[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

The author has something to say: I can't drive here, please imagine. .Harmony is too powerful. I will have to see if some words are framed in a while. I just remind a little that Victor didn't do a full set.

Victor Nikiforov stood on this cold little street, thinking that he must be crazy.

As a 28-year-old adult man, how can he be so unprincipled?He said in his heart, looking up at the two big red lanterns swaying in the night wind on both sides of the plaque, with "Song" written in hiragana on it.The plaque flickered in the dim moonlight. On the plaque with a white background and a pattern of cherry blossoms, "Floating Boat" was written wildly in black and bold with a brush.

Victor looked at the two drawn white paper doors, as if he wanted to see something from the black frame.However, he shook his head and began to look down at the stone steps in front of him.

Mingming personally wrote a love letter for him and pushed him to another road, why is he standing here within an hour?Well well, he wondered if Yuuri staggered like that, running up and down the road in the middle of the night blowing cold wind would trigger his asthma - which was true.He'll come and see, and if he's all right—perhaps having a good time, he'll go back.

He walked up the steps, looked around for a while, and then opened the paper door—the news of his marriage has almost become known to everyone for many reasons, and he didn't want to be seen coming to such a place the night before the wedding, What big news has been fermented.However, at this hour near midnight, the Kabuki Street in this small town was deserted, except for a drunken murmur or two from a tavern in the distance, and a few stray cats crawling around on the garbage cans.

"Welcome!" When Victor opened the door, a young dancing girl kneeling by the aisle bowed her head to him, but she still showed a surprised expression when she saw who was coming.

"I'm here to find someone." Victor nodded to her faintly, "Is Miss Wuyi there?"

"Yes, but—I'm sorry, Mr. Nikiforov," the young dancer bowed again, "Miss Dancing Dress has a guest, you can choose another one to accompany you. I'm really sorry!"

"I've said it before. I'm here to find someone." Victor repeated in a low voice. When he saw that the girl seemed to be startled and lowered her head to the floor to apologize to him, he finally raised his voice impatiently and said, " I'm here to find Master Katsuki, don't you know him? Is Katsuki Yuuri here?"

"Master Katsuki, he's in the Chidori Hall—but—" the dancer was kneeling on the floor, trying to dissuade this man, but it didn't help—the tall Russian man had already walked in in a blink of an eye. She had no choice but to stand up and slowly follow the curtain door at the end of the aisle.

Katsuki Yuuri didn't notice when Victor opened the paper door of Chidori Hall with Mount Fuji and white clouds painted on it.He was having a good time—both he and the kabuki named Mai had drunk too much. On the small tea table on the tatami were a plate of melon seeds, a wine pot and a wine glass, and there was a glass of spilled, transparent wine Drips down the smooth lacquer pan to the ground.A gorgeous woman with heavy make-up is playing the xylophone in the corner of the room, and the screen in the room is turned up - obviously it was originally horizontal, and two people - obviously Yuuri and Mai, holding hands in the room Dancing around the screen, they jumped from time to time to match the trembling tune of the xylophone, humming an incomprehensible rhythm in their mouths.

Victor stood in front of the door in a daze for a moment.He thinks he should go - Yuuri is fine, there's nothing else to do with him.But after watching Yuuri bouncing along to that annoying piano sound for a while, he couldn't help but walk over and pull him out of that damn dance - Yuuri was wearing trousers, but his upper body was stripped down to his shirt and buttons It was half opened, and the collar hung crookedly on his shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin with a slight blush.

"Vi, Victor?" Yuuri half-softened his body and held the arm of the person coming. His vision was blurred because he didn't have glasses and alcohol, but he still recognized the person in front of him.Then he closed his eyes tiredly, collapsed on the ground as if he had finally exhausted his strength, and immediately fell asleep.

"Stop." Victor took a deep breath and stood at Yuuri's feet, closing his eyes.Both the sound of the piano and the dance of the woman stopped suddenly, and the girl who played the piano hurriedly picked up the xylophone and ran out. "That, that—" the dancing woman covered her mouth and stammered, but was quickly interrupted by the man's question.

"Are you dating?" Victor looked at a corner of the room with his hands in his trouser pockets, his voice still very gentle.

"Wh-no, you should be Mr. Viktor Nikiforov?" The young woman in a red and yellow kimono returned to normal, "Since Master Yuuri is drunk, please send him back."

Victor raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to the dancer's face, "So you dumped him?"

"What are you talking about?" The kabuki's eyes widened so much that Viktor could even see her wearing purple mascara.Then she spent a full 5 minutes to make the man on the opposite side understand the ins and outs.

"—That's it, sir. He said he would come to me to play today." Wu Yi folded his hands in front of him and bowed, "He has been like this for a while, and he will come to me whenever he is unhappy Chat, but it's not what you think, sir. You know, sir, he likes to dance when he's drunk—" She looked at Yuuri, who was sleeping in a pile on the floor, "You know, when we were at school We just met, even though I came here later, we have always been friends. He just came to me to relieve his emotions," she bowed again, "Therefore, please don't tell Master Shengsheng."

