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Ever since Yuri’s a kid, he always had looked up to Yuuri Katsuki. The man always look dazzling on ice. Surely, on his first competition, he flubbed his jumps, but his step sequences has always capture his eyes to watch him dance on the ice.
No matter how hard Yuuri’s programs is, Yuri has always tried to follow it although he couldn’t skate like how Yuuri’s skate. The way he glide on ice was beautiful and Yuri obviously couldn’t copy to be just like him at all. He always hoped to be able to skate like Yuuri. He always did. He never stopped surprising him with his own step sequences.
Now that he finally manage to have Yuuri Katsuki as his coach, he may be able to skate like him.
Ever since Yuuri came to Russia last week, things has changed somehow and it was absolutely chaotic. With Yuuri’s punkish attitude and foul-mouth, it look almost like having another Yakov, only younger, handsome and more Asian.
Yuuri would scream at Georgi to stop bawling his eyes out for his own breakup. Yuuri would scream at Mila on stop teasing him and pinching his somehow chubby cheeks (which Yuri secretly hoped to touch it…) and also, Yuuri would obviously scream at Viktor who won’t stop try to flirt (although the Japanese man seems oblivious about it) and clinging to him like love struck idiot he is.
Yuri has used to that situation. But despite taking a bath with Yuuri, fully naked, at the bathroom and also, sleeping wit Yuuri, on Yuri’s bed; Yuri can’t help but still feeling shy toward Yuuri although he has warm up with him a bit.
Yuuri was the one who admired for years and now…
Yuri has never felt so mortified by the Japanese man.
He has to do a fanservice for this season….
And he though having to deal his cat in heat is the worst.
…
“F-F-FANSERVICE!!!???” Yuri screech in pure mortification.
Yuuri smiled, “Yup.” He said cheerfully.
“I-I cant do some fanservice! What would my grandfather react on that!” Yuri exclaim.
Never in his life thinking about making some fan service. Do he need to wear some weird outfit that would look like a stripper? Or do he need to wear some dresses!? Oh god, he seen what the fangirls would like to see toward their favorite character or celebrity and he certainly does not want to wear any dresses or lingerie! Especially lingerie! He saw some fanart with male characters wearing lingerie and he certainly do not want to wear lingerie.
Yuuri frown, “Wait, what kind of fan service you think about anyway Yuri?” He asked, utterly confused.
Yuri hide his face with his palms, “Some crossdressing…” He mumbled shyly.
Yuuri, Viktor and Mila fell silent for a moment. Yuuri sigh, “Yuri, that’s not the kind of fanservice I was going to give to you….” He deadpanned. “If I did that, Yakov would obviously kill me.”
Yuri blushed madly, “I-I’m sorry…” He stuttered out.
“If Yurio wear dresses, I don’t think people would know that you actually a boy.” Mila pointed out with a giggles. “And I think your fan would be ecstatic about it.”
Yuri blush madly on that statement. “M-Mila!” Yuri shriek.
Viktor hummed, “Well, I wont mind seeing Yuuri here crossdresses to be honest.” Viktor said as he winked at Yuuri who just rolled his eyes. “Who would want to see me wear dresses anyway?”
“Obviously me, especially when it come to lingerie.” Viktor said, earning a kick by Yuuri.
Mila immediately snapped a picture of the scene while Yuri was shaking in pure fear. Yakov in the other hand try his very best not to mind the other skaters business since it would only give him some high blood pressure anyway.
After Yuuri finish with Viktor (who seems happy with his attention despite being so abusive) Yuuri ruffles Yuri’s head in reassurance as he gave the blond his Ipod and his own glasses. “Play it when I tell you so.” He said as he quickly put on his skate. "This is what I planned for your Free Skate by the way, I still have no idea what to do for your Short Program." He said.
"It's fine..." Yuri said.
“Hey Viktor, let me borrow your jacket for a moment.” Yuuri said as Viktor happily nodded and gave his jacket to the Japanese man.
Yuuri wear Viktor’s jacket and frowned for a moment, “Seriously, your jacket is soo big.” He said as he notice that the sleeves of the jacket cover his hands. Viktor quickly hold his nose when he felt his nose start to bleed.
Viktor did not thought about anything dirty about Yuuri. Not a single bit at all.
Thought Yuri and Mila has this dead expression on their face when they saw the look at Viktor face.
Mila leaned at Yuri and start to whisper to the blond, “I think Viktor is sexually frustrated right now.” She said as Yuri nodded while watching Viktor wiped some few blood that dripped from his nose with a dreamy gaze at the Japanese skater.
