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Yuuri and Phichit were just two college students in a studio apartment of New York. Just your average college kids with loans, homework and classes to attend, nothing out of the ordinary; Everything was pretty average. With their families so far away and not exactly rich, they also had job to pay for school. Yuuri was an an expert at the pole and Phichit was what you could call, the type to put on a show.

 

On the nightstand was a lamp which illuminated the whole apartment. It was 4:30 a.m. and Phichit was still throwing cash up in the air, “Phichit, stop throwing bills. You have class tomorrow morning.” Yuuri got up from the bed they shared and picked up the money on the floor.

 

“Fine.” Phichit took a look at the clock on the wall and helped Yuuri pick up the many dollars laying around. “How much did you make?”

 

“i haven't counted exactly how much.”

 

“How much do you think?”

 

Yuuri almost mumbled, “more than 700.”

 

“No one can resist that Katsudon.” Phichit got up and put the money on a bag Yuuri had passed him to count later.

 

“Stop that.” Yuuri smiled back and got into bed, “don't call me that outside of work and come to bed, you have class at 9.”

 

“I can't sleep.” Phichit put the money in his closet and still smiled looking at Yuuri in sheer joy, “the more we make, the faster we pay and get out of here. Everyday i go to the club I'm closer and closer to traveling around the world. Just imagine all the fun I- we could have.” Phichit finally got into bed and held Yuuri's had, “I want to take you with me too.”

 

Yuuri sighed, “goodnight.”

 

“I'm just saying.” the snuggled up with his best friend, “you're gonna need material when you become a famous author.”

 

“how about you try dreaming with your eyes closed.”

 

“Fine, goodnight.”

 


 

 

“fudge, i'm so sorry.” Yuuri jumped on Phichit as if in the biggest emergency in the world.

 

“Sorry for what?” he sat up and looked at the clock, “fuck.” Phichit ran from the bed to the bathroom at the speed of light.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“It's ok.” he said from the bathroom.

 

“Still. I said I'd wake you up and i didn't.” Yuuri laid back in bed.

 

Phichit ran out of the bathroom and into the closet they shared, “it's ok, don't beat yourself about it.”

 

“When will you be back?”

 

“Around 12.” Phichit put on the first thing he saw, picked up a bag next to the door and left.

 

Yuuri was left alone with his thoughts. This was his last year which meant that by the end of May he’d be graduated and expected to move on. He’d planned this out so long ago and now that he had was so close to that day he just didn't want to. He didn't feel like going back home or getting a desk job from 9 to 5. He sighed.

 

“Ok, let's make something.” he said to himself as he got up and made the bed followed by him spinning around to some music and making some eggs not too far from the bed. Just when he was done he realized, “those were the last eggs.” he had to go do some groceries.

 

He sighed and did as every non-morning person would, he sucked it up and behaved like a grown man. In a matter of minutes he had some sweats and his glasses on, he didn't have the time to even try and add some chapstick to his ‘ok enough’ lips.

 

He took the elevator down and walked out of the building only to have a huge creature jump on him all of a sudden, it was licking his face. “Aww you like me.” Yuuri tried to pet the poodle on top of him.

 

He heard a kind male voice say, “Makkachin, be nice. We don't just jump on cute guys.” Yuuri turned and fuck this guy was hot. Tall, nice eyes, flowy hair and almost looked like he was born with an instagram filter on him. He kind of even looked familiar.

 

The man looked down at Yuuri with somewhat embarrassment but not too much since Yuuri was enjoying it.

 

The adorable dog obeyed his owner and got off from Yuuri to go by the man’s side, “I'm sorry, he’s not usually like this.” he tried to help Yuuri get up.

 

Yuuri got up himself and smiled back, “it's ok, I love dogs.” he squatted to pet Makkachin, “i actually had a poodle just like this while growing up. He left us not too long ago.”

 

Makkachin wasn't a ruthless dog at all. If he jumped on someone there was a clear reason for it but why? Makkachin wouldn't do that to anyone. The man kept thinking and snapped out of it to ask, “What was his name?”

 

“Victor.”

 

He man gave a kind smile, “That's my name.”

 

“Really?” he looked up.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Mine is Yuuri.”

 

“That's my son's name.”

 

“Woah.” he awkwardly laughed, “you sure look young.”

 

“Yeah. I adopted him 5 years ago, He's 18.” Victor smiled back and just when he was about to keep it going Yuuri got up, “well I gotta go. See you around, i guess.” he turned and walked away, “bye Makkachin.”

 

What the actual fuck? That was the most awkward attempt to befriend someone. He didn't even ask for Yuuri’s phone number. fucking idiot. He waved goodbye, “Oh, y-yeah. See you around.” he watched Yuuri go and immediately regretted it. Victor squatted next to Makkachin and whispered, “yup, I'm an idiot. Better get used to going down this street.”

 

“Woof!”


“i know, no need to point out the obvious.” Victor rolled his eyes and kept walking.

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Nothing on TV. Netflix? Nope. How about- nope, he gave up. There was nothing on TV. Yuuri sighed and looked out the window of the small apartment. It was awfully pretty outside: birds singing, trees almost blooming, people passing and he almost thought of the good old days back in Japan when he snapped himself out of it and focused his mind somewhere else. He didn’t want to think about how much of a disappointment he was to his mother, not again. Not now.

 

Quickly someone else came into his head, that guy he’d met just hours ago with the dog. That guy named Victor. He wanted to actually meet this dude and see what’s up. He didn’t really believe in soul mates or fate but this all was too randomly perfect. That guy, Victor looked familiar. He could've sworn he’d seen that face somewhere before.

 

The door unlocked and yuuri looked back, “Phichit.”

 

“What?” he took off his shoes at the door and saw Yuuri's face of worry, “something happened when i was gone?”

 

“Kind of.” Yuuri had a wide smile across his face, “just a guy, nothing major.”

 

Phichit’s head turned followed by a smirk forming on his face, “What's his name?”

 

“Victor?” Yuuri was kinda not sure it was a good idea to tell Phichit. Not like Phichit would get jealous, more like stalk Viktor and make sure he was 99.9% compatible with Yuuri. Phichit might not look it but he would kill for his beloved Katsudon.

 

“Why are you asking me or telling me? Speak up man.” he jumped from his spot to the couch and opened up his laptop, “you got his number?”

