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He lands the quad lutz badly.

He knows the exact second it goes wrong. He stalls on the third revolution, for just a second, because he's an idiot, because he can see Victor talking to someone else from the corner of his eye, because he actually rotates his head to stare, and he lands it badly.

He feels it immediately, the bad shift of gravity, the pain, like needless, shooting up his foot, then his leg, then his hip, the ice under his fingers when he crashes  down onto it. Before everyone is around him he presses his face into the ice and groans.

Everything sucks forever.

He's never messed up this badly before. He's messed up before, sure, that's not hard to believe for anyone who's met him, but they were mostly minor things. Hyper extensions and when he was young, skating into walls. He messed up his ankle while he fell down a flight of stairs once, but it wasn't on the ice. It was never on the ice.

Victor is at his side quickly, but Yuuri doesn't bother looking up at him. The ice feels good against his burning skin. He doesn't even want to think about how stupid he must look right now, but his face is burning up. His ankle is burning up pretty bad too, but he's pretty sure with how tight his skates are, the swelling isn't going to get too bad.

He hopes it won't get to bad. A twisted, and god, let it only be twisted, ankle can put a person out for a month. He can't afford to be out for a month. Not with Victor around. Not with the Grand Prix opening tournament four months away.

“Yuuri?” Victor's voice is soft, his hand in between Yuuri's shoulder blades. “Did you hit your head?” Yuuri wiggles what must come across as a negative because Victor lets out a sigh of relief, for what? What part of this was good? Victor rubs long lines down his spine and he's shocked he doesn't melt through the ice. “Let a doctor look at you?” It sounds like a question, so he wiggles an affirmative. Another sigh of relief.

The doctor is a thin women who slides onto the ice with a lot more grace then necessary. Yuuri finally turns over and sits up for her. He keeps his eyes firmly away from Victor, he doesn't need the disappointment he's sure he'll find. The nurse doesn't speak Japanese or English, and while Yuuri knows a little Russian, none of what he knows it medical jargon. She talks too quickly for him to catch anything, so he just sits there and waits.

“It's not broken.” Victor tells him. He's immediately by his side, his face inches away, but Yuuri isn't looking at him and Victor is staring at Yuuri's ankle. It's not that awkward. “She doesn't think you need x-rays.” He says.

“Oh.” Yuuri mumbles. The doctor turns his foot back and forth and tells Victor more. Her hands are thin.

“Not even fractured.” And Yuuri can hear the joy in his voice. He wasn't a complete disappointment, good. Great. He really didn't want to think about this anymore then he had too. “She wants to see if you can stand.”

Yuuri gets up, before almost immediately falling back flat on his face. Victor grabs his arm and holds him up by the elbow. He wants to die. It hurts to stand on it, to put weight on it at all. The doctor and Victor go back and forth for a while before Victor nods and starts to pull Yuuri along, off the rink.

“A lot of ice.” He says. “And you have to wrap your ankle really hard. You should be fine in a week or two.”

“That's good.” When they get to solid ground, Victor almost carries him onto a bench and pulls off his skates for him, even on the uninjured leg. Now that he looks at it, it's pretty purple.

“It's okay.” Victor tells him, “I've had the same thing happen to me a few times.” Yuuri doesn't believe him but nods anyway. “I'll take care of you.” Yuuri's eyes go wide. He stares at Victor, for the first time in what seems like a long time.

“You don't have to.”

“It's not a problem.”

“You really don--”

“I insist.”

And Yuuri shuts up. Victor meets the doctor and she hands him a tight roll of bandages from her med-kit.  When he comes back his eyes are shining and Yuuri swallows. He kneels by his foot and starts binding the bandage around his ankle. He knows what he's doing, because less then a minute later he's tying a knot and Yuuri wiggles his toes.

“Better, right?” Yuuri nods. “Come on then, let's get you home.”

He apartment he's staying in is opposite Victor's. He doesn't know how this managed to happen, the entire building is rented out to other skaters, but he's right next to him. Yuri lives next door to him, though. The karmic balance works it's self out.  They bump into Yuri on the elevator.

“What the fuck did you do?” He asks when he sees Yuuri sagging off of Victor.

“Landed badly.” Yuri snorts.

“Of course you did.” And then, almost in contemplation, he asks, “On what?”

“Quad Lutz.” Victor tells him, and Yuuri can hear the admiration. It makes him melt a little.