"Of course I won't say it." Victor bent down and hugged the sleeping Yuuri horizontally, turned and walked out, and smiled politely at Mai, "Get me his glasses."

Victor stood in front of his house, and replaced the person he was holding with a wrist that was on his shoulder to relieve his sore wrist—he originally wanted to get a room in a hotel, but the unformed plan that had been stagnant in his heart interfered. he.He took out the key with his free hand, opened the door, and as he expected, saw his fiancée sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Don't ask." Victor waved at her wearily, resisting Yuuri and put him on the bed in the bedroom, pulling the covers over.Then he walked back to the living room, pulled the woman up from the sofa and pushed her towards the door, "Comrade Kapushkin, I'm sorry, please go back to the hotel." Victor stopped her from asking questions again, "I will give you explain."

His expression was very serious, an expression Anfisa had never seen before - she gave him a scared look, picked up her coat from the sofa, and walked out the door with three steps.After the sound of her footsteps disappeared, Victor went to the entrance and locked the door from the inside.Then he walked into the bedroom and glanced at Yuuri on the bed—the latter was fast asleep, his black bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, his long eyelashes quivering slightly.

Victor watched him in the dark for a while, then suddenly made up his mind and walked to the closet, opened the door and began to put things into a travel bag taken out of the drawer.

He was so quietly busy for a while, walking around the house on tiptoe to pack his things, and even went to the study to write a letter to Anfisa and put it on the coffee table in the living room, and put the pot he had been carefully The sage grass of care is pressed on one corner of the letter.When he was finally done with the fight—two overstuffed travel bags on the bedroom floor—he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.It was already two o'clock in the night.

I should probably take a nap on the couch.he thought.However, he looked at the big boy who was sleeping soundly on his bed—Yuuri turned over, let out a sleepy grunt, the quilt was rolled into his arms by him, and the shirt buttoned up by Victor was rolled up to his chest On the top, his waist was exposed, revealing the waist of the black sweatpants that had slid down, and a small section of white underwear.

There was silence in the air, except for the sound of even breathing on the bed.Victor walked over to the bed unconsciously, ignoring his own growing heartbeat.He thought about it quickly - based on his usual experience, as long as Yuuri drinks like this, he will never remember what happened after he passed out.So he sat on the edge of the bed first, and then lay down carefully next to Yuuri, facing the back of the dark head.Then he felt his arms wrap around Yuuri's waist uncontrollably, wrapping his arms around him gently from behind.The messy black hair tickled the tip of his nose, and a familiar smell of shampoo mixed with a slight smell of alcohol entered his nose, and he felt an impulse rushing out of his body, which slowly became clearer and clearer. getting stronger.

He took his hand on the sheet and started kissing his dark hair, from the top of his head to the back of his head, to the nape of his neck.He held back the surging emotion, didn't dare to push hard, and only dropped a string of tiny kisses on Yuuri's neck.The sleeper pursed his lips, as if he was about to murmur dissatisfaction, his eyelids trembled slightly, his ears and face were flushed with alcohol, and under the moonlight, his lips seemed to be painted with a layer of gloss. of clear light.Victor only felt his head pounding, he couldn't help but straighten up, pressed one of the boy's legs, and straightened his shoulder above.Yet the impulsive action made Yuuri's eyes pop open, and he stared dreamily at the man on top of him - their faces were barely an inch apart.Yuuri seemed to be still in a dream, because after seeing the face of the man in front of him, he actually smiled happily, "Great, it's Victor." He stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, muttering murmured, and closed his eyes again.He didn't notice that the person on him suddenly straightened up impulsively, threw his arms back on the bed, and began to undo his shirt, gasping softly.

It was still dark.Only a yellowish, hazy gleam could be seen on the distant horizon.

Katsuki Yuuri was gently shaken awake.He reluctantly sat up, closed his eyes and yawned, and even fumbled sideways with one hand—he was habitually looking for his glasses.Then he opened his eyes suddenly, looked around in horror, and saw Victor standing by the bed in only trousers.

"Victor! How did I come to your house - why are you barebacked!" he yelled subconsciously, but the man across the way just threw his socks on his head, while starting to put on his shirt himself, "Don't ask questions yet , we're short on time." Before Yuuri could react, he pushed the two travel bags to the side of the bed with his feet, beckoning him to take a look, "Let's go before they get up—I called the station phone, there is a train at 6am."

"What? Where are you going?" Yuuri hugged a sock in surprise, and looked puzzled at Victor who was stuffing a pack of tissues into his travel bag, "You—isn't today your wedding?"

"That's right. But I'm going to run away from marriage." The other party said lightly.He didn't stop, and he didn't even pay attention to Yuuri's surprised question, "Yes, I want you to accompany me to escape marriage. And—" he finally looked up, "Yuuri, it seems that we have only been busy lately Boring stuff." Then he straightened up, kilt his hips and gave Yuuri his usual, confident smile,

"What is your wish? We are going to fulfill your wish now."