 

Yuuri made his way to the couch, “No.”

 

“Ok then, do you have his Instagram?”

 

“No.”

 

“Anything?”

 

“His first name.” Yuuri blushed in embarrassment and almost laughed at himself for not asking.

 

Phichit looked back at Yuuri and all he could do was smile back,“come over here.” Yuuri sighed again and reluctantly sat on Phichit’s lap, “Yuuri, how did he look like?”

 

“He had a brown poodle called Makkachin, first name Viktor, platinum silver hair, light skin, seafoam blue-greenish eyes, slight accent and very good looking.”

 

“Oh shit.”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you for real.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Victor or do you mean Viktor?”

 

“What?”

 

Phichit took his phone and in a matter of 2 minutes he had a picture of the man Yuuri met that morning in the cover of the men’s Vogue magazine, “Viktor Nikiforov, 26 year old supermodel, actor, entertainer. Was it this guy?”

 

“y-yeah that’s him, he looked so normal this morning though.” he couldn't believe it.

 

“he has an 18 year old son, is single and loves his dog.”

 

“woah.”

 


 

 

Finally in his penthouse and something felt different: the windows were wide open, the curtains had been changed for white ones, the whole house was clean and the smell of something delicious invaded his nostrils. Makkachin and him went into the kitchen and found Yuratchka sitting while looking down at his phone.

 

The platinum haired man went ahead and kissed his son’s forehead, “thanks for finally visiting?”

 

Yura looked up at his father and kissed his cheek, “What do you mean finally? I moved in with the guys last week.”

 

Was he exaggerating? Of course. It’d only been a week and the man felt lonely already. He even had his best friend,Christophe , stay in one of the rooms upstairs. And, who wouldn’t be worried after letting their son move away with two guys he was probably doing more than just hanging out with. It wasn’t a big deal though, just slightly sad with two dots of betrayal. He was glad that his son could sustain himself, study and live on his own but it seemed like just yesterday when he brought that little 13 year old boy from Russia whose grandpa has entrusted him to take good care of.

 

Viktor wasn’t the only one just getting used to being away from his son; Yura loved Viktor as much as he loved him back. It was something along the lines of respect, gratitude, father and son love and also a little something called trust. Those two had no secrets to hide with each other. Viktor pulled a stool and sat next to the blonde. “how’s your new place?”

 

“good.” he kept scrolling down his Instagram feed.

 

“your roommates?” Viktor knew Yura had something for Otabek and Jean, he wanted answers. “Come on, i already know what you guys do.”

 

“there's Pirozhki in the oven.” the blonde replied totally ignoring the previous question while still looking down at his phone.

 

Viktor turned around and headed for the second floor of the penthouse, “fine, don’t tell me.” he smiled all the way to his room and only sat on the couch in his room to finally think.

 

He sighed, let Makkachin on his lap and thought deep to himself. As he spaced out, he remembered that guy on the street; that cute asian guy Makkachin had so much affection for. Dark hair, large blue rimmed glasses, his sweet way of petting a dog, that smile. Viktor laid back, “How am i gonna find this guy?”

 


 

 

Another day and another night Yuuri had trouble winging his eyeliner. He got up from the well lit mirror of lights in front of him and looked for Phichit. Some girls were there and even Guang Hong but only Phichit could do exactly what he wanted to make his already exotic eyes more enchanting.

 

Phichit came running down the hall and as soon as he saw Yuuri he held onto him tight, “you won't believe who's here.” Yuuri smiled and pushed Phichit away to let him talk, “my queen, Chris is here.” Phichit threw the fangirl squeals and jumped up and down as Yuuri tried calming him down.

 

Everyone made way and some even murmured, Chris had arrived. “There you are.” he pointed at Yuuri and Phichit almost pushed his friend to the two toned haired diva in front of him, “Yuuri, right?”

 

“Yes.” Yuuri saw the tall male get closer and whisper, “You. Me. One pole. It would be an honor.”

 

Yuuri’s eyes widened and Chris smiled. Yuuri couldn’t refuse, he would even make good cash with Chris by his side. “Y-yes.”

 


 

 

The music was somewhat loud and people only stared at him from a distance as if he was an exclusive exhibition at some high class museum. Thigh high lace, sexy suspenders that connected his socks to his lingerie suit and the sheer black robe that let out his shoulders; he was untouchable. Yuuri seated by the bar area with a glass of champagne in his hand, that was one of the drinks that loosened him up. By now everyone was aware of the show him and Chris were gonna pull. Men and women across the club started buying drinks and taking out their money in preparation to the show.

 

Phichit walked up to Yuuri who looked more than serious and sang along to the song playing, “somebody come get her, she’s dancing like a stripper.” Phichit kept singing and pulled Yuuri to stand while spilling some champagne of both. “Katsudon’s too serious tonight, what’s up?”

 

“It’s nothing.” Yuuri usually started out the nights a bit shy and by 2 a.m. the club was his. That was the unwritten rule everyone enjoyed seeing.

 

Phichit took his word and kept singing to the music while grinding on Yuuri, just having some fun. “Take it slow baby, we in no rush.”

 

Yuuri finally let go and moved to the music with Phichit, still graceful as always.

 


 

 

Showtime came and the spotlight was on Yuuri, he walked out and held the pole. He dropped when he heard the song say, “ I ain't got no type” he climbed on the pole when Chris finally came out, “Bad bitches is the only thing that I like.”

 

Yuuri let Chris do the shaking, he did the twirling. Soon the crowd formed and cash rained on both, “You ain't got no life (Nah). Cups with the ice and we do this every night” all cups were up up in the air and both dancers rubbed on each other just to make it all a bit sexier.

 

Both forgot about the plan and just let loose as the song kept going in the back, “I ain't check the price (I got it). I make my own money so I spend it how I like. I'm just living life. And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right.”


Phichit was not first row, but he was taking a video of the show. Chris just needed to have this on his phone. He knew this Japanese kid had an overwhelmingly erotic side to him familiar to his and perfect for someone else he knew.

 

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The day started out gloomy and somehow he liked it. The house was quiet and something told him that Chris wasn't gonna be up until noon. He rubbed his eyes one last time to shake off the sleep he had left. He looked by his side, the clock marked 7:58 a.m. waking up at almost 8 was considered late for him. He finally got up and carefully made it out of bed without disturbing Makkachin’s sleep.

