The champion returns

Happy pride! These two are going to horny idiot jail 🌈

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VICTOR!

Sweep Me Off My Feet

“I think that’s a great idea, Victor.” Yuuri approved. “You can do something a little more chaste, more dance-wise than stripping and focus more on just the teasing aspect.”

Yuuri turned on his heels and looked at the mirror.

“Agape’s a lot less kinky and purer. Sex for the sake of love and procreation than Eros’ sexual love for the sake of bliss and pleasure. We can definitely work on that. How about for our next practice, you try to figure out what kind of images and movements you want to give the audience. Maybe do a little research on some performances and then we’ll tweak. But for now, walk.”

Yuuri turned the music up again and sauntered across the room.

“Create that image in your head, Victor. And walk.”

The Japanese man observed Victor’s walk and nodded in approval.

“You’re getting there. One more time. Just keep it up. Look at people like you’re looking at undeserving, hungry mortals. That’s right!”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at Yuuri’s last suggestion. “It’s hard to do when I’m in front of someone as amazing as you,” he quipped. “Undeserving hungry mortals, hmm? Says the sex god who has everyone eating out of his hands, wrapped around his little finger.”

Viktor’s movements were becoming more confident as he re-adjusted to wearing heels. It had been some time since he’d done it, and he forgot just how much it would end up putting a strain on the calves.

Eventually, he had to look up and note the time with some disappointment. “…Unfortunately, we’re going to have to start stretching out from our lesson soon, Yuuri,” he said apologetically. “I have another class coming in soon. But I hope we can have another lesson soon… I hope you’re looking forward to it as much as I am.”

“You’re doing it right, Victor! That’s good!” Yuuri applauded. “If you practice your walk a little more, you’ll get used to the heels immediately.”

Time flew by really fast when they were having fun. Yuuri hadn’t realized that it was almost time for Victor’s next lesson.

“Oh, of course. Of course.” he nodded, letting Victor stretch out and cool down.

He started to pack up everything into his red luggage trolley– his feathery fans, his own heels, towels and his water bottle. Today had been so much fun. He just wished it wasn’t just a few hours. What happened between them today was magical. They had shared a kiss and he came clean with his name.

After Victor finished his stretches, Yuuri shared a hug with the Russian, praising him for a job well done.

“So I’ll see you again next week?”Yuuri sadly said as they walked to the lobby. “I have a couple of shows. Friday and Saturday night. Nothing too grand but if you can make it on the Saturday night show, I can invite you over for a slumber party at my apartment?”

“A slumber party?” Viktor can’t help but chuckle. Such an innocent way to ask someone to spend the night at his house. Though he doubted Yuuri had any ulterior motives, that certainly didn’t mean Viktor didn’t wish he did.

“I’d love to, Yuuri. I may be a little late to the show, however. I have some exhibition Yakov talked me into that night… But I certainly am loving the idea of an excuse to get out of it, so thank you kindly for that,” he half teased. “I’ll take anything I can to get out of that headache. So… It’s a date?”

Viktor moved in a bit closer. He wished he wasn’t all sweaty and flushed and gross while trying to flirt with a man as unfairly attractive as Yuuri Katsuki – but he would take what he could get.

“Yes, a slumber party.” Yuuri chuckled. “I highly doubt that you know how adorable I am wearing a onesie.”

Yuuri and Victor shared a laugh, hand in hand. Yuuri had never asked anyone to stay the night in his apartment. He was excited to have Victor over.

“A date.” he agreed. “I’ll reserve you a seat up at the front and have kittens send you over to my dressing room after the show. I perform on the second half of the show so don’t be too late.”

Yuuri leaned in and kissed Victor’s lips quickly.

“I’d love to say sweet but you’re all sweat.” the burlesque dancer joked. “See you on Saturday.”

—

On the day of Yuuri’s performance, he dolled up in something very, very red. It was the month of hearts and Yuuri inverted his iconic black and red motif for something more passionate.

[See you in a bit! <33] he sent over to Victor.

[I’ll be there! Honestly, I’d rather be helping you get into costume than dancing with Petya Marikova, but at least she’s all business.]

Viktor’s exhibition had felt like it was dragging on and on. He honestly had wanted to cancel – and would have, if Yakov hadn’t specifically posted some of his lackeys (or, rather, Viktor’s fellow dancers) on lookout duty.

He finished his dance with Petya, who seemed entirely uninterested when Viktor immediately bolted after they had finished their set. If anything, she seemed in just as much a hurry to get out of there, and the two parted ways with polite nods as they entered into taxis headed in opposite directions.

Viktor was too excited to see Yuuri’s latest performance.

