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AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.
Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.
Basically this is an excuse for total fluff.
And porn.And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor.~~
Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.”
Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”
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Yuuri blinks at the screen, too confused and overwhelmed to read the rest. Another deep breath and he puts the phone down, intending to close his eyes, but they betray him, drawn to an unexpected glint on his right hand. With no time to process its meaning, they dart to the sound of someone emerging from the bathroom. Yuuri's jaw slacks. He finds himself wishing for a panic attack, because that would likely be better than the sheer terror he currently feels from watching the approaching figure. Victor Nikiforov. Correction: a very naked Victor Nikiforov.
“Good morning, Yuuri!” Victor is practically glowing. Yuuri freezes and shuts his eyes, feeling a kiss land on top of his head. “Did you sleep well, solntse?”
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Victor and Yuuri both get drunk at the Sochi GPF banquet and wake up in bed together the following morning—wearing wedding bands. Neither remembers eloping.
Victor is overjoyed. Meanwhile, Yuuri has other feelings.