 

He grabbed his phone, “a text from Chris? Why would he send me a message, we're literally under the same roof. He sleeps down the hall.” Viktor opened it and with the video was a quick attachment, “you should've been there.” Now with curiosity at its peak, he watched the video.

 

Someone stepping onto a stage. Not just anyone, it was that guy. “Yuuri?” Viktor couldn't believe his eyes and finished watching the video with more questions than before. He ran out of his room and into chris'. He barged in and threw himself on the still sleeping Chris, “Chris, wake up. you need to tell me everything you know about this person.”

 

Chris held onto his head and felt a headache coming his way, “Fuck, Viktor. Ne peut même pas dormir ici.”

 

“you'll sleep later, now tell who’s this?”

 

“qui?”

 

“This guy you were dancing with last night.”

 

“je te dirai plus tard.”

 

“But i need to know now. What's his name? Does he work there? What's his number-”

 

“arrête ça. il travaille-” Chris drifted back into sleep.

 

Viktor sighed, “I'll leave you alone if you tell me.”

 

“fine, je vais vous dire.”

 

“Yey.” Viktor laid next to the grumpy swiss with a wide heart shaped smile across his face, “tell me everything you know.”

 

“Je ne le connais pas personnellement-” Viktor interrupted, “English.”

 

“tu parle français.”

 

“Of course i know French, but i need the info in English.”

 

“Fuck you too.” Chris ran a hand through his two toned hair and took his phone, “can't even speak French without having a bitch-”

 

“Chris!”

 

“Ok, ok.” Chris went to his camera roll and showed Viktor more pictures and videos of Yuuri: ,Yuuri on the bar, dancing salsa with some shy guy in high heels, twerking on a girl that looked like she was having the time of her life, smoking hookah and making clouds with Phichit, showing off skills at the pole, trying to teach some girls Japanese,  and a lot more footage of Yuuri dancing to all kinds of songs on and off the pole. Chris was going to send these to Yuuri since he wasn't allowed to post anything. Not like Yuuri didn’t like cameras but his family had no idea that their innocent child was an exotic dancer.

 

Chris let Viktor take his phone and went to take a shower and change. By the time he was back, Viktor was on the last video and after watching it all, Viktor made the cutest, tear jerking puppy face ever.

 

Chris knew that face too well by now, “just giving you his number would be weird. You don't want him to think you're a stalker. I'll tell him about you though.”

 

“You will?” the man's eyes lit up.

 

“yes, now how about you make me some coffee.”

 

Viktor jumped out of Chris bed and headed for the kitchen, “on my way.”

 


 

 

5:30 p.m. and Yuuri walked out of the campus only now noticing he had received a text message from Chris this morning, he opened it.

 

Chris: my friend was snooping through my phone and found a couple of videos of you from last night, he was blown away by your moves and he wants to meet you.

 

Yuuri: like a fan?

 

Chris: he says you’ve met him before. If you don’t remember him he's a tall-ish guy, Russian, blue eyes, silver hair, single and sugar daddy material.

 

Yuuri: lol, name?

 

Chris: Viktor Nikiforov

 

Yuuri: I met him and Makkachin before. Sure, I’d love to meet up with him.

 

Chris walked back into the apartment from the terrace and took the wine glass from Yura's hand only to take a sip himself, “where's your father?” he sat next to Yura.

 

“Viktor? Probably in the-” Viktor walked down the stairs, “there he is.” Yura kept petting Makkachin next to him.

 

Viktor looked at Chris and sat on the sofa to wait for an answer, “so, Chris. Got anything yet?”

 

He sighed, “give me a sec.” Chris gave Yura his wine glass back and went to get another two glasses.

 

Yura looked at Viktor and knew this happiness didn't come out of nowhere, “who are you planning to fuck?”

 

Viktor went ahead and sat next to his son. Hugging the blonde he smiled some more, “why does it always have to be like that with you?”

 

“Ok, you're creeping me out.”

 

“Don't be, your daddy just found a cute Asian boy who could potentially live here and give you lots of little siblings.”

 

“Ok, you need help. Like. big time.” he slightly pushed Viktor away.

 

Viktor laughed and Chris finally came back with the wine. He gave one to Viktor and had the other one for himself. He sat by Viktor, “Yuuri said ‘sure' and that he met you before. Call and text him all you want.”

 

“Thank you Chris.” Viktor smiled to himself and wasted no time to text Yuuri.

 

Viktor: hey, it's Viktor.

 

Yuuri: so you're Chris’ friend?

 

Viktor: i am.

 

Yuuri: wanna meet up sometime?

 

Viktor: sure, when are you free?

 

Phichit turned around and looked at the nervous mess Yuuri had turned into, “he asked when.”

 

Yuuri hugged a hamster pillow, “i don't know.”

 

“How about tonight?”

 

“no no no no no.” Yuuri shifted positions and laid over the edge of the bed, “ are you crazy, i don't wanna sound like I'm desperate or something..i-just say tomorrow night- wait no, i have to work. Tell Him something-” Yuuri kept rambling. Phichit sighed.

 

Yuuri: sunday, sounds good?

 

Viktor: where are we meeting up?

 

Yuuri: how about you come pick me up at xxxx xxx xx x xx, xx. xxxxx.

 

Viktor: it's done then.

 

Phichit got up and found Yuuri biting a pillow, “come text your date and stop biting my pillow.”

 

Yuuri reluctantly got up from their bed and took his phone. Phichit went to wash some dishes.

 

Yuuri: yeah.

 

Viktor: should i take you out to dinner or something more simple?

 

Yuuri: i don't know, you decide.

 

Viktor: wanna go for ice cream?

 

Yuuri: now?

 

Viktor: if you want.

 

Yuuri: i mean, sure.

 

Viktor: I'll be picking you up in like 20 minutes.

 

Yuuri: see you then.

 

He jumped out of the couch and went to give Phichit some puppy eyes. Phichit was almost done doing dishes, “go to my closet and put on the ripped jeans with the rolled up hems and the pink jumper.”

 

“How about shoes?” Yuuri seriously owned nothing but sweatpants, costumes and sportswear.

 

“put on my converse or vans.”

