Victor x Sick Yuri chapter 3Victor brushed back the strand of dark hair from Yuri's face, allowing the younger man to rest his head on his chest.
“My poor Yuri, you must feel terrible, your fever hasn't gone down at all.”Victor nuzzled Yuri gently as they waited for the doctor to return. The affection caused Yuri to smile.
“I-I don't feel too bad. I'm just a little warm right now.” Yuri replied, his fatigue showing in his voice.
“Are you sure, it doesn't look like you-”
“I'm fine.” Yuri lifted his head, turning away as he coughed harshly into his sleeve, he allowed a faint moan to escape him.
“Yuri-” Victor reached out, rubbing Yuri's back as the younger man attempted to catch his breath. “When we get back, I want you to rest, that doesn't sound good at all.” Before Yuri could reply, the door opened and a young woman stepped in wearing a white lab coat, she smiled warmly, carrying a chart.
“Did you find out what it is?”
Clothes - Drabble Ish
Viktor x Yuuri
"Yuuri, I'm going to go out for a bit to get us breakfast, okay?"
"You're going out in that?"
Viktor glanced down at the red and white running jacket that he loved to wear.
"This is enough, no? It's warm outside."
"Not warm enough for you to wear just that, wear something thicker!"
Viktor huffed, pouting at Yuuri.
"Viktor," Yuuri said, tone gently chastising.
"...Fine," Viktor replied, feigning stubbornness, but secretly glad that Yuuri fussed over him like a housewife.
Sliding out of his jacket and leaving it on the sofa beside Yuuri, he quickly throws his dark blue puffy parka on, waves at Yuuri with a promise of I'll be back in 20, and leaves the house. Yuuri sits scrolling through Instagram for a few more minutes, then gets up from the sofa, stretching with a groan. Reaching down to touch his toes, he notices Viktor's jacket, laying in a messy puddle of red and white material. Reaching over with the intention of shaking and fold
A Night To Remember
Viktor x Yuuri
I sighed softly, resting my chin in the palm of my hand. Scenes from the last banquet flashed in my mind:
Yuuri, red faced and clearly very drunk, staggering up to Yurio and demanding a dance off.
Yuuri, sliding out of his suit jacket and leaving it in a puddle of material on the floor.
Yuuri, seductively beckoning to Christophe Giacometti, of all people.
Yuuri, twisting his lithe, powerful body around the gleaming sliver pole.
Yuuri, stripping off his suit trousers and revealing slender, beautiful legs.
Yuuri, wearing nothing but his boxers, hands all over Christophe as they pole danced together.
Yuuri, muscles tense and, even with his smaller body frame, balanced Christophe on his back.
Yuuri, somehow, somewhere, sometime, putting his dress shirt back on (unbuttoned, of course), pleading, "Be my coachhh, Viktoorr," wide brown eyes sparkling as he--
Yep, that's my Yuuri's voice, smooth and silky, sounding so nice
Eros Victor x Yuri ValentineYuri shivered as he pulled open the door to the skating rink. He shook the snow off of his coat and proceeded to move closer to the ice.
Yuri glanced around the area but found no one. He re-read the text message.
Yuri, meet me at the rink tonight 7:00
We'll get in some more practice before the competition.
Yuri sighed heavily.
"Where are you Victor?" He whispered into the darkness. He glanced at the clock on his phone. 7:08. It wasn't like Victor to be late for practice. He sat down on the bench to wait.
The rink seemed like a whole new place after normal hours, Yuri enjoyed the calm atmosphere. His mind soon began to wander to the silver-haired man. A smile crept onto Yuri's face. The very thought of his coach made Yuri's heart skip a beat, The warmth that filled him when Victor's arms were around him, the sound of his steady heartbeat as Yuri's head rested on his chest. Yuri sighed contentedly.
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