[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Viktor's fingers slid gently along the hollow in Yuuri's back.

The skin under the fingers is firm and delicate, and with a little force, you can feel the elastic and elastic reaction of the young skin being squeezed, and you can faintly feel the joints hidden underneath.This is a young body exuding vigor and vitality, and behind it is a self-discipline that ordinary people can't imagine.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of a friend who was obsessed with fitness.

"The back muscles are the most difficult to train. Compared with them, the mermaid line is just a trivial thing," he said bitterly while drinking a glass of stinky protein and vegetable juice. "Not everyone has a body with unconserved quality. ’” he said, looking reproachfully at Victor, who sat across from him enjoying a beef burger for lunch.

Victor also knew many retired dancers, and only a handful of them were still in shape—few could resist the temptation of a cheesecake after a decade of repressed appetites, but Yuuri Somehow it did.It's not easy, knowing that even when Yuuri was learning to dance, he was the little guy hovering around the passing weight line.I don't know how many times, Victor watched him swallow the vegetable leaves for dinner, and the teardrops pattered down like a broken thread-because Minako-sensei found out that he weighed just a little bit more than the standard.

Victor chuckled.

"what--"

Yuuri grunts as he lays on the bed with his back to Viktor, the blankets loosely covering him, a large area of ​​his back exposed to the air, but it's not cold in the room, and the two of them just had a steamy " Movement", the flame has not been extinguished until now!Yuuri waved his hands wildly in Viktor's direction twice, as if he was disturbed by him - because half of his face was buried in the pillow, and it sounded muffled, not angry, but more coquettish.

"I just thought of a way," Victor said. The pleasure and satisfaction of sex relieved his tense nerves to a great extent. bubbling—he felt so relieved that he just wanted to float and say something. "It can save us from breaking the agreement."

"Hmm—" Yuuri let out a snort, sounding more interested in this matter than he had slept through, "Go ahead, please."

With such a cute voice, even when she says something full of sarcasm, it sounds like a kitten showing its paws.Victor tried to remind him, but his consciousness had drifted further afield.

"I heard things like this are popular," Viktor said, his fingers still drawing circles on Yuuri's back, as if enjoying the soft, silky contact with that delicate, tight skin, "two strangers… …meet regularly…then have a romantic dinner together, watch a movie, maybe talk about what happened today…then…you know…” He speaks very softly, as if coaxing a baby sika deer, “and then together Celebrate birthdays, Christmas, Easter, and maybe—just maybe! Anniversaries and Valentines—or maybe… find a day, drive out, and leave rules and treaties behind…”

"Victor," Yuuri said, his voice suddenly serious, "are you asking me to be your sex partner?" It sounded like he was figuring out a difficult problem.Victor also tried his best to put on a straight face and make a corresponding formal response.

"You could say that," he says, in a working tone, and the next second he's laughing, he leans in and hugs Yuuri from behind, "Oh please! You can't deny we're a good match."

"Yeah." Yuuri hummed perfunctorily, and Viktor bit his ear, continuing to try to convince him.

"We hit it off, and we have a ton of history, so there's no break-in period...I'm thinking we could see maybe three times a week, except for the weekends of course - I'm still your teacher after all, hope you have time to do your homework —and I'm thinking we'd better do it one-on-one, because you sure don't want to have physical health concerns... please..."

Yuuri let out a series of grunts that sounded like he was complaining about Victor disturbing his sleep, and he turned around, arms tucked under his head.

"Okay," Yuuri said, sounding amused, he seemed wide awake, "what if we meet someone one day?"

Victor froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his expression and showed a smile, "You mean if you have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend?" Even if it was just an invisible assumption, it made Victor feel as if the bottom of his heart Kicked, he tried to look nonchalant so that the joke he started wouldn't be funny anymore, and Yuuri nodded.

"That's right," he said. "What if?"

"Well, I don't want you to be dishonest with your other half," Viktor said, Yuuri's eyes sparkling and his heart trembled just by looking at Viktor quietly, "so if you meet someone... Then we're done automatically."

"Oh," Yuuri said, sounding absent-minded, "...okay."