“I think he might be lovestruck…”
Yuuri glided around the ice and when Yuuri finally stopped at the middle of the rink, he motion Yuri to play the song.
Yuuri glided on the ice freely yet oh so seductively (or so what Viktor sees anyway). When the singer start singing, Viktor swears that Yuuri is giving him a very seductive glance with a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at Viktor.
Hello I love you
Wont you tell me your name?
Hello I love you
Let me jump in your game
Fuck he’s hot. Viktor cant deny that. Whoever says Viktor is the hottest bachelor, well… They are wrong. It suppose to Yuuri Katsuki becoming the hottest bachelor, not when he could look hot and cute at the same time and isn’t that suppose to be a crime? No, it’s obviously a sin to look like that.
Viktor was practically drolling at the Japanese man.
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
When Yuuri slowly stripping the jacket off him while doing a spin. Viktor whistle loudly, Yuri gasped while Mila look at Yuuri with a very amused look.
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
“I was wondering on how this man can be single?” Mila asked with a low whistle. “He can make both men and women under his command if he kept doing that.”
“I obviously not going to strip in front of the live television…” Yuri mutter in pure horror.
“At least you’re not going to wear some lingerie Yurio~” Mila teased, earning a blush from Yuri.
Viktor let out a dreamy sigh. "I think I'm in love~" Viktor said as he gaze dreamily at the Japanese man. Mila laugh, "Oh Viktor~ Tell that to Yuuri, I bet he would kick you love-struck ass when he finds out."
"I rather let him spank me." Viktor joked. "I don't mind the kinkshaming by him."
"Excuse me but there's minor here!" Georgi exclaim as he pointed at Yuri who paled and obviously horrified by that statement.
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
“Oh god, he’s stripping his T-shirt!” Mila gasped as Yuri immediately node bleed furiously as he fell down. “Dammit, why does he have a tank top underneath it! Damn Russia’s winter!” Mila cursed as she bit her fingernail.
Viktor wolf whistle at the sight. Georgi screech as he kept screaming from somebody to call an ambulance when he saw Yuri keep losing blood through his nose while Yakov look like he’s either going to explode or cry when he saw the unintentional ruckus cause by the Japanese Punk.
Yakov doesn’t know if he should scream at Yuuri but yet, Yuuri obviously did nothing wrong since he just strip his shirt in front of everyone in the rink!
When Yuuri finally ended the free skate with the final pose, Viktor finally let out his breath that he’s been holding for so long.
A loud clap and applause has been heard and Yuuri bowed down.
Yuuri smirk at them as combed his hair to make it slicked back as he take Viktor’s jacket and his T-shirt somewhere on the rink.
“Fuck he’s hot with that kind of hairstyle.” Viktor muttered.
Mila nodded, “That kind of hairstyle will steal your woman and man.” Mila said. “Goddamn, I swear this man could kill my ovaries.”
Yuri, who finally woke up from his stopped bleeding and took the tissue that Georgi offered to him, sweats dropped at the statement. “You guys do realize that you also met him at the Grand Prix Finals last year right…?”
Viktor and Mila pouted, “He’s so unapproachable last year.” Mila pointed out, “And he literally kicked some street thugs asses without breaking a sweat. Do you want to get on his bad side, I certainly would hope not, Yurio.” Mila pointed out.
Georgi nodded, “At least he nice toward us… At least…” He muttered.
Viktor smiled at the statement.
Yuuri went inside the rink and throw Viktor’s jacket at Viktor, “So, what do you think Yuri? Think you can do it?” He asked.
Yuri stammered, “But can I not strip?”
Yuuri clicked his tongue in disappointment, “Sorry there little fairy, but it wont be called as fanservice if you don’t do that.”
Yuri face start to heat up and fainted on that very statement.
Mila sweats dropped, “Maybe we let him strip after he gain a bit of confidence…” She pointed out as Yuuri rubbed his temple. "I think I need to find a way to make him gain some confidence... ASAP."
Viktor quickly tackle the Japanese, “Yuuri~ You look so wonderful! I wish you could do that at the competition!” Viktor said cheefuly as Yuuri scream at the Russian to let him go. "Holy shit, let me breath! I need air you bastard!" Yuuri yelled out, but been entirely ignored by the older Russian.
"Ah~, young love..." Georgi remark fondly as Mila pass him some tissue and nodded.
