the banquet. He was already so skilled. All he needed was a good push and some cleaning up around the edges . . . besides. I already loved him." Viktor's eyes closed again as his head turned down towards the ground while his barely there smile evolved to just barely show his perfect white teeth as the flush on his face deepened. "And then he loved me back when I chased after him. He was more, so much more than I'd ever deserved in life."

Yura checked the time on his phone, turning back to look at Viktor to see him smiling peacefully at the water, the sound of the traffic behind them ignored and forgotten as he was lost to his own world. "Yuuri is my life now. He is my love and inspiration. I hate being away from him. Without him, I can feel the world enclosing in on me again. But when he's around, he's all I have to focus on. He is my world. My whole world."

The teen stared up at Viktor, quiet as he processed the humbling story he'd been told. He'd never thought of Yuuri as being the very ground Viktor needed to support him, but now that he'd been told he could see it. Looking back he could see the differences. Yuuri was Viktor's light. It was so sappy and dreadfully perfect. Yura couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as he shook his head, hopefully at knowing that that kind of love existed in the world. 

The sound of quick footsteps coming towards them made both skaters turn their heads to locate the source. A gasp from the man next to Yura was all the teen needed to hear in order to know exactly who was sprinting their way over to them. 

"Yuuri!" Viktor called, beaming at his fiance with bright, lively eyes that hadn't been quite there moments ago as the wind tossed his hair. He was looking at the young, dark haired man running towards him with pure adoration. 

Yura moved out of the way as Katsudon flew into Viktor's arms, mumbling something Yurio couldn't make out while burying his face into his fiance's chest.

Yura forced down his smile into a grimace. As beautiful and raw as their love was, they were still disgusting as they kissed right there in front of him. 

But Yura still loved them.

GASP. What is this? Have I dared post something not explicitly Spideypool? 

Yes, I have. 

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- Shadow-Assassin