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If you had asked any of Viktor's friends (which isn't many) if he got jealous easily, some would've scoffed, some would've laughed, and some would've bluntly said: "No."
Well, they're all wrong. Because, right before his very own sea blue eyes, someone was flirting with HIS beautiful eyed, innocent, gorgeous katsudon.
And that was not okay.
Of course, he hadn't expected the day to turn out like this. It was one of the few times that Viktor allowed them too take a break from figure skating, which Yuuri had gradually accepted. But instead of spending the day relaxing sore muscles and soaking in the hot springs, Viktor insisted they went out to do some sight seeing.
Big mistake.
Normally, if someone had just gone up to Yuuri to talk, whether it was an old high school acquaintance, or a fan, Viktor would've stood by at the side politely and smiled, winking for good measure at the end of the conversation. Then they would've moved on, and by moved on Viktor would've grabbed Yuuri's warm, inviting hand eagerly and pulled him down the road, wanting to see more.
But, the conversation was different this time. And the person who had gone up to talk to his- to talk to Yuuri, wasn't a high school acquaintance or fan. No, they were something else. And no, they weren't having a normal conversation about the "old times," or Yuuri's figure skating, or even just the plain old weather. In fact, you couldn't even call what the man was doing to Yuuri, "talking."
Because he was flirting. And he was flirting HARD.
And Viktor didn't like it one bit.
He had come up so normally, it was a shock to both Viktor and the bespectacled beauty. They had been walking down the streets of Hasetsu, discussing elements of Yuuri's free skate, with Viktor throwing in some tips on how to improve his jumps.
"You see, Yuuri, when you're getting ready to launch into the quadruple salchow, you have to-" Viktor was suddenly cut off when a hand reached between the (small) space between Viktor and Yuuri, and grabbed the Asian man's shoulder. A strange feeling had bubbled up inside Viktor's stomach, but he brushed it off, merely thinking it was just surprise.
"E-excuse me." The stranger panted, trying to catch his breath; it was obvious he had been running to catch up with them. "But I saw this fall out of your pocket." In his hand, he held a black wallet- Yuuri's black wallet.
Gasping, Yuuri took it from the man, flushing. "O-oh! Thank you so much! I didn't even notice that it fell out!" He babbled, bowing repeatedly as he cheeks turned bright red. Viktor smiled slightly, finding the scene so cute that urge to take out his phone to snap a picture unbelievably tempting.
Then the feeling disappeared when the man spoke his next words.
"Well, gorgeous," the man almost purred, looking up and down at Yuuri's body, smiling. "I'd rather next time to pick you up, instead of the wallet."
Yuuri flushed an even deeper red and Viktor almost choked at the man's suddenness- he was friends with Chris, and even this act was a shock.
"U-um thanks? Again." Viktor didn't know if he wanted to coo or slap himself in the face at Yuuri's innocence. How could this man, who skated to Eros (sexual love!!!) be this clueless that the man was clearly flirting with him?! And the man seemed to be liking it too, as his flirting continued with a hint of teasing.
"No, thank you. If you hadn't dropped your wallet, I wouldn't have gotten to see your pretty face today." Ew. So cliche Viktor thought he was going to throw up. "My name's Satarou, what's yours?"
This Satarou, which would've been noticeable to anyone, was quite the looker. He was tall, taller than Viktor, had a strong build and had a nice, soft tan face with a sly grin. His eyes were a dark brown, and he had a shock of red hair. But even though the colour was bright it suited him perfectly; that fact annoyed Viktor to no end.
"I'm Yuuri." Though his stutter was gone his blush wasn't, which also annoyed Viktor to no end. He extended his hand, which Satarou took far too quickly, and shook for far too long. Now there was definitely a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but it wasn't pain...it was something that just made Viktor want to wrap his hands around this Satarou's neck and pull his- and pull Yuuri away from him. Because the sight of someone else besides him touching Yuuri, holding him- it made Viktor tremble.
It was the unmistakable emotion of jealousy.
Then Viktor snapped back to reality when Yuuri was being handed a piece of paper.
"Well, Yuuri, I'm sorry I can't stick around to chat, but I'm meeting up with a couple of friends. Here's my number; do whatever you want with it, but I'd prefer if you'd call me ." Satarou said with a wink, holding onto Yuuri's hand for a couple of unnecessary seconds, before walking away.
As the pair continued to walk down the streets of Hasetsu, Yuuri mumbling about how stupid he had been to drop his wallet, Viktor just had to ask the question bubbling inside him. "Are you going to call him?"
The black haired beauty froze, his face tinged with a red blush. "Maybe. He seemed nice enough, and I wouldn't mind getting a coffee or something like that. But I won't-" he added, biting his life. "-If it interferes with practice. It'll be okay, right?"
