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Yuri!!! On Ice | Viktor Nikiforov/Christophe Giacometti

A/n: sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I got a promotion at work and I've been watching Yuri!!! On Ice and I just finished the first season of My Hero Academia.

Word Count: 883

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Breathing deeply, you walk into the cool water, the air feeling brisker than the lukewarm liquid.

The city scape splays out before you, bright lights shining through the darkness of night. A soft smile graces your lips.

It's been a long couple of weeks.

You've been competing nonstop in the Women's Singles, successfully landing a spot in the World Championship. You've earned a rest.

As fate, or luck, would have it, you're no longer alone in the rooftop pool.

You hear someone enter the water.

"It's colder than I expected," a familiar voice mentions.

Grinning, you turn to look at Viktor. He stands in all his glory, showing off his toned chest and arms.

He smiles back at you, "Ey, Y/n. I didn't think anyone else would be out here."

"Neither did I."

The Russian swims up to you, his graceful body gliding effortlessly.

"Congratulations on making it to the World Championship."

You smile brightly, "Thanks, Viktor! I'll have to congratulate Yuri when I see him. Yuri Katsuki, I mean. It's a bit confusing having two people with the same name compete against each other."

You've known Viktor for a long time, ever since you were kids. He ran into you at an ice rink in Russia that you were visiting while on vacation.  You got to talking and became good friends.

You've watched him win all of his gold medals, and he's witnessed you win silver a few times. This year, though, you're aiming for gold.

"I never thought you'd coach," you confess.

He raises an eyebrow, "Why?"

"You just didn't seem the type, but you're really helping Yuri, I can see immense improvement."

You continue chatting, almost missing when another friend of yours appears.

"Aw, I was hoping to skinny-dip," a familiar Swiss-accented voice says.

"We're not stopping you."

Glancing up, you try not to stare at his well-defined chest, instead focusing on his light hazel eyes. His purple speedo is also distracting.

He smirks down at you and Viktor, "Am I interrupting something?"

You look to to Viktor, just realizing that you're almost leaning against him. Moving a respectable distance away from him, you shake your head, "Of course not, Chris."

"Hop on in, we can take some great pictures," you swim to the edge of the pool to grab your camera. You know how Chris loves to model and share his pictures all over social media.

"Your turn, Y/n. Pose for us!" Viktor chirps, focusing the camera on you.

Smiling, you strike a pose, gazing into the camera.

This goes on for awhile, taking pictures and drinking some wine that Chris brought.

"You know, it's been awhile since I've just relaxed like this," you tell Chris, sipping from your glass.

You've also known Chris for quite a few years, meeting in a way similar to your meeting with Viktor.

He quirks a brow, "Really?"

"Uh-huh. I haven't hung around my friends for a long time."

"Well, we do all live in different countries," Viktor says.

"And, you two are competitors," you point out.

The handsome males exchange a knowing glance.

"We compete in more ways than one, you know," Chris chuckles lowly, moving closer to you.

You laugh, "Everyone's always competing. It's in our blood."

Viktor swims to you and Chris, draping his arms around your shoulders. You try not to blush as Chris follows suit.

There you stand, in the pool, two gorgeous men hanging onto you.

"Guys?"

"Y/n, have you really not caught on yet?" Viktor teases, his lips brushing against your ear.

Chris whispers in your other ear, "You really don't realize it?"

You gulp, "Realize what?"

They silently look at each other before pressing their lips to your flushed cheeks as your eyes go wide.

They kissed you... at the same time...

It's like your brain stopped functioning.

"We love you," they speak in tandem.

"Wha-?"

You swim away from them, brain short circuiting.

"No way," you try to deny.

They swim up, each taking one of your hands in theirs.

"How could we not?" Chris questions, lips brushing the back of your hand.

Not one to be outdone, Viktor brings your hand to his mouth, "You're amazing."

By now, you're a blushing mess, the alcohol in your system not helping at all, "I-I think you're both amazing too. The best of the best."

"So, what do you say?" Chris asks, bringing his face closer to yours.

The Russian copies him.

They stare into your eyes, hypnotizing you.

"I-I'm cold!" You decide, pushing past them to rush out of the water.

They follow behind you, "It is cold out here, you're right."

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Yuri is laying on his bed. He saw the pictures of Viktor, Christophe, and Y/n, so he thinks he has the room to himself for a bit longer.

Boy, was he wrong.

The door slams open, three slightly wasted skaters entering the room.

"Yuri! We're so cold, go draw a hot bath," Viktor whines, leaning against you.

"Get off!" You yell at the two men.

"No, you're so warm!" Chris refuses, nuzzling closer to you.

"Eh?!"

Yuri grunts when Viktor collapses onto him, dragging you and Chris down with him.

Everyone is in a giant dog-pile on the double bed, laughing and shivering.