 

“Thanks Phichit-kun.” Phichit kept doing dishes and only smiled at the cute Japanese swing Yuuri gave to his name.

 


 

 

It wasn't actually that cold, a sweater was just fine for the weather yet his hands froze as he waited outside when an Tesla pulled up in front of him. Out of it came a prince looking man with ripped jeans, white shirt and a brown trench coat. Both instantly noticed and looked at each others jeans.

 

“Ripped jeans.” Viktor said as he stood in front of Yuuri with a grin on his face. As the incredibly good actor he was, this little ‘I'm confident on a date’ act was an oscar winning performance.

 

Yuuri, on the other hand, couldn't hide his obvious nervousness. “Y-yeah. This is my roommate’s clothes.” what kind of idiot says that?

 

Viktor laughed a little to alleviate Yuuri's nervousness, “you do that too? i used to borrow my son’s accessories when he lived with me all the time.” he opened the door for Yuuri, “and here's a flower for you.” Viktor almost forgot the flower he got for Yuuri.

 

The smaller man smiled and took the flower. As he sat down he asked, “you don't live with your son?”

 

Viktor went and sat on the driver's seat, “as soon as he turned 18 in March, he moved in with his two friends.” he did the air quotes when he said “friends”. He put on his seatbelt and helped Yuuri with his, “we're close though, watch him text me at 8 or call me at 10 like i have a curfew or something.”

 

Maybe it was just Yuuri or something but he found it cute that father and son were so close. As thoughts came into mind and Yuuri stared imagining how much of a good parent Viktor was, he commented, “He cares for you a lot.” first date and he was already thinking babies with this man.

 

“He does.” Viktor started the car.

 

Before letting silence take over he attempted to add to the topic, “Just like Phichit, my roommate. He's the most overprotective person i know.”

 

“you guys work together?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“What days?”

 

“Mondays, Wednesdays, fridays and sometimes Saturday. In the other days the girls wear less clothes and I'm kind of fat for that.”

 

“don't say that, you looked really good last night, you still look amazing even without the lingerie. It was as if your body was creating the music when you danced. It's hard to explain but you're incredibly good.”

 

“Thanks.” Yuuri blushed and found himself stuck.

 

Viktor spoke again, “what kind of shows do you do?”

 

Kind of uncomfortable to talk about being an exotic dancer with a guy he was looking into being with but who knows, the topic might even bring a touch of sexiness to the date, even get laid at some point. “pole dancing, but some other days I put on a bit more of a burlesque show with some girls. I'm like the classy one everyone sees and no-one can touch.” Being sexy was his job for fucks sake, why was this so hard to say?

 

Viktor was just a tiny bit turned on by this but dismissed any inappropriate thought only to ask, “where do you work? I’d love to see you from up close.” after seeing Yuuri's nervous smile and hearing himself out loud he apologized, “sorry, that came out different from what i wanted it to- i mean you're beautiful and i just-well… you seem to be very good at what you do and i wanted to see from close how good of a dancer you-”

 

“I get what you were trying to say.” Yuuri laughed and took off his glasses to clean them off with a piece of cloth in his pocket, “even if you did mean it in a more naughty way-” he looked up at Viktor, “i do privates too and champagne room's only 600 for me.”

 

He could've sworn this wasn't the sweet guy he’d picked up like 12 minutes ago. It was like his glasses just changed his whole face from sexy to nerdy in .2 seconds. Yuuri put his glasses back on, “seriously, don't come to the club. I’m like a different person when i perform.”

 

“Well, that is the point. To create a fierce alter ego that reflects a whole different aspect of you. Getting to know that side of you would actually help in getting to know each other.”

 

“I’m still not telling.”

 


 

 

“What time is it?” Yuuri sat on the trunk of Viktor's car.

 

The older man looked at his phone, “about 1:30 a.m.”

 

“We should head back.” Yuuri got off the car and felt a hand take his.

 

Viktor looked at him in the eye, “We've barely gone anywhere.”

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes and recalled all the places the had gone that night, “we went to Chinatown.”

 

“we spend only like 2 hours there.” Viktor didn't quite let go of the younger man’s hand.

 

Yuuri guided Viktor to the driver's side of the car, “we went to Times Square-”

 

“You hate crowds.”

 

“I do. Then we got some ice cream from a place almost closing. And somehow we ended up in this parking lot.” Yuuri opened the door, “now it's almost 2 a.m. and even though I'm a night owl, you look like you went way past your bedtime.”

 

Viktor yawned and rubbed his eyes, “no i don't, i can stay up all night.”

 

“Save it for sunday. It was a nice date, I'm open for another one.” Yuuri closed the door and went to the passenger’s seat.

 

Seatbelts adjusted and Viktor spoke without thinking, “it’d be fun to go to more places with you.”

 

Yuuri blushed and turned to the man now looking at him in the eye, “what?”

 

Viktor leaned in closer to whisper and be heard, “have you ever been to Spain?”

 

Yuuri leaned in too, “i haven't.”

 

“Costa Rica?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Canada?”

 

“Besides Japan, I've never been anywhere else.”

 

“do you like the beach?”

 

“I mean sure, i grew up around it.”

 

“I was thinking Bahamas, Cuba, Puerto Rico- no, wait. D.R.” the man's eyes lit up. Yuuri smiled back at the childlike man and wondered if he was serious.

 

The rest of the night was Phichit having a talk with Yuuri about the importance of keeping one's phone on when going on a first date with a stranger. Even Viktor got home to a blonde teen on the couch with a look of ‘what time do you think it is?’ on his face. Even though both of them got the talk when they got back home, it was all worth it.

 

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He thanked god the weather was cold enough for him to wear a long coat and not boil to death. Not like he was gonna spend much time out of the Uber but still, summer nights in New York were hot.

 

As he looked through his bag his phone started ringing. He took it and pretended to make it as if he'd been sleeping all along, “Momma?”

 

“Oh, i'm so sorry. I thought you were awake.”

 

He yawned and nuzzled in his coat, “No, it's ok.”

 

“I was just calling to ask...umm...Yuuri, do you need any money? You haven't asked us for any and since school is so expensive we-”

 

“No don't worry mom.” He saw the car stop at its destination, “I can make it by with what i got… no don't worry...yes, I'm sure...bye, love you too.” He hung up and gave the driver a smile before heading out.