The terrible thing was, Viktor was tempted to say that no, no it wasn't okay. He wanted to say that Yuuri was his and only his, he wanted to say-
"Yes, yes that's fine. As long as it doesn't cut into our day time practices, then go ahead. Your free time is your own." The words managed to slip through gritted teeth, but at least he was awarded with a bright, adorable smile.
If only that smile was for him.
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"You're jealous."
"W-what?! I am not!" Viktor cried, yelling into his phone. He had immediately called Chris as soon as they got back to Yu-Topia, hoping his friend would be able to give him some advice.
But alas, it wasn't good advice.
"You could just tell him how you feel? I mean, after what happened at the banquet, he's bound to have a crush on you." Chris mused, and Viktor could almost imagine the Swiss man pressing a finger to his lips.
"I don't know; he was drunk at the time, so it might've been the alcohol talking." Viktor sighed, flopping down on his bed. Makkachin was nowhere to be seen, hopefully not eating steamed buns. "But anyway, the fact that Yuuri was swayed by the guys crappy pick up lines was absurd-"
"Jealous~" Chris lightly sang, before breaking out into laughter. Frowning, Viktor hung up.
Yurio was next.
"Wow, someone actually flirted with that pig? I'm surprised." And the angsty Teen sounded it too. Viktor was slightly appalled; how could anyone not be drawn in to Yuuri's beauty? But that was beyond the point.
"Yurio, that's not the point! The fact that he flirted with Yuuri right under my-"
"You're jealous." Now there was something different with the blond's tone. It was almost as if he was holding back...laughter? "Oh my god." Yep. Laughter. "Viktor Nikiforov, the skating living legend, who's too good for anybody, is JEALOUS?!" His roars of laughter ripped through the speakers.
"That's not true-" but Viktor's protests were no match for Yurio's shouts.
"I-I never thought that this would happen! And over the piggy, for Christ's sake! That's absolutely rich!" There's was no stopping him now. "Holy shit, the hag needs to hear about this! Mila!!! MILA!!" Yurio screamed, and Viktor hung up once again.
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"And where do you think you're going?" Hearing Mari's accusing tone, Viktor's head shot up from his bowl of katsudon, his interest peaked.
"Just out, nee-San." That was Yuuri's voice. Getting up, Viktor walked to the end of the hallway, and peeked out to get a glimpse at the Katsuki siblings.
And Jesus, was he happy he had. Because Yuuri was smouldering.
His hair was slicked back with gel, a lot like his look for Eros. He was wearing contacts, and his usually hidden brown/Amber eyes were wide and sparkling; for clothes, it was a simple black T shirt under a black jacket. But his pants- oh his pants were the best. Unbelievingly tight jeans, that showed off his thighs and ass perfectly.
Viktor's mouth was dry.
Squirming under his sister's glare, Yuuri finally shouted: "A date!! I'm going on a date, okay?!"
It was like a blow to the stomach.
Just as surprised as the hidden Russian, Mari managed to choke out: "A-a date? You?!"
He was blushing now. "Yes, nee-San! A date! We're going out to a bar. You don't have to sound so surprised, I've been on them before, you know."
"Well, yeah..." She scratched her head awkwardly, rolling the lighted cigarette between her fingers. "But I was kind of under the impression that you and Viktor were, you know...an item."
Yuuri laughed, and Viktor felt his heart clench. "Me and Viktor? An item? You're funny, nee-San..." Then the laughter died, and his face got serious. "Viktor can do so much better than a person like me, than a person who was destroyed at the Grand Prix. A failure."
Not being able to hold back, Viktor jumped out. "That's not true!" The siblings looked shocked at his arrival, but he ignored it, just grabbing Yuuri's shoulders tight and shaking them. "I couldn't do better, Yuuri, and you're definitely not a failure! You aren't!"
Embarrassed at being heard, Yuuri scrambled out of his coaches grip. "I'm going to be late for Satarou..." He muttered, dashing out the door, leaving behind a desperate looking Viktor and a dumb founded Mari.
"Yuuri!" But before Viktor could bolt out the door, Mari laid a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place. She didn't need to say anything for him to know that it was best to let Yuuri go.
Date. Oh how Viktor wished it were him drinking at Yuuri's side, instead of the red haired bastard.
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It was late when Yuuri got back, the time being past midnight and had Viktor pacing the hallways, worried that something might've happened to his precious student. That maybe Satarou had taken advantage of his innocent katsudon, or something worse.
He fears weren't exactly relinquished when Yuuri arrived home. Because when he finally stumbled through the doorway, it wasn't out of tiredness. It was because he was flat out drunk.
Viktor knew he had gone out to a bar, but he didn't expect him to have drank this much. Yuuri's cheeks were flushed a bright red, his eyes were sparkling, and his once gelled back hair was now messed up, like someone had run there hands through his silky locks (the thought made Viktor clench his fists).
But the real hoot of the night was the words that were slipping out of Yuuri's mouth.