Yakov breath in before he start yelling, "CAN SOMEBODY AT LEAST HELP YURI OVER HERE!!!"
"Opps..."
...
Yuri woke up on his bed, with his cat curling beside him on his bed.
'Thank god, I was dreaming...' Yuri though. It was a good thing he was dreaming the whole thing about doing some fan service for his program for his Senior Debut.
He could see Vicchan sleeping on his stomach peacefully and Yuri almost feel bad on waking the poor poodle up. But the said poodle wake up eventually when the door of his room slammed open, revealing Lilia who looking obviously angry at him.
Yuri gulped.
Yuri never seen Lilia so angry in his life. Surely his ballet teacher is very stern but never in his whole life seeing her to be so murderous. "Yuri Plisetsky, explain on why Minako Okukawa's disciple is coaching you without me knowing?" She said sternly.
"I-I... Uhh..." Yuri manage to stutter out.
"Lilia! What are you doing at my house!?" Yakov exclaim, obviously looked shocked to see the former prima ballerina at his house suddenly.
Lilia rolled her eyes, "Demanding some answer you stupid old man." She said. "I got a call from Minako about Katsuki suddenly taking a season off for this season just to coach my student for his senior debut!"
"Minako-sensei!" They can hear Yuuri scream something in Japanese as the man stomp into the room while yelling at someone through his phone. He stopped screaming when he saw Lilia raised her eyebrow at the man. "Yuuri Katsuki I presume?"
"Yes, I am." Yuuri said, "Why are you here anyway?" He said as he ended his call.
Lilia sharpen her gaze on the Japanese man, "Apparently, I am supposed to choreograph his programs. I already prepare his programs mind you."
"Wait, Lilia, you didn't tell me anything about it!" Yakov exclaim.
Lilia crossed her arms, "I was going to surprise Yura for it." She said.
Yuuri cleared his throat, "I'm very sorry Miss Lilia but sadly, I already choreograph his Free Skate." He said smoothly. "I'm here to help this little fairy here to boost his confidence."
"What gain would you have?" Lilia asked. "You're still young to retire early by the way."
Yuri gulped at the scene, obviously uncomfortable at the tension rising between the Russian woman and the Japanese man.
Now that she mention it, Yuri wondered why Yuuri would coach him. He always wondered about it but he's too afraid to ask.
Yuuri sigh, "None of your business. But I can assure you, what I do is not for gain but yet, satisfaction. I have no interest for fame or money. What I do until now is to feel satisfy for my accomplish. I can see Yuri's talent over here, he has flaws and I'm here to fix that." Yuuri said. "I want to see this little Russian fairy skate in his own beauty."
Yuri widen his eyes. Yuuri saw talent in him? He couldn't believe it. It's somehow feel too good to be true.
Yuuri walk toward Yuri and push his bang away from his face as he flash a genuine smile on the blond. "Yuri, I like to see you skate in your own beauty. It doesn't have to be perfect. I seen you skate for your Junior last season and I'm curious on how would you look like if you skate with confidence." Yuuri said sincerely.
Yuri advert his gaze away from Yuuri, "Do you really think I can do it...?" He ask shyly. "To made it to the podium at the Grand Prix finals...?"
"Damn straight." Yuuri grin.
Yuri hold Yuuri's hand and look at him with a huge determination. "If selling my soul is all it take for me to win, then, I'm willing to sell my soul and my body for you." Yuri said. "So, until then, please be my coach until I retire!" He said.
Yuuri smiled as he ruffles the blond hair, "Now that's the spirit! So, let's boost that confidence of yours so you can do you fan service for you Free Skate!" Yuuri said as Yuri paled. "Wait WHAT!?"
Lilia stare at the two Yuri's and cleared her throat, manage to catch the two Yuri's attention. "Do what you want, but if you need my help. I'm willing to help but yet." Lilia sharpen her gaze on Yuri who jerk off a bit by her glare. "I expecting you to practice ballet in my class Yura. I won't hesistate to drag you during your practice." She said as she left the three of them, awe struck.
Yuuri patted Yuri's back, "I manage our practice schedules. Beside, ballet would help you on your step sequences." Yuuri said. "Now will you excuse me, I'm going to deal my own ballet instructor now." He said as he took his phone and went out.
Yuri lay back on his bed in pure defeat. "What did I sinned to gain this suffering...?" He asked.
First her had to do some fanservice and now he's going to suffer during Lilia's ballet lesson.
"Good luck on that Yurochka..." Yakov said.