"But I'm thinking," Victor said, feeling suddenly sleepy but continuing, "I'm thinking that the other side should have a vote before we're sure we've met the 'right guy. "

Yuuri blinked, "You mean, like the United Nations?" he asked, "There's a one-vote? If..." He took a deep breath, "If I don't think your match is good, I'll Can you pass her?" He said this quickly.Victor was silent for a while.

"Probably," Viktor said vaguely, actually thinking more about who Yuuri would meet than himself, he'd met enough people to be sure what he wanted, but Yuuri… …Then he thought, if he learned that someone else did to Yuuri what only Victor had done so far, if this person really existed and appeared in front of Victor, would he still be able to maintain his demeanor?Jealousy will swallow him madly. "Maybe we should have a meal together or something, to fully... check it out."

"Check it out," Yuuri repeated, those beautiful eyes closed, and he looked like he was falling asleep, "Okay..." He paused, "Then let's do that, sex Mate." He turned away, not knowing whether the subject made him uncomfortable or shy, and he ignored Victor.Viktor lay there for a while, staring at the back of the head with the jet-black hair, and the slender neck beneath it, and the graceful spine, and he had the urge to lean in and hug Yuuri from behind, but he just watched silently for a while, and finally He also turned over.

——the days are long, there is no need to push Yuuri too far outside his "comfort zone".

As long as he was willing to stay in Victor's life, nothing was more important than that.He thought so, and slowly closed his eyes, just when he felt that he was about to fall into a dream, suddenly there was another sound from Yuuri's end, a warm body approached, hugging Victor tightly from behind Yuuri pressed his face against Victor's back.

"Yuuri?" Viktor yelled, but Yuuri hummed impatiently in answer.

"Hmm." Yuuri said, his voice still muffled, his soft lips pressed against Victor's shoulder, feeling like touching flower petals, "...sleep."

Victor didn't wake up until the sun started to drift westward.

When he opened his eyes, Yuuri was still asleep, his hands under his head, curled up in Victor's arms, his face and nose flushed softly and cutely, his lips parted silly.If you get close, you can still hear him making small purring noises.

Victor couldn't help but kissed him on the lips.Is there anything sweeter than this in this world?Victor half propped up his body, and carefully looked at Yuuri in his arms—and finally tried to escape without baring his teeth... Somewhere in Victor's heart, until this moment, a big rock finally fell: the journey of this trip The ending was so much better than he thought, so much so that he couldn't believe it, for such a long time, he thought he would lose Yuuri, no, he had already lost Yuuri, and this trip was just a What he's lost is clearly stated - and now that Yuuri is here, beside him, in his arms, does this mean that even if there is only a small fragment, Yuuri is really starting to accept him again?If he's patient and brave enough this time, can he put back the little bits they lost?

The light in the room was much dimmer than when they slept.He tried to distinguish the current time, but due to the distortion of his work and rest, he had an illusion—he couldn't tell what time it was, and his mobile phone was lying on the bedside table, looking lifeless and dead.Though every part of his body longed to lie back, his consciousness was wide open.

Victor jumped out of bed and started dressing.There was something new breaking in his heart, the sound of expectation.He only hopes that one day, that little expectation will become a reality.

He put on his clothes lightly and left the room.The five o'clock setting sun poured through the window onto Lilia's plush rug, looking like a glass of orange juice had been spilled.Victor went downstairs, he was in a good mood, with a smile on his face that he didn't even notice.

He found Lilia in the living room, who was reading a novel in a rocking chair. Hearing his footsteps, she took off her half-moon reading glasses and put the book on her lap.

"I'm glad you're awake, Vitenka," she said. "If you sleep any longer you'll miss dinner."

"If you'd be kind enough to wake us up, no one would miss dinner," Victor pointed out, yawning, and sitting in a bulging velvet armchair, Lilia shook her head.

“I vaguely remember someone telling me he was an adult,” she said. “Adults don’t need to be stared at.”

"Hey—" Victor pretended to be pleasantly surprised, "You heard me!"

Lilia was amused by him, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed.The two of them sat quietly in the living room for a while, and she picked up the novel and turned a page.