"I had sooooooooo much fun, Viktoooooor," Yuuri slurred, leaning heavily on the gold medalist as they made their way up to the bedrooms. "Satarou wasss so niiiice." He sighed. "He even kissed meeeeee."
Viktor blanched, losing his grip on Yuuri, who slipped and fell to the floor, giggling. "H-he did?"
"Oh, yes," Yuuri giggled from the floor, turning even redder. "A lot. Why don't YOU ever give me kisses, Viktor?"
"Um..." Deciding that carrying Yuuri altogether would be easier, he scooped the smaller boy up into his arms, holding him bridal style. "That's because..."
"Oooooh, because you don't liiiiiike me, right?" Yuuri pouted, his expression turning sad. "You can only kiss the people you like. Is that why you never kiss me?"
"No!" Horrified, Viktor rushed to get all his words out. "Of course I like you, moya lyubov!"
"Aaaaaaah, I like that name, Viktoooooor. What does it mean?"
"I'll tell you later. But why don't you tell me about your...date." The words were hard to get out.
"Okay!" They were at Yuuri's bedroom now. After struggling to open the door, they got inside, and Yuuri all but clawed his way out of Viktor's grip and jumped on the bed. "Ahhh...."
But the platinum haired man could pay attention to nothing but Yuuri's splendid ass, which was right in front of him. Gulping, he sat down at the end of the bed, trying to calm down. He tried to relax when Yuuri started to ramble.
"Well at first, things were a little awkward...we didn't know what to say, but then he broke the ice by talking about his family, and I talked about mine. He's the second oldest out of 5 kids, and he's the only boy!" Yuuri exclaimed, laughing. "Then we started to drink, and it turned into a competition. Which I won, obviously!" He exclaimed, sluggishly pointing an accusing finger at Viktor, before starting to giggle.
Leaning his face against his palm, Viktor hummed, smiling. "I don't doubt you for a second."
"A-and then..." He crashed to his pillow, smiling. "After I won, he grabbed my head and kissed me! Over and over again!!!" Yuuri squealed. "It was even better than when Chris..."
"Then when Chris what?" Now that had caught Viktor's attention.
"Nothing..." Sounding drowsy, Yuuri yawned. "Goodnight...and Viktooooor, you never got to telllll me what that words means..."
After he was positive Yuuri was dead to the world, Viktor leaned it and whispered, "It means, my love."
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Things didn't exactly get better on Viktor's part.
Yuuri and Satarou were getting closer and closer, to the point where Satarou often came to Yutopia to join them for dinner and a soak in the hot springs. At the very least, he respected Yuuri's career and wouldn't intrude on their practices.
Or, he didn't, until today.
"Amazing, Yuuri!" Viktor called out as his student perfectly completed the first half of Eros, now moving on to the jumps. He was so captivated by the performance, he almost didn't notice the other presence enter the room.
Almost.
"Wow." Satarou wolf whistled as Yuuri skated to the music, making it his own. "He truly looks sexy skating, doesn't he?"
Viktor bristled, wanting to snap, wanting the other man to go away, wanting to tell him that Yuuri was his, but he couldn't. Because Yuuri was not his and yes, Yuuri did look gorgeous skating. So they stood, only a metre away from each other, as the program came to an end.
"S-Satarou!" Yuuri stammered, blushing as he skated up to the edge of the rink, gratefully taking the water bottle Viktor handed to him; Viktor eyed Yuuri's lips, the gorgeous, pink soft flesh looking totally kissable. "You never come to practice; why are you here?"
"I thought I could see you skate in front of my eyes instead of on TV or through stories. And may I say, you truly are amazing." Satarou sounded quite impressed, before he leaned in a whispered something in Yuuri's ear, out of Viktor's line of hearing. The silver haired man frowned when Yuuri's cheeks turned red and he hit Satarou's arm gently.
"Yuuri!" His voice was sharp, sharper than he intended it to be. "I'd like you to work on your quads, especially the salchow."
Nodding, but with a frown on his face, Yuuri skated off, leaving Viktor and Satarou to bask in each others presence.
"Listen, man..." Satarou started a conversation, his tone icy. "I'm not stupid, or blind. Do you have a problem with Yuuri and I's relationship?"
God, all Viktor wanted to do was say yes. He wanted to say yes, and tell Satarou to back off because Yuuri was his.
But he couldn't.
"No, of course not."
"Bullshit." Viktor winced at being called out. "I see the way you look at him, the way you look at me...as if I've stolen something from you."
Viktor remained silent, clenching his fist, and Satarou smirked, taking this as a sign to keep talking. "You're jealous, aren't you? I remember something intimidating about you when I first gave Yuuri back his wallet...to think you'd be jealous just because of that?" He leaned in, and the next words he said made Viktor see red. "He's amazing in bed too, you know. A real slut."
Then the first punch was thrown.