 

That smile faded as went in through the back and into the room designated for performers. His mom would be ashamed if she ever knew her son was some whore, at a strip club getting as much as 2k in one night. His family was economically strained as it was, he couldn't put the burden of going to college on them. He could get his shit together and get some grants here and there but right now tuition, books and bills weren't gonna pay themselves. The last thing he wanted was to owe anything, to be stuck. This whole thing was ironic.

 

He took a good look at the mirror and the lightbulbs around it. There was a glamorous side to doing this three days a week. He took off the coat and looked at the man before him. This was him, his life. His now. The alter ego with a short dress made up of little fake diamonds that caught the light of each bulb. This side of him didn't have a family in japan expecting anything from him. This person was not tied to anything and fuck did it feel good to not be that little struggling, Japanese nerd sometimes.

 

Phichit ran in and interrupted his daydream, “You're so fucking late-and hot.”

 

“Thanks.” Yuuri put on some high heels and some matte red lipstick. It went well with his already done makeup, “I tried.” He headed out and let Phichit guide the way towards the bar.

 

As if the world had stopped, everyone turned. Yuuri replied with a smile but today he didn't quite feel the vibe. He faked smiles all around and spaced out until he felt someone take his hand, “You really look amazing.”

 

He turned with the intent of kicking someone but a real smile of relief took over when he saw Viktor himself before his eyes, “You?”

 

“Sorry.” He took a seat next to him and smiled, “I was waiting for you.”

 

“I told you a not to come here.” He kept looking like the glamorous god he was and looked away to the crowd of girls looking back in awe from the other side of the club. “I have things to do.”

 

“What if i told you i just talked to your boss and asked him if it was ok for me to get a private room with you.”

 

“What in the actual fuck?”

 

“That didn't sound right, did it?”

 

“Last time I checked, I was a burlesque performer and pole dancer. So why am I getting pimped out?”

 

“I wanna spend time with you.”

Yuuri leaned in almost too close and red lips whispered, “I'm busy.” He walked away and felt his hand be held by Viktor. He turned, “You do know I can have you banned and kicked out for that?”

 

He didn't move his hand but kept a soft almost loose grip, “We've only gone on like 2 dates-”

 

“Only?”

 

“Please?”

 

“You just disrespected me and ignored when I clearly said I didn't want you here-”

 

“I’m sorry.” He did the puppy eyes.

 

“You're not.” He did the same.

 

“I want to talk to you, that's all.” The music was loud and he honestly didn't want to keep reading Viktor’s lips.

 

“Fine.” He took a firm grip on his hand and took him to an elevator. He let go of the platinum haired man’s hand and pressed the button marking the 4th floor.

 

The lights in the elevator made it easy for him to see the luster of Yuuri’s diamonds. He stared until the doors opened and he followed almost as if enchanted. Next thing he knew was that the lights dimmed and he was in a room with a large red sofa, a chandelier, bar area and white rug. Yuuri closed the door behind them and sat on the sofa ever so gracefully.

 

“um..uh...I..well..”

 

Even with the makeup on, Yuuri’s faint blush was visible. Being with a hot dude in a club was one thing, but in a VIP room was another.

 

He looked at Yuuri, “Can you please get comfortable, I feel like you're about to punch me.”

 

“Is that what you're here for? I mean, at some point that's what they all ask for-”

 

“Oh- no, I just- you look different.”

 

“Well-”

 

“No- nevermind.”

 

the miscommunication was tragic at this point, to which yuuri replied with, “What did you want to talk about?”

 

“Anything really.” He looked into Yuuri’s eyes to which Yuuri turned away, his eyes landing on the bar.

 

Yuuri turned back to viktor, “Champagne?”

 

“Sure.” he smiled yet again.

 

Yuuri sighed, “Anything in specific you want to talk about?” He took off the heels and went for the drinks.

 

“I wanted to meet this side of you. The wild, carefree, dancer that-”

 

“You wanted to see me as a hot bitch and not a nerd.”

 

“Don't word it like that.”

 

“It's true though.”

 

He took off the blazer and walked to the bar, “It's not.”

 

Yuuri gave him a glass of the sparkling drink, “You do know I'm not sleeping with you after this.”

 

“That was not my intention.”

 

“Good.” Yuuri looked back into his sea blue eyes. This guy was cute, he wouldn't mind topping this newly formed friendship with something naughty. Would it make things awkward, fuck yeah, but weren’t they already.

 

Viktor broke the silence, “Mind telling me a little about this alter ego of yours?”

 

Yuuri took another sip and sighed, “Which side do you want to hear? The glamour or the migraine after?”

 

He stared at Yuuri and could notice him come down from the high pedestal he had in that club, “Whatever you want to tell me, not like we don’t have all the time in the world.”

 

“We don’t. You pay for time with the stars of this place, I just so happen to be the most expensive one.”

 

Viktor went around the bar and sat next him. He almost whispered, “let’s not worry about that.”

 

This rich bitch. Yuuri leaned in just a little closer, “Have you ever been able to attract someone with your presence. Been able to pull and push people around with one gaze.” by now he was barely a few inches from Viktor’s lips.

 

“I’d like to know how.” He stayed put.

 

“Maybe I was born with it, who knows. All I know is that I come here to be a king for one night and go back home with what some make in a full month of work.”

 

Eyes locked on each other and the lights of the city reflecting in Yuuri’s eyes, “Call me an ambitious whore but I do what I do and I couldn't be happier for it.”

 

Viktor turned his head and now understood, Yuuri oozing sex before his eyes was meant to be some type of job description- some kind of answer to the famous “What do you do for a living?”

 

Yuuri laughed. Viktor was redder than a tomato at this point, “What’s so funny?”

 

“You’re so cute.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“You’re blushing- your whole face is red.” Yuuri ruffled his hair, “You’re not the sex symbol they make you be on the top cover of all those magazines.” He poked Viktor’s nose, “You’re a cutie.”

 

Viktor’s face was still bright red, “Are you making fun of me?”

 

“Take it as a compliment.” This guy was a really good actor but everyone has their breaking points. Yuuri just happened to be Viktor’s.