"So you and that boy," she said, her eyes moving slowly across the pages, "what's the matter with you?"

"What's going on?" Victor asked lazily, sinking into the armchair with his hands on his stomach. "Isn't that obvious?—he's my boyfriend."

"I'd rather believe that he's your personal assistant than that he's your boyfriend, Vitenka," Lilia said quietly. "You can tell yourself anything, but you know that can't fool anyone."

"...it's complicated." Victor muttered, "it's... I'm... I just want... leave it alone, okay?" He paused for a while, Lilia just turned the page again, and he said He said to himself: "He is my boyfriend, he just--just maybe he hasn't realized it yet."

"That's right." Lilia said, "Okay then - in order to give you and your boyfriend an ideal dinner, I ordered Chinese takeaway, unfortunately they don't provide takeaway outside the city, so would you like Would you like to be a little darling and go get dinner back? The money and address are on the cabinet at the door, as well as the car keys."

"...Who doesn't want to be a little boy?" Victor said, getting up and walking towards the door, he stuffed the banknotes and address into his pocket, stared at the key chain with the rainbow pony hanging on it for a while, "Where are my car keys?"

"In the ashtray," Lilia's voice came from the living room, Victor looked around, and there was a... a toilet-shaped ashtray on the glove cabinet by the door, with some coins, pins, and own car keys.

"What a classy ashtray!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you," Lilia said, "Mira gave it to me—I think it's very beautiful." Victor chuckled inwardly, when Lilia leaned half out of the living room, "I suggest you don't open it ’” she said, “when your friends came over, they noticed something wrong with the tires—you should get it checked.”

"I can't believe they mistreated my car," Victor muttered, slipping the keys with my little ponies into his pocket.

He opened the door and went out.

Yuuri Katsuki opened his eyes and found that the room was completely dark.

He wrapped himself up tightly like a ball—the bed on Victor's side was empty, even the heat had dissipated.Well, this is a bit of a bummer.Yuuri thinks he's more attached to Viktor now than he's ever been at any other time, it's weird, you'd think a physical relationship would make someone feel safe, but it's the opposite - ever since he found out he can hug and kiss Viktor as he pleases Can't stop myself from doing that.

so annoying.Yuuri grumbles—he finds himself more squeamish than he's ever been—that there should be a law against people leaving after sex.When he was putting on his pants, he suddenly realized that this was not good.

Not only is it bad, it's just terrible.They haven't even formally discussed what their relationship is, and Yuuri is already letting his possessiveness run its course, and if they do start... having a "relationship" it will only make things worse.He'll be the most jealous boyfriend in the world, wait a minute - who's talking about a boyfriend?Yuuri's head was dizzy, seven or eight thoughts were spinning at the same time, and several psychiatrist-like voices advised him to calm down, but he just couldn't accept them.

He stuck his head out of his T-shirt and covered his hot face.

It took Yuuri a while before he left the room and went downstairs.Lilia was sitting in a rocking chair reading a love novel with a fancy cover, and there was a plate of biscuits and a glass of milk on the tea table.

"Good afternoon," she greeted when she heard Yuuri's footsteps, "Dinner is almost ready, biscuit? I hope you like raisins."

Yuuri looked at her—the greatest dancer in the world, sitting in a rocking chair, wearing a pair of plush slippers in the shape of a lion...he felt like he was living a dream again.

"It's cute, isn't it?" Lilia noticed his gaze and glanced at her own slippers, "I've had them for about ten years—I didn't dare to wear them until my dog ​​died, the little guy was very hostile. "

For a moment, Yuuri seemed to see the 80-year-old Victor in her, a childlike old man, wearing stupid Spock slippers, chasing "A Song of Ice and Fire" with relish—— The book must still be unfinished by then, absolutely.

Yuuri smiled.He got himself a biscuit—the raisin was soft, the biscuit was crunchy, and he wished Victor was here to enjoy it too.

"Where's Victor?"