–

“Lovin’ the look, Yuuri,” Phichit praised, looking over his friend with a knowing look. “Getting dolled up for a certain someone?” He made kissy faces towards Yuuri, giggling madly. “You’ve got it bad, huh? Not that I blame you. Nikiforov’s gorg. You’re boning your idol. Livin’ the dream, Katsuki!”

Yuuri was dolled up in red. And not just any red. Russian Red. He was inspired by the lipstick he had bought online and decided to have a look that was more red than the seductive black underneath. He was careful to make sure that his makeup was impeccable. After all, everyone gets dazzled when the camera zooms in on his eyes.

He was just doing his mascara when his friend Phichit burst in and startled him enough to drop the mascara brush.

“Knocking is a thing, you know.“ Yuuri deadpanned playfully. “I could have gone blind had I poked myself in the eye.“

Yuuri hadn’t even put on blush when his cheeks became a bright pink color.

“Excuse you, I don’t ‘bone’ my idol.“ he coughed, redoing his mascara. “Maybe tonight, he’d bone me.“

There was silence in the room for a moment before Yuuri laughed. “Come on, it’s just a joke. He wouldn’t! He’s a gentleman and he doesn’t want to make me think that he’s just after what’s under my pants.”

I NEED THESE YOI FILE MERCH…Y’ALL JUST TAKE MY MONEY

Have some Victuuri doodles

I don't plan on watching FKBU, but I thought Daisuke's outfit would look good on Eros Yuuri!

ヴィクトル・ニキフォロフ生誕祭2019

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!!

14.02.2020

S N A F U, a military AU

“I-I s-see.” Yuuri nodded with a smile.

He looked at Victor tenderly before beckoning him over to his side. He leaned on Victor’s good arm, asking him to hold him close.

“I t-thought that I-I was…  n-never going to s-see you anymore.” he admitted.

He was ready to die when he walked up to that ship that was going to carry him away from Russia. He was dressed in white, the color of dishonor. Now that he had chosen a side, he might never see his parents anymore.

To him Yuuri felt so cold to the touch as he moved closer for the other. “You’re still chilled to the bone.” Viktor commented as he moved to sit upon the edge of the bed they’d given him. With his good arm Viktor reached for another blanket and draped it over Yuuri’s shoulders while pulling him closer. “You don’t have to worry about that any longer.”

@the-eros-experience

“W-What a-am I t-to do now?”

Yuuri’s breath was puffing out vapor. He was extremely cold and his lips were still a bluish color. He could hardly talk and all he wanted to do was to talk to Victor to generate heat in him.

“I-I-I c-can’t g-go b-back to Japan–”

Going back there would be suicide. Going back would mean getting arrested the moment he docked there and taken into custody for a death sentence in front of his family.

Holding Yuuri against himself Viktor placed his lips atop the crown of Yuuri’s head. “When the time comes we will cross that path… for now Yuuri focus on warming up.” He lifted his head and looked down. “The war still rages on. There is little time for worry now.”

Yuuri shakily nodded and smiled at Victor. He focused on warming up until he was back to acceptable body temperature.

---

Months passed by and Yuuri was glad that Victor had healed up pretty much completely. They were ready to end this war not with arms but with peaceful negotiations. Yuuri was awarded a high position in the Russian military for his noble sacrifice to save Russian soldiers.

“I can’t believe you just promoted me to captain, Victor. This was my position when I was in the Japanese army.

Sweep Me Off My Feet

“I think that’s a great idea, Victor.” Yuuri approved. “You can do something a little more chaste, more dance-wise than stripping and focus more on just the teasing aspect.”

Yuuri turned on his heels and looked at the mirror.

“Agape’s a lot less kinky and purer. Sex for the sake of love and procreation than Eros’ sexual love for the sake of bliss and pleasure. We can definitely work on that. How about for our next practice, you try to figure out what kind of images and movements you want to give the audience. Maybe do a little research on some performances and then we’ll tweak. But for now, walk.”

Yuuri turned the music up again and sauntered across the room.

“Create that image in your head, Victor. And walk.”

The Japanese man observed Victor’s walk and nodded in approval.

“You’re getting there. One more time. Just keep it up. Look at people like you’re looking at undeserving, hungry mortals. That’s right!”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at Yuuri’s last suggestion. “It’s hard to do when I’m in front of someone as amazing as you,” he quipped. “Undeserving hungry mortals, hmm? Says the sex god who has everyone eating out of his hands, wrapped around his little finger.”

Viktor’s movements were becoming more confident as he re-adjusted to wearing heels. It had been some time since he’d done it, and he forgot just how much it would end up putting a strain on the calves.