 

Just to get Viktor used to him he leaned on his lap, “I could be touring in Vegas or even get my shows on Amsterdam but the last thing I want is my family knowing about this whole stripper thing. They’d never understand.” He turned to Viktor under him, “How’s the family?”

 


 

 

He peeked at his watch, it marked 2:30. He looked back up at Yuuri, “The first time we met it was so awkward but now… You’re really outgoing when you’re here.”

 

Yuuri was more than half tipsy at this point and on top of Viktor, “We've been drinking for a solid 3 hours, it’s personal now.”

 

Viktor wasn’t drunk per se but he had been drinking a good amount too, “Is it?”

 

“Want me to dance for you?” Yuuri took the glass out of Viktor’s hand and looked at him in the eye.

 

He looked into Yuuri’s eyes, that sparkle could bring the dead back to life, “You’re just, so fun to watch- so beautiful to take places. I know we barely know each other but i wish we were more than just...”

 

Yuuri jumped off from his lap and almost bumped into some furniture on his way to the pole, “What song?”

 

“Um...”

 

“Don’t just stand there come sit here.” Yuuri pulled him in and back into a chair, “You got cash on you?” He undid the top button of Viktor’s shirt, “I only take 20’s, 50’s and 100’s.”

 

Viktor knew where he was going, reason why he had a stash of money on him, “Don’t worry about that.”

 

Yuuri ran off to the bar area again with a shot glass and bottle of absolut. He sat on Viktor, “Take one of these-” Viktor did as told.

 

“Fuck.”

 

“Another one, another one!” Viktor took another as Yuuri cheered.

 

“Yup, I’m fucking drunk.” Viktor laughed as Yuuri threw some controller which made the room fall darker than it already was and lights of all colors spin in the direction of the pole.

 

Take it or leave it

Baby take it or leave it

But I know you won't leave it

'Cause I know that you need it

 

Yuuri took off the dress and slowly slid down between Viktor’s legs. He was on the floor almost tranced by the music playing.

 

Look in the mirror

When I look in the mirror

Baby I see it clearer

Why you wanna be nearer

 

Yuuri smirked at Victor and walked in the direction of the pole while taken over by the rithm.

 

I'm not surprised

I sympathize

I can't deny

Your appetite

 

He jumped onto the pole in a layback spin, slowly melting down while still holding on. Right in front of Viktor who couldn’t take his eyes off even it he wanted to.

 

You got a fetish for my love

I push you out and you come right back

Don't see a point in blaming you

If I were you i'd do me too


The music, the money, the alcohol and the club was closing at 3 a.m. but who said the party had to be over?

Chapter Text

“What happened here? what did you do to him?”

 

“What?”

 

“Viktor?”

 

“Calm down.”

 

“You fucking bastard.”

 

The sound of glass shattering was heard after that followed by furniture being moved around the room.

 

Yuuri got up from that bed and did his best to walk up straight. Phichit saw him and immediately went in for a hug, “Omg I told you to warn me when you're alone with a customer.”

 

“What?” It all was still hazy to him.

 

He held Yuuri even tighter, “Are you ok? I was so worried something bad happened to you. After this, I'll probably get fired for barging in but I just couldn't- it’s so unlike you to spend a whole night here and-”

 

“Wow, wait.” Yuuri escaped the tight hug. He noticed the broken bottle on Phichit’s hand and what seemed to be Viktor peeking from behind the table in the bar, “I'm sure there's an explanation for this. Let's… let's sit.”

 

Viktor came out of his hiding spot and Yuuri was held back, “I'm not letting you anywhere near that guy, look at you. You’re a mess.”

 

Viktor took a step towards Yuuri, “I swear nothing happened between us last night.”

 

Yuuri took Phichit’s face and gave him a smile with whatever energy he had left, “let's talk this out. He's not that type of person.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“My head is killing me right now the last thing I need is yelling. Trust me, I know him.”

 


 

 

Yuuri and Phichit sat in one end of the sofa, Yuuri drinking water and Phichit ready to throw that glass in Viktor’s direction.

 

Viktor sat on the floor not only as a sign of peace but also because he had a better chance at finding shelter from the rain of glass.

 

Yuuri leaned on Phichit hoping to calm him down, “Viktor, could you tell him what happened last night.”

 

“Uh- right. Last night we were drinking and Yuuri got drunk. I had better judgment at the time even though I too was drunk. He gave me a lap dance, did some dancing on the pole and I told him to stop because the club was closing. He convinced me to drink a little more, he got hammered and he fell asleep on top of me. I found that there was a bed in here and I put him there to sleep, you even found me sleeping on the couch.”

 

“Why is he only in his underwear?”

 

“He wanted to dance like that.”

 

“For fuck’s sake-”

 

Yuuri held onto Phichit, “No, he's right. Trust me, this guy is a child of God.”

 

“Sure?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Yuuri yawned and got out of Phichit’s hold. He walked towards Viktor and looked at his watch, “It's like 5 a.m. my dude, let's get out of here.”

 

“How can you be so sure if you don't even remember what ha-”

 

Yuuri made Viktor stand and placed the man’s hand on his ass. Viktor started and snatched his hand off. Yuuri and Phichit saw the blush across his face.

 

Phichit got off the couch, “I have my eyes on you, white boy.” He walked out of the room, “Door stays open, I'll be right back.”

 

Viktor sighed in relief, “You saved my life.”

 

“I did.” he went back to the couch and drank his water, “While he comes back with your bill, tell me what really happened.”

 

“I'm sorry, what?”

 

“What did we do?”

 

“I wasn't lying when I said we didn't do anything. You danced, we talked and that was it.”

 

“No kissing, no touching, no fingering-”

 

“Why would I do that to you when you can't even tell if you like it or not? What do I get from having sex with you and you not remember it? I'm scared to even touch you, would I dare disrespect you like that?”

 

Yuuri leaned back, “You're really something. I don't know how aware you are of things but this “we” can't be.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“We can't be together. I'm sorry that's just how it is. We can be friends, buddies, pals, my favorite client if you want.”

 

“I guess we could start out with that.”

 

“Don't try to be smooth you're honestly the biggest softie I've ever met.”

 

“You really are loose when you're in this place.”

 

“The point is… Don't get attached, it was part of my job making you feel loved. Soon you’ll pay and it’ll all be over.”

 

“It doesn’t have to be.”