“Whatever.” Yuri tosses his head back to get his hair out off his eyes. He puts headphones into his ears and leaves. “Bitch.” Yuuri thinks he imagined the last part but Victor laughs, so maybe he didn't.
Yuuri fishes out his key and Victor seats him on his couch gently.

“Keep it up.” Victor tells him when he puts pillow under his hurt foot.

“Okay.” He doesn't really know what else to say.

“Are you hungry?” Victor asks, and Yuuri shrugs before realizing. “I'll make you something then.” He smiles and goes to the open kitchen. Yuuri watches him. He's wonderful in every movement. Every action a complete, elegant arc. “You don't have a lot in your fridge.” He turns to look at him.

“I eat out a lot.”

“Mm. I'll go get something then.” He leaves the apartment and comes back with a frozen bag of what looks like dumplings, but it's hard to see past the frost. “Crunchy or soft?” He asks and Yuuri shrugs.

“However you like.”

It's a long process, Victor tell him what he's making half way through, pelmeni, it's like a dumpling, he says. You have to boil them first, apparently, before you do anything else with them, but when that's done he pulls out a frying pan and half a stick of butter goes into it. Then he fries them. Half way through, he goes to open the window.

It's a cold, grey, day. They eat on the couch, unceremoniously. It tastes great, Victor covered them in a lot of spices, like his mother used to make, he told him. Every single little dumpling is really greasy though, but apparently, it's supposed to be that way.

He imagines what Victor must have been like as a child. Much the same, he thinks. Perfect in every thing. His mom was lucky. When they finish eating Victor cleans the dishes. It's so domestic, Yuuri thinks. He likes it. This sort of thing makes him happy.

“Call me if you need anything else, alright?” He stands by the door. Yuuri nods, and Victor winks at him before he leaves. A little later, he can see Victor walking his dog outside. There are some children, and he smiles wide enough that Yuuri can see from all the way up here.

Of course he does.

…

A week later, Yuuri has molded into the couch.

Physically, his body has assimilated it into himself. He is now one with the couch. It was what he was missing all this time.

He's joking, of course, but in reality, he hasn't moved much. Victor had turned into something of a live in maid, and Yuuri couldn't be happier. Sure, when he gets back on the ice, he's going to regret sitting on a couch immobile, but now, this is, was, is the dream.

Victor is more then happy to do it, too. Yuuri wonders just what Victor must think off him, when he shows up every morning, and Yuuri is still in on the couch. He's getting his fat back, slowly but surely as well. It's stupid really, the amount of effort that goes into keeping the fat off and how little effort is required to gain it back.

Victor smiles at him, laughs when he says it.

“You look good either way.” He says. “Maybe you're even cuter like this.” Yuuri's brain short circuits.

“Victor--” He's flustered, red and confused. The compliments have gotten more and more blatant and unabashed.  Maybe it's because they're alone. No one is going to interrupt them. Well, except for Yuri, who hits the wall between their two apartment's when they get to loud.

“Mm.” Victor says in lieu of any actual answer and flops over onto the couch dramatically. Half of his body is on Yuuri, and the weight of it is breath taking. In a good way.

“Victor-” Victor, in turn rotates until he's lying on him, face to face and Yuuri tries to figure out how to disappear into the actual couch it's self.

“What's wrong?” He's smiling, because he knows. He knows exactly what he's doing. Victor saw Yuuri's room back in Japan. He say him emulating his routines. He talked to his friends, his family. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Victor, maybe-”

“Do you not want me here?” His smile gets even wider, somehow.

“No-”

“So you like this?”

“Victor-”

“Mm.” He stops torturing him, only slightly,  and settles. His head is on Yuuri's chest, his legs between Yuuri's legs. Yuuri has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around him. “I'm happy you're here.” He says.

“..What do you mean?” It takes Yuuri a bit of time to catch up.

“That you let me train you.” He says. “I really didn't know what I was going to do if you said no.”

“Oh.” Yuuri smiles little. “I wouldn't have.”

“I know.” Victor winks at him again. “I knoooow.”

“Stop.” Yuuri begs.

“Mm.  Can I ask you something?”

“I don't think I can say no right now.” He laughs. Victor's face is still too close to him.

“Why do you like me so much?”

“Because you're perfect.” Yuuri doesn't even think about the words, its more word association then anything else, but when he says it his hands fly to his mouth. “I'm sorry.” He whispers. He slams his eyes shut and leans his head back as far as he can.

“Don't be.” Victor's laughing. “It's a nice thing to hear.”

“I want to die.” He mumbles.

