[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"What are you doing?!" With an angry yell, Yuuri felt the clothes on his back being grabbed - he was pulled aside by a force.He staggered to his feet and saw Viktor Nikiforov, soaked and muddy, standing in front of him through his blurred vision without glasses.For a moment he couldn't say anything, only uncontrollable tears fell down.

But the other party was obviously still immersed in a kind of great anger.Victor's facial features were almost distorted. He had never been so angry and disappointed in his 28 years.He repeated loudly to Yuuri who was crying, "What are you going to do? Ah?" He stepped forward and pushed his chest hard, "You want to die, don't you? You think I'm dead, and you have to die too no?"

Yuuri barely heard what he was saying.He couldn't react - all he could do was walk up to him slowly and touch his drenched arm.There was a warm body temperature under the shirt, and then he pinched his wrist again—the pulse under the skin was beating vigorously, but his tears became more violent. "Don't touch me!" Victor pushed him away, "I never knew you before, I didn't know Yuuri Katsuki was such a cowardly, selfish coward—" He really wanted to slap him—he I can't even imagine what will happen if I come one step later.His hand lands on his head and slaps it hard—it nearly knocks Yuuri to the ground, and he looks at him and says angrily, "Listen, how can you die for me? Even if one day I really die, you can't do such a thing! This is not the Katsuki Yuuri I know!"

But Yuuri just scratched his head and stood there looking at Victor without moving - he was woken up by a slap, but he still couldn't believe it was real, the huge psychological gap made him just want to see it Watching him so that he never leaves his sight.He looked at Victor's face, watched the extremely angry flush slowly fade away, slowly turned pale, and then his serious face seemed to collapse in an instant——

Viktor Nikiforov suddenly lowered his body, knelt on one knee, supported his knee with one hand, and naturally placed the other hand on his thigh.

"My young master." He lowered his head and said in a low voice, his voice was extremely solemn and painful.

"Please." Then his voice seemed to be crying, "Please don't do this again."

"Whether I'm still here or not, maybe one day I won't be here, I beg you to cherish your life."

"If you are gone, who am I going to protect as a retainer?"

"Please love yourself, don't do anything to hurt yourself, because you are so important to me—"

"There's nothing more important than you, because—" He looked up, blue eyes in red sockets looking straight at Yuuri without blinking.

"I like you."

Dangling snowflakes fell on his silver hair and in his eyes.With a serious posture that he had never been honest with Yuuri in 12 years—the formal posture of the young master and his retainers, he said the honorifics that had never been so formal, and for the first time in 12 years, he called Yuuri "Young Master" seriously.

Katsuki Yuuri's head was in a blank state of surprise from the moment he knelt down, but the words he said and the gestures he used made him feel extremely moved and uncomfortable—Victor who is aloof, the incomparable Victor who is always at ease, gave up everything His dignity begged him to love himself, for him—for an ordinary Yuuri Katsuki—and then his last words brought tears back to his eyes, as if a lead shot had hit him in the heart, and he felt Those emotions were impatiently demanding to come out and let him respond—

He helped him up in a panic, repeating his name incoherently, "Victor, Victor." He began to cry again, until the person standing up looked at him cautiously, as if afraid that he might refuse, and spoke again. Once: "Yuuri, I like you."

"I like you too (抱も、Viktorのことが好きだ)." Yuuri replied without waiting for the other party's voice to fall.Then he threw himself on him crazily and hugged his neck tightly, letting the hot tears splash all over the other's neck.

"Is it still cold?" Victor asked softly in the other's ear.

"No, it's not cold anymore." Yuuri felt his ears turn red again.After waiting about an hour on a relatively safe dirt slope, they confirmed that the earthquake did indeed appear to have stopped.Then they finally made it to the creek, filled their water bottles, ate the two compressed biscuits in their first aid kit together, and managed to start a fire with almost soaked matches next to a boulder - everywhere With snow-soaked branches, it was not easy to find some dry sticks.He was eager to get Viktor to dry his clothes at first, so they started to gather around this warm fire to keep warm as much as possible, until Yuuri found that Viktor's coat on him was also soaked from their warm embrace, and he started to sleep. trembling.So the other party hugged him from behind without saying anything, and they sat hugging like this—he really wanted to say that it would be difficult for the clothes to dry like this, but he was reluctant to push him away, and his legs gently Leaning on Victor's lap next to him.

"I fell into a puddle in the crevice," Victor explained, looking at the flickering flames, "I don't believe it's the deepest place—I must have fainted for a while, until I found myself lying on a shallow In the puddle. Then I started looking for a way to go up - it was not easy because I needed a slope that was not so vertical to climb up. It was a bit of a delay - I came back anyway. So," he said Here he said seriously, "My lord, you haven't promised me yet, you have to promise me that you won't do stupid things again—" "Got it, don't call me that again." Yuuri interrupted him with a mutter .He is also ashamed of his behavior, but not afraid.He thought of him as an ethereal, dreamlike bliss—the kind of intense, risk-it-all feeling of going to Victor that made him feel invincible then.