 

Phichit walked in with a pen and notepad in hand. He took a look at the room, wrote some things down and ripped the paper off, “we take credit, debit, visa, MasterCard-”

 

Viktor was handed the note and his eyebrows went to his hairline, he looked back at Yuuri who laughed and leaned on his shoulder. “I'm sorry.”

 

Viktor gave his card and looked back at Yuuri, “I'd drop 6k daily if it meant hanging out with you.”

 

Yuuri sighed and got up almost in a chuckle, “Get away from me, you're fucking crazy.” Yuuri went to put a robe on.

 

“You're real, unbelievable, beauty at it's finest.”

 

“My makeup’s melting off my face, I know that's a lie.” He tied a bow around his waist.

 

“I've seen you without it, it is really breathtaking.”

 

“I don't have to be nice to you anymore, you do know that?” He went over to the pole and picked up the money on the floor.

 

Viktor started, “Want me to help you out with that?”

 

“Go home.”

 

“How about I take you out for breakfast later.”

 

“Do you have a death wish? My friend was about to stab you like 10 minutes ago. Who even has a breakfast place open at 5 a.m. around here.”

 

“We could go to my place.”

 

“There is no “we”, remember?” He picked up the last bill and saw Viktor smiling in his direction. He looked like a child at a candy shop. Like he was seeing stars at plain morning sunlight, one could say it was too innocent for a grown ass man. Yuuri felt something but stopped himself from encouraging these types of endearing heart shaped smiles, “Really, give up. It's not gonna work on me. Besides, I’m drained. Even if I did want to go I'd probably fall asleep right away.”

 

“You can take a nap in my room, I wouldn’t mind.”

 

“Do you have any idea of how perverted you sound right now?”

 

“I want to invite you to my house and it's ok if you take a nap.” he didn’t quite get it.

 

“I’m not sleeping with you, I'm not one of those people.” He put the money in the robe’s pockets, “If you were looking for company I know a couple of girls that-”

 

“You don’t get it, do you?” Vikor’s cheek was squished by the couch. He was basically trying to find comfort in the backrest of the sofa with no luck. A cute yawn came out of his cute little dumb face, “I don’t want other people, I want you. Even if it's like you said and I end up hurt because I really believed a stripper would fall in love with a client.”

 

Yuuri didn’t know exactly what to say. He felt bad for this guy, he was adorable and all but- “I can’t love you. Not with this job, not with your fame, not here, not now, not-”

 

“You already said it yourself, it's all business, no attachments.”

 

“Right.”

 

“If it's your job and nothing more, how about you work for me?”

 

Yuuri looked back at this man in the eye. Those puppy eyes could make the worst of bitches melt, “I’m so sorry.”

 

“What are you afraid of? If it’s like you said, you don’t feel anything for me. I’m just offering you a better job if you think about it.”

 

“I don't.. well- I just-” Yuuri’s blush started showing through. Bright pink and crossed arms at his chest, “I-I can’t play with your feelings like that.”

 

Viktor smiled as that sweet side of Yuuri came through; that caring, Japanese boy who blushed at the thought of ever liking someone for real and not just as a part of a show, “How much do you make a night?”

 

Yuuri almost jumped on him, “Stop.”

 

Viktor gave him a genuine laugh and pulled him into a hug, “3k times the 3 days you work- 10k. Vacations and gifts not included.”

 

Yuuri, of course, thought about the money but again, he was blushing and it all was because now he was on top of Viktor on a couch, “Stop it.” He whined.

 

“It's very negotiable and I'm very flexible.”

 

“don't do anything then, we can still hang out just-”

 

Viktor gasped and cheered as he tightly hugged Yuuri, “Yeyyyy!”

 

“Let me go.”

 

Viktor did as told, his eyes glistening as he looked into Yuuri’s. “Would you please please please please please be my sugar baby?”

 

Yuuri got up and rolled his eye in an attempt to hide the fact that he was about to lose his shit, “I- I don’t know.”

 

Viktor got up, “I won’t pressure you, it’s your choice after all. But just so that your friend doesn’t still think I'm a “bastard” i could give you guys a ride back home.”

 


 

 

Plain shirt, some jeans, and a baseball cap. Him a Phichit headed out of the building through the back and into the private parking of the club. A platinum haired man waited outside of a Maserati which took them home. Phichit tried to be salty but he had to admit that the interior of that car was sexy.

 


 

 

Finally home and ready to hit the sack, they let go of their bags and went straight to bed. Phichit noticed Yuuri’s eyes still open and cuddled up with his best friend, “You like him?” Yuuri didn’t say anything. Phichit didn’t push it much.

 

“Can we just sleep before you start getting preachy.”

 

“I love you bro, can't let you thot around and not care.”

 

“I already know what you're about to say.”

 

“What am I about to say?”

 

“You’re about to tell me to be careful with that guy and then I'll tell you how confused I am and then you’ll tell me to think and I won't be able to think because he’s everything on my mind right now.” Yuuri closed his eyes took a deep breath, “It’s everything I've ever wanted, right at the palm of my hand. Travel the world, explore, no ties to anything-”

 

“It would also mean paparazzi following you around and you blowing up as a performer.”

 

“I don’t even know if that’s a good idea.”

 

“But it is everything you’ve ever wanted. Remember when you told me to dream with my eyes closed, how about you open yours and sit down with what’s in front of you.” He yawned, “Sleep though, you’re half dead right now.”

Chapter Text

“Mom.” she looked at Hiroko who seemed to have been startled by the sudden appearance of her daughter in the room, “What are you doing?”

 

Hiroko put away what she had in her hand inside a drawer and got up from the bed, “O-oh, nothing… I was just-uhh... Fixing things.”

 

“Fixing things, huh? That looked like you saving money to send to Yuuri.”

 

“Your brother has always wanted this and I don’t want him to struggle so far away.”

 

“Well he was the one who wanted to go to college in the U.S. he’s the one with the dreams and aspirations, he’s the one that should work for it.”

 

“Mari, he’s my baby. I can’t sleep at night knowing my son is working two jobs and going to school and all in a completely different country.”

 

Mari took a seat next to her mother, “He really is the baby of the house, we all love him but you can’t be sending every extra coin you earn with your hard work on him. At some point, you’re gonna have to retire, mom.”