Eventually, he had to look up and note the time with some disappointment. “…Unfortunately, we’re going to have to start stretching out from our lesson soon, Yuuri,” he said apologetically. “I have another class coming in soon. But I hope we can have another lesson soon… I hope you’re looking forward to it as much as I am.”

“You’re doing it right, Victor! That’s good!” Yuuri applauded. “If you practice your walk a little more, you’ll get used to the heels immediately.”

Time flew by really fast when they were having fun. Yuuri hadn’t realized that it was almost time for Victor’s next lesson.

“Oh, of course. Of course.” he nodded, letting Victor stretch out and cool down.

He started to pack up everything into his red luggage trolley– his feathery fans, his own heels, towels and his water bottle. Today had been so much fun. He just wished it wasn’t just a few hours. What happened between them today was magical. They had shared a kiss and he came clean with his name.

After Victor finished his stretches, Yuuri shared a hug with the Russian, praising him for a job well done.

“So I’ll see you again next week?”Yuuri sadly said as they walked to the lobby. “I have a couple of shows. Friday and Saturday night. Nothing too grand but if you can make it on the Saturday night show, I can invite you over for a slumber party at my apartment?”

“A slumber party?” Viktor can’t help but chuckle. Such an innocent way to ask someone to spend the night at his house. Though he doubted Yuuri had any ulterior motives, that certainly didn’t mean Viktor didn’t wish he did.

“I’d love to, Yuuri. I may be a little late to the show, however. I have some exhibition Yakov talked me into that night… But I certainly am loving the idea of an excuse to get out of it, so thank you kindly for that,” he half teased. “I’ll take anything I can to get out of that headache. So… It’s a date?”

Viktor moved in a bit closer. He wished he wasn’t all sweaty and flushed and gross while trying to flirt with a man as unfairly attractive as Yuuri Katsuki – but he would take what he could get.

“Yes, a slumber party.” Yuuri chuckled. “I highly doubt that you know how adorable I am wearing a onesie.”

Yuuri and Victor shared a laugh, hand in hand. Yuuri had never asked anyone to stay the night in his apartment. He was excited to have Victor over.

“A date.” he agreed. “I’ll reserve you a seat up at the front and have kittens send you over to my dressing room after the show. I perform on the second half of the show so don’t be too late.”

Yuuri leaned in and kissed Victor’s lips quickly.

“I’d love to say sweet but you’re all sweat.” the burlesque dancer joked. “See you on Saturday.”

---

On the day of Yuuri’s performance, he dolled up in something very, very red. It was the month of hearts and Yuuri inverted his iconic black and red motif for something more passionate.

[See you in a bit! <33] he sent over to Victor.

Handle with Care

“Yes, coach!”

At the end of this all, Yuuri was exhausted and ready to plop down the bench. It was a spartan training session and he needed his ankles iced.

“I’m so tired!” he groaned, sloppily taking off his skates to relax his feet.

How on earth was he even going to compete if he couldn’t land a quad like he used to?

“Nationals are in two months. Do you think I can make it?”

“A doctor, quickly!”

“Clear the way!”

“Help the prince!”

Staff hurried to help Victor, draping the dragon prince in clean white cloth. When he was taken away, Victor was halted by those in charge of the infirmary to give them space to work. While waiting, Toshiya was running towards Victor’s direction.

“My son, where is he?”

Viktor was just about ready to command the guards to let him through when he heard someone running behind them. The sounds of panting and rushed footsteps draw near as Yuuri’s father rushed up to him. Turning to face him Viktor looked surprised and then he looked back passed the guards where they stood with crossed lances. “He’s been taken to the infirmary.”

“The infirmary!” Toshiya exclaimed, ricocheting into the castle in search of his son.

But as he got to the doors, he was locked out and no one else could come in until they were done. He glanced back with tear sodden eyes to see Victor standing just a few feet away.

“How did you get him back, son? How did you get my Yuuri back?”

Viktor lowered his head feeling unable to bring himself to look at the princes father. Honestly he wasn’t even sure what he had done would work. “I had heard an incantation once, under the light of an eclips, blood would run, two becoming one. Pierce the heart slay the beast. I was not sure what it meant and just acted on instinct.” He glanced towards the window near by. “Somehow slaying the dragon brought him back. However he was not unharmed.” Viktor crosses his arms over his chest and sighed. “My men hurled a volley of arrows, i was lucky to have protected him to the best I could but still some got through.”

“You saved him and that’s what matters.” Toshiya grinned. “Thank you.”

He wrapped Victor around his loving arms and bowed gratefully. After a while, Toshiya was summoned to attend to the rest of his family who had been quickly sent over upon knowing the news they had found the lost Katsuki.

Days after, Yuuri woke up in the early morning. He was very hungry and his injuries hadn’t mostly healed. He was covered in bandages but he managed to come out of his room searching for anyone to tell him where he was.