“Stop it.” Victor is still laughing. “It's not the most embarrassing thing someone's said to me.”

“I doubt it.”

“Someone wanted to have my children.”

“Oh god.” Yuuri can't help but laugh. He's being stupid. He's being stupid again, and he can't stop. He doesn't think Victor's actually interested in him in that way. He isn't even sure Victor likes men. It's dumb to think that he does, with the stigma of it in Russia. But Yuuko always said there was no such thing a 100% straight male figure skater. They didn't exist. She was smart, she knew these things.

“It was a whole thing, as well. She was there with her whole family, and let me tell you, the look on her mother's face. You had to see it.” Victor shifts and Yuuri feels something against his hip. No, no way. He's being delusional.

“Why did you pick me?” He asks out of the blue, because anything, anything is better then speculating.

“Do you know how long it took me to work that routine to completion?” The routine from the video. “A year. It took me a year, and you did it for your friend in a tiny ice rink on an off season while you were out of shape.” He shifts again. “That's why. You're pretty perfect yourself.”

“Ah.” Victor rolls his hips now, and oh, okay. Okay, yeah, this is happening. His own dick gets hald hard just thinking about it. “Thank you.”

“It's only true.” He says and rolls his hips again.

“Victor, this is happening, right?”

“What?” He asks, and grinds down. “What exactly?”

“Don't make me say it.” Because he can't. Not a chance.

“Mm, alright.” He laughs. “Yes. It's happening.”

“AH.” He says much louder now, and a wall thumps. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He's laughing again, and god, Yuuri could drown in that noise. He could drown in him.

“Did you- have you ever-”

“Been with a man before? Not completely, no. Have you?”

He thinks about that sweltering night in Hasetsu-Cho, before he left to train in Detroit all those years ago. Eating watermelon and running around on the beach with sparklers. Yuuko sitting on a huge beach towel and Takeshi splashing him from the water. All three of them sweating so hard their hair was wet. All of them end up on the towel. When they get home the next morning none of their parents are even slightly surprised.

“Yeah.” He says. It's a good memory.

“You should lead then.” Victor smiles.

Yuuri leans forward and kisses Victor on the lips. It's rushed, and their teeth clack, just a little, but it's good. It's so, so, so good. He sucks on Victor's lip, running it between his teeth.

“I've never kissed a man before.” He says when he pulls away.

“Was it good then?” Yuuri asks, because it's a point of concern.

“Perfect.” He leans in again. They kiss for a few minutes, rocking against each other slowly. It's a slow, but they warm each other. It's another cold day, all week has been miserable, even though it's already June. Victor's warmth against him is exactly what he wants. What he needs.

“How completely do you want to go?”

“As far as you do.”

Victor helps him out of the sweats he's wearing, and Yuuri undoes Victor's jeans. Both off their shorts are lying on the floor, and their kissing again. It's good. It's so good, complete, warm, safe. Perfect. Yuuri's wearing briefs, Victor's wearing boxer-briefs, both of their underwear is probably ruined. Stained, at the least, because Yuuri can feel him much closer now, wet.

Yuuri juts his hips up and Victor grabs at his shoulder.

“If you don't-”

“Oh?”

“Yuuri, I'm-”

“I know.” It's only fair to tease him back after everything. He rocks his hips up against him and Victor clings to him as he cums. Well, his underwear is definitely ruined now. He's beautiful even know, Yuuri realizes.

Of course he is.

“That's not fair.” His voice is raspy. Perfect in every instance.

“Isn't it?”

“After I've been so kind to you. I'm nursing you back to health! I cook for you!” He shifts his weight until he's sitting on Yuuri's hips now, straddling him. Gyrating, slowly. Yuuri must have been a saint in the past life to deserve this now.

“You do.” Yuuri smiles. Victor's hands rest on his chest, his palms settled directly above his nipples. Warmth builds up in him. He's getting closer and closer.

“So this is how you repay me?” Yuuri laughs.

“You weren't complaining.”

“So mean.” He settles his weight directly onto Yuuri's dick and starts rocking back and forth.

“Get revenge then.” He does.

Yuuri spills into his underwear a few seconds later. He lets out a low groan and Victor laughs. It's good. It's good even though it's getting wet and uncomfortable, and Yuuri worries about the safety of his couch.

“We should clean up.” Yuuri tells Victor.

“Mm.” He helps him up and they both meander into the shower.  The water is warm, and since Yuuri can't stand up for long, he gets on his knees. “Repenting already?”