 

“But I know he really needs-”

 

“If he really needed anything he would’ve asked for it long ago. Let him struggle, earn what he works hard for, appreciate every cent and be responsible enough to not depend on anybody. That’s what you taught him, let him grow up by it.”

 

Hiroko took a deep breath and nodded. She got up, “right, he’s just grown up so fast.” she sighed, “I’ll go wrap up for the night.”

 

Mari saw her walk out and she herself got up. she got a text message by Yuko and since it was urgent she walked outside to call her, “Hello, What is it?”

 

“Umm- I think I should tell you this in person.” The woman said from the other side of the line.

 

“Is it the girls? Are you in trouble? What is it?”

 

“Are you on speaker?”

 

“I’m outside, it’s just me. What’s wrong?”

 

“I don’t know if this is appropriate to say over the phone.”

 

“Just say it.”


“Well, the girls were using the computer and they came to me saying Yuuri had a boyfriend. I didn’t think it was real until I saw it with my own eyes- they...Yuuri was walking out of a club with a celebrity and the article said Yuuri’s a stripper at this club.”

 

“Wait what?” She was not disappointed just caught off-guard.

 

“I- omg I should’ve called Yuuri first- I- I thought of calling you because you’re his sister and you’re closer to-”

 

“It’s ok Yuko, I'll call him. Thanks for telling me. Could you send me the link to the website?”

 


 

 

“Look at the guy he was with, look at the hold of that hand. Viktor waited hours too-”

 

“We keep seeing him with the same person all over new york, he does hide from the cameras well but love might be in the air for those two. I mean, when was the last time we saw Viktor going out with someone?”

 

“Viktor might have the tea this week but will he be willing to spill it is the question. we’ll be right back after the break with more tea.”

 

He turned off the TV and turned to the dog, “stay.” Yura had a bag of treats in his hand as he was teaching Makkachin a trick when these “news” came on. He was quick to search more online.

 

The front door opened and Maka turned his head. Viktor got on his knees, “Makkachin.” The dog turned his head. Viktor gasped and opened his arms for the loving dog to come and lick his face. “Aww, you missed me. I missed you too.”

 

Yura took a seat and crossed his arms over the chest, “Where were you last night?” Viktor got up and gave his Yura a soft look and smile. Yura sighed knowing he was gonna have a headache after this. He took out his phone to show Viktor the picture of what seemed to be Viktor in a nightclub with a “dancer” by the hand.

 

Viktor saw the picture, raised an eyebrow and turned around headed for his room, “What did they say?” It was as if this picture had made some kind of worry spark up in Viktor. He knew Yuuri didn’t want to be in the spotlight, these type of rumors was shy Yuuri wanted nothing to do with him.

 

Yura followed him while reading the article, “We caught Viktor Nikiforov at a club in Soho having fun with one of the main guys in the place. Little is known about the man by Viktor's hand but he is known as “The Katsu Prince.” The dancer’s identity is kept anonymous by the establishment but Viktor waited for hours for his Prince. In a matter of minutes, Viktor was seen leaving the bar with the Prince’s hand and spotted next morning with him too. Scroll down for more pictures.”

 

He opened the door to his room, “Did they see his face?” He prayed they hadn’t.

 

“See him? By the end of this fucking article, I already know him.”

 

He fucked up, “Really?.” Worry visible on his face. “Was he really that HD, like, could you tell who he is?”

 

Yura looked at him in the eye, “You and your shit, you saw the pictures. How convenient, this guy suddenly into you and all sounds fishy.”

 

“He’s the most beautiful, smart, confident, adorable, sincere and amazing person I've ever met, I doubt that was the case.”

 

Yura kept his arms crossed and frown, “You really would put your dick inside anything pretty with a skirt, cause that’s all I'm hearing.”

 

Viktor sighed, “He’s not like that, I swear. He’s like ... a dream. Black hair, blue glasses, beautifully big eyes, that blush that comes out when I ask him something and he’s just so pretty. I love him, could you respect that?”

 

That faint pink on his cheeks and that shine of hopelessness on Viktor’s eyes were enough for Yura to get who this Yuuri was, “So this thot seduced you well.”

 

Viktor reminded him, “His name is Yuuri, you know nothing about him, watch your tone when speaking about him.”

 

Yura sighed and sat in a chair behind him to take this in, “He’s a stripper?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Naked, cash raining, drinking, party, lap dances...”

 

“Affirmative.”

 

“Sorry to burst your bubble and it hurts me to have to knock your innocent mind down from cloud 9 but it looks like he wants nothing but the 5 minutes of fame he’s getting.”

 

“I actually asked him to be my sugar baby and by the looks of it, that's the last thing he wants. He's on the low, his family has no idea he's moonlighting as a stripper. He doesn't want this kind of exposition and no, you can't stop me from blowing up his phone until he forgives me for ruining his life.”

 

Yura got up and squinted in a face of confusion, “Why are you doing this?”

 

“Ok, I've had enough.” Viktor left the teen hanging and went to take a shower.

 

Yura yelled at the bathroom door, “Really? Are you serious?” he got no answer from Viktor, “fine.” he exited the room, “This is what I get for trying to open your eyes.”

 

He walked out of the building and into his car, he was more than pissed. Not only had he been ignored, Viktor actually wanted to have a person like that in his life. Was Viktor really that lonely?

 


 

 

“I mean, you only know this person’s occupation and first name. If Viktor speaks so fondly of him, don't you think you should at least look at this person in the eye first.” Otabek took a sip of his drink as Yura gave him a death glare, “What?”

 

“You seriously think this stripper wants something serious with Viktor? Dumb, hot, rich guy willing to spend it all with a cute Asian boy. Add to the equation, this Asian boy is a stripper, whose job is to seduce men, get money and repeat. Three words, Beka. gold digging material.”

 

“Ok, but have you met this Yuuri?”

 

“Do I have to?.” He sat back on the chair outside of one of the cafes and ran his hands through his hair, “I can’t just watch him get hurt by some random guy and sit back.”

 

Otabek leaned in to look at Yura in the eye, “You care about him, that’s only natural, he did take care of you ever since you were 10 back in Russia but it’s his life. Didn't he say it himself, he wants to play whatever game this Yuuri is playing with him. If it does turn out to be just for money, Viktor breaks up, sad for like a week and