Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

Naked

Knock

knock knock

knock

knock knock knock

"Yuri?"

I hear my father's voice coming from outside of my door. It's muffled due to the blankets I'm wrapped in.

"Yuri... There's something you should come see." He says, before I hear his footsteps fade down the hall.

Peeling myself away from my safety cave, I pull on clean joggers and a red hoodie, sliding indoor shoes on and making my way down the dark hallway towards the main room.

A fluffy dog bounds towards me and knocks me flat on my back.

"Oof!"

I collide once again with the floor.

A wet tongue kisses my face, hands, and neck. "Hi, hi, hi!" I laugh, opening my eyes to see a poodle staring back at me.

"V- Vichan?" I gasp, my eyes widen.

"Looks like him, doesn't he?" Dad says, a smile on his face.

"Uh- yeah..." I trail off, scratching its fur.

"Belongs to a pale guy with an accent, headed towards the hot springs a minute or two ago." Dad says, turning to clean a table.

Wait-

I jump up and race towards the pools, my heart racing.

No way, no way, no way!

I peel around a corner and skid to a stop, my eyes falling on pale skin and silver hair.

I shake my head and rub my eyes, reopening them to look back at what I thought MUST be a dream.

"Ah, hello, Yuri!" A warm accent tickles my ears.

I gulp, standing up straight as the man rises out of the water.

"I'm going to be your new coach." He winks, extending a hand in my direction.

"V- V- Victor?" I rasp, my voice shaking as hard as my knees.

"Yes?" He says, walking towards me.

Oh my- he's NAKED!

I cover my eyes and feel my cheeks burn.

"Yuri, are you alright?" He says. I see his feet, stopping right in front of me.

A warm hand reaches out and tips my face upwards. I squeeze my eyes shut, then slowly open them.

Blinking a few times, I focus on his face.

Good God it was beautiful.

What?!

No, Yuri!

You're not gay!

"Can you please tell me where I can get a towel?" He coos, his finger tickling my chin.

He smells of... is that vanilla?

"Uh- yeah, sure!" My body springs into action and I sprint to get him a towel.

I'm getting a towel for VICTOR NIKIFOROV!

Yuri, breathe.

Your hero is here, you CANNOT faint before getting him a towel.

"Here." I gasp, extending a soft, white towel in his direction.

I turn away, if I look I fear I won't be able to stop.

"Thank you, пухлый мальчик." He says. Taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist, finally covering his modesty.

I sigh in relief, I can finally open my eyes again.

"So, where is my room?" He says, eyes glittering with childish excitement.

"I hope it has a sofa!"