He doesn't bother with an answer, and licks at the head. Why wait, really? He's been dreaming of this moment for the better half of his life. Victor is very appreciative. He doesn't really know how he's going to explain this to Yuri, because he's pretty sure the kid could hear them.

“You're very good at that.” He says when Yuuri stands back up again and wipes his mouth clean.

“Thanks.” Victor kisses him again.

Perfect.

…

He lands the quad lutz perfectly.

The entire room is filled with applause.

He sees Victor smile.

“There.” Victor says as they walk out of the rink. “I knew you could do it.”

“You mean you wanted me to do it.”

“Of course I did. You're my protege.” He laughs and throws an arm around Yuuri's shoulders.

There was a an agreement. They made it when the woke up after their shower three weeks ago. As soon as Yuuri was well enough to land the jump, they would have sex. For real, the whole way, penetrative action.

They didn't do much other then kiss since then, Yuuri doesn't know why, exactly, but Victor was beaming at him, and he couldn't be bothered enough to care right now. They get to their apartments, and go into Yuuri's.

“Tea?” He asks and Victor nods. As he works Victor sits on the couch.

“Where do you want to?”

“Where you do.”

“Couch then.”

“The bed's more comfortable.”

“Couch.” Victor says. There's a smile on his voice Yuuri can hear from across the room. “I'm happy.”

“Me too.” Yuuri tells him. “Thrilled actually.” He walks back and hands him the cup. Victor drinks half of it in one go. Is he nervous? Why would he be? “I kind of dreamed of doing this for ten years now.”

“No pressure.” Victor says. He drinks the rest of the tea. Yuuri sets his down and goes into the bathroom to grab the lube and condom. Condoms. Better safe then sorry, right? When he comes back Victor is practically vibrating.

“We don't have to do anything. If you don't want to.”

“What?”

“You're nervous, aren't you?”

“Am I?” Yuuri leans forward, until their faces are close again.

“Are you?” Victor swallows and laughs.

“No, no. Yuuri, I want to.” He kisses him. “I want to.” He kisses him again and again until Yuuri believes him. Yuuri grabs the lube is on the coffee table and shucks his clothes off. Victor starts taking his own clothes off as Yuuri pours it onto his fingers, and rubs them at his entrance. “Oh, I though-”

“Is that why you were nervous?” Yuuri hisses out in one steady stream as he pushes a finger in. “It's not that big of a deal, I can do you too, if you want.”

“Not-” Yuuri watches as he licks his lips and stares at the spot where Yuuri's fingers disappear into himself.

“Hey, we can work up to it.” There's a pause, a sigh, Yuuri isn't sure which one of them makes it, and then he has two fingers in him, spreading himself open as best he can. “Just watch, okay?” Victor nods, his eyes starring at him. He can feel himself blush. The heat crawling up his entire body. Good. It feels good. It's finally sunny outside. The window is still open.

The third finger goes in and he bothers too look for his prostate now. A curl in one direction, a curl in the other, and there! He lets out a gasp, and he watches Victor's eyes grow he laughs.

“You've never done this before have you?”

“I told you, I never went to completion.”

“Was it another skater?”

“Yeah. It wasn't like this, though.”

“Mm. Good or bad?”

“Good. Very good.” Yuuri can see Victor getting hard. Just by looking at him. Wow. His confidence is through the roof.  He rubs his prostate gently, till he's leaking.

“Here.” He hands him a condom and pushes in another finger. In out, in out, in out. He's not so stupid as to think Victor never slept with anyone. He followed the rumor mill as much as everyone who cared about skating did. He had a string of affairs, dancers or skaters. Beautiful women. But Victor was here with him.

That had to count for something right?

“Should I...?” He points at the bottle.

“Yeah. It's water-based.” He pours it over himself, and Yuuri shifts over until he's hovering above Victor's dick. “Sit up.” Victor does, and Yuuri sits down. It feels just as good as he imagined it would. Better, even. Victor looks thrilled, so Yuuri kisses him. He wraps his arms around Victor's neck and nods.

Victor angles his hips up, and Yuuri starts riding him.

“God, look at you.” Victor whispers. “Perfect.”

“You too.” Yuuri says and bounces up and down. It feels too good, and he doesn't know if it's the years of waiting, or if Victor's dick is magic, but he feels like he's going to cum in a minute. Victor looks just as out of it as Yuuri must. “Good?”

“So so good. My perfect boy.” He laughs into Yuuri's skin.

He spills over both of their chests.

Victor comes maybe ten seconds later.

Perfect.