"Be obedient, Yuuri." Victor continued solemnly, "Don't you believe that I will come back alive anyway?" He hugged his waist hard, "You are here, how can I be willing to die?"

"Don't say that word again!" Yuuri interrupted angrily, he didn't want to think about that broken feeling again.He turned his head, kissed the other person's still wet face, and tugged at his ear with his hands - as if this would force him to obey.

Victor smiled at him, and looked up at the sky, which was no longer falling with snow.Then he said in a dreamy voice, "Is this true, Yuuri? You accepted my confession and said you liked me?"

For a moment, Yuuri also had the illusion that he was dreaming.He looked up at the sky with him.

It was still dark in the middle of the night, but there seemed to be a dark blue in the depths of the sky, and the clouds gradually appeared, and the stars slowly blinked at them.

"I've loved you for years," Yuuri whispered into his arms.Then he heard the other party murmur, "Yeah, I've always liked you for many years."

They looked at each other and smiled under the stars.For a moment, under the reflection of the fire, they seemed to see their own shadows in each other's eyes.Yuuri's heart surged with emotion—he finally saw himself in those blue eyes.So he leaned over, as if to see more clearly, but the other party also approached him——

It was a lingering and emotional kiss.Yuuri felt that it was different from the first time Victor kissed him, his first proactive kiss, and that drunk kiss. There was no sneaking, no guessing, no looking back—he just kissed him recklessly, in his mind Only the person in front of me was left.

As the kiss turns from tender to passionate, and things start to get out of control—they're both breathing heavily, and Victor's hand starts to move restlessly from Yuuri's waist—and they all seem to wake up suddenly Also let go of each other.

"You should be lucky," Victor said pantingly, looking at the other's swollen lips like his own, "You should be lucky that this is the wild—and our current terrible situation."

Yuuri blushed and responded vaguely.He was a little unconvinced and wanted to refute his condescending tone, but at the same time he felt ashamed that he had the urge to continue just now.So he relaxed his body again, leaned the back of his head on Victor's shoulder, and held the hands on his waist with both hands.

He's starting to worry about his parents and his sister - even a little bit about Chris, who's out of tune.But the current situation made him not want to think about that deeply.Here he is, lying openly in Victor's arms. Victor is not asleep, and he is not drunk. His hand—it was so dreamy, he still had the illusion that it wasn't real.

And, not only that, he can also talk to Victor about anything on his mind, and he can do anything he wants to him—anything, don’t be afraid that he will hate it, don’t worry about those secular taboos—he was suddenly ecstatic It felt as if a gate of heaven had opened to him.

So he sat up suddenly and broke free from Victor's arms.He moved so that he faced him.Then he looked deeply into those blue, beautiful eyes that were also looking at him, and began to reach out a hand to caress him.He put his hands in his soft silver hair, his fingers bounced gently, and moved as if combing, and then he touched his temples, ears, face—he hungrily in that handsome Rubbing on his face, there was a tenderness that he had never dared to radiate before.The other party let him touch his head and face, just stared at him with affectionate eyes, the eyes became deeper and hotter, which made Yuuri feel that his cheeks would be burned by his eyes Burned—then he saw the other grab his hand on his face, and a smile curled up on his lips.

"It's not fair," Yuuri heard Viktor say in a heartbeat, "It's my turn."

Yuuri closes his eyes, resignedly waiting for him to touch him—but he feels a kiss on his forehead.Then eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks. . .Then he was hugged by Victor again on the shoulders, small and continuous kisses fell on his ears, the corners of his lips - and then he was pressed down by Victor on the disposable raincoat under them.

"Victor!" Yuuri shouted anxiously, he didn't want the spark that was so easily extinguished to be rekindled, "I have a problem!"

"What's the problem?" The other put his arms around his head, his face hanging above him, smiling at him.

"You took my first kiss casually." Yuuri said a little angrily, "And my first kiss was also you covered your face with wine for some reason—"

Viktor blinks, trying not to laugh—Yuuri doesn't know they've had their first time, but he doesn't want to spoil it by telling him now.

"So?" Yuuri looked at the other person's unresponsive face, and really felt a little annoyed, "You preempted everything? What about me?"

"Your first kiss was my first kiss too, Yuuri darling." Victor smiled resignedly. "What I have is what you have. Besides, it's a stupid question." He buried his head in his neck, "You I have -

Everything about me is yours. "