“Of course, Papa.” he reverently replied. “Know that they will witness your power and all those who betray you will be your strongest allies.”

Yuuri watched from the crevice of the door, looking at Victor’s cold, serious expression as Georgi pledged his unwavering loyalty. He quietly slid the door open and followed Georgi’s suit.

With both of them pledging to be Victor’s hands, they kiss the crest of the ring.

“If there’s anyone who knows how to rise up from ashes, it’s me.”

Of course he had half expected Yuuri to be listening in, how could he not? To not expect it would be blinding himself as Pakhan. However when the door slid open and Yuuri moved across the room to kneel before him as Georgi had been taking his hand from the other and placing a pledging kiss upon the signet ring on his hand Viktor almost arched a brow. However he had to keep himself level headed. “So be it then, we will remain here. Even as the Russian underworld falls, we will bring it back from the ashes anew and stronger than before.” He paused before taking his hand back only to kneel down and place a hand on both Georgi’s and Yuuri’s shoulder. “Now rise and watch as we over take two countries.”

“Yes, Papa.” Georgi replied, rising up to his feet.

Yuuri straightened his posture and looked up at Victor with a determined face. The fall of the Bratva was imminent but that also meant a new beginning.

A beginning that had not been easy through the years.

While Victor kept base here, Georgi was sent back to deal with the factions in Russia. He ordered a cleanup of loyalists and those who are vengeful.

“So, your Yakuza branch is growing.” Yuuri said, perching on Victor’s desk in his new office. “Georgi seems to be taking a while to get stuff done in Russia. Do you want me to come over there and show him how things should be done?”

Viktor glanced over the report from Russia as Yuuri perched himself on Viktors desk. Looking over the male Viktor shook his head. “I have a feeling they expect me to send someone. Georgi knows I am no fool. Slow as his pace may be if I make a move too soon I’ll lose and he knows that.”

“So are you doubting him?” Yuuri asked, sweeping the papers and the laptop away so that Victor places his attention in him alone. “Do you think that he might be actually behind the fall of the Bratva?”

Yuuri leaned down and transferred himself to straddle Victor on his lap instead.

“I can go check on him for you. Help get things done over there. You know I’m more than just arm candy, right?” he whined, grinding himself on the Russian’s lap.

Sweep Me Off My Feet

“I think that’s a great idea, Victor.” Yuuri approved. “You can do something a little more chaste, more dance-wise than stripping and focus more on just the teasing aspect.”

Yuuri turned on his heels and looked at the mirror.

“Agape’s a lot less kinky and purer. Sex for the sake of love and procreation than Eros’ sexual love for the sake of bliss and pleasure. We can definitely work on that. How about for our next practice, you try to figure out what kind of images and movements you want to give the audience. Maybe do a little research on some performances and then we’ll tweak. But for now, walk.”

Yuuri turned the music up again and sauntered across the room.

“Create that image in your head, Victor. And walk.”

The Japanese man observed Victor’s walk and nodded in approval.

“You’re getting there. One more time. Just keep it up. Look at people like you’re looking at undeserving, hungry mortals. That’s right!”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at Yuuri’s last suggestion. “It’s hard to do when I’m in front of someone as amazing as you,” he quipped. “Undeserving hungry mortals, hmm? Says the sex god who has everyone eating out of his hands, wrapped around his little finger.”

Viktor’s movements were becoming more confident as he re-adjusted to wearing heels. It had been some time since he’d done it, and he forgot just how much it would end up putting a strain on the calves.

Eventually, he had to look up and note the time with some disappointment. “…Unfortunately, we’re going to have to start stretching out from our lesson soon, Yuuri,” he said apologetically. “I have another class coming in soon. But I hope we can have another lesson soon… I hope you’re looking forward to it as much as I am.”

“You’re doing it right, Victor! That’s good!” Yuuri applauded. “If you practice your walk a little more, you’ll get used to the heels immediately.”

Time flew by really fast when they were having fun. Yuuri hadn’t realized that it was almost time for Victor’s next lesson.

“Oh, of course. Of course.” he nodded, letting Victor stretch out and cool down.

He started to pack up everything into his red luggage trolley-- his feathery fans, his own heels, towels and his water bottle. Today had been so much fun. He just wished it wasn’t just a few hours. What happened between them today was magical. They had shared a kiss and he came clean with his name.

After Victor finished his stretches, Yuuri shared a hug with the Russian, praising him for a job well done.

“So I’ll see you again next week?”Yuuri sadly said as they walked to the lobby. “I have a couple of shows. Friday and Saturday night. Nothing too grand but if you can make it on the Saturday night show, I can invite you over for a slumber party at my apartment?”