"I went to pick up takeaway like a little boy." Lilia replied, "I may come back anytime." There were only a few pages left in her novel, and she read it very intently.Yuuri sat on the couch for a while, then decided to look around.He walked to the combination cabinet with many photos - he could see several photos of Victor from a long distance, and he had been itching for a long time.

This is the Viktor that Yuuri didn't remember, small, chubby, some with complicated braids - he doesn't look five years old, his smile is innocent and soft, Yuuri can't help feeling a little sore on the tip of his nose, He looked back and forth at a photo of Victor building a snowman in the snow several times, wondering how to ask Lilia to give him a negative-"In the digital age, people use scans" she might reply- —He reluctantly put the photo back in its original place.Then turned to another, much older photo, of a very valiant man in military uniform standing in front of a plane, looking unsmiling into the camera, and Yuuri recognized Yakov from the corner of his downturned mouth .There was a burst of joy in his heart, she obviously still remembered him, Victor's wish seemed easy to come true... His eyes drifted from one old photo to another, and finally landed on a color photo.Lilia and Yakov are standing side by side, smiling, and Yakov looks the same as Yuuri remembers.

Wait a moment.

Yuuri's eyes fell on Yakov's chest, and a vague feeling raced through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

Yakov wore a golden necklace around his neck. An oval-shaped pendant hung at the bottom of the chain. Many slender tentacles-shaped decorations protruded from all sides of the pendant. It looked like...

"That's an octopus." Lilia appeared behind him at some point, she had already finished reading the novel and seemed in a good mood, "It was given by one of his nephews—it seems to symbolize some kind of reproductive worship .”

As if a big lemon had been stuffed down his throat suddenly, Yuuri couldn't say a word, he could only swallow it desperately - his mouth was dry.

It was a long time before he realized what the voice in his head was.

It's Victor, sitting in the driver's seat of that jeep, the midday sun shining on the hood of the car, blinding the hood, what is he talking about?

"She will definitely like Jurachka... Yura's first impression is wild..."

No, not this...

"...you don't want Yuri to please the elderly, he gave Yakov a golden octopus necklace pendant for his birthday last year..."

Focus, last year.said a voice in his head.

"It's all about Yakov, okay?...they haven't seen each other since then, not even on the phone..."

Something's wrong, Yuuri thought.Part of him is falling apart, and the other part feels the long-lost humiliation—the humiliation of hearing Victor stammering "I'm going to college" in front of the claw machine in the shopping mall under the sunset—being fooled , to be designed, to be treated as an unequal little thing—the humiliation.

"This photo..." His lips trembled, and he turned to Lilia, "When was it..."

"Photos?" Lilia muttered. "Last fall, I think. What's up?"

"I just..." Yuuri said, "I thought... I thought you two hadn't been in touch for a long time..."

"It's true that we haven't contacted each other for a long time," Lilia said, "until last spring...what happened?"

Yuuri's whole body trembled like chaff, and the sound of a tsunami sounded in his mind.

"Victor...does he know?"

"Why doesn't he know?" Lilia asked, "He took the photo."

Victor drove the pink sports car on the road around the mountain.

With a sumptuous dinner on the passenger seat, he was in a great mood.

Yuuri should have woken up by the time he got home.He thought to himself, and then what?How should I greet him?If he walked over and kissed Yuuri on the cheek, would that scare him?

As he thought this way, a familiar jeep appeared in his field of vision, and rushed past him at an extremely fast speed, and drove down the mountain. In the gap between the two cars, Yuuri's figure appeared from the window flashed by.

A very bad premonition rose in Victor's heart, he turned the car around and chased after him.But the jeep was heavier and faster on the downhill road, and Victor stepped on the gas pedal hard, but still couldn't catch up.In a blink of an eye, the bridge has appeared at the end of sight.

"Yuuri!" he yelled, "Wait a minute! What happened—"

The accident happened in an instant.In just a blink of an eye, as if premeditated, the jeep had rushed onto the bridge, and then the driver slammed the steering wheel—maintaining the speed of the dive, the jeep crashed through the bridge railing and rushed towards the deep lake .

Victor watched helplessly as the car arced through the air, and then—as if in slow motion—it fell.

"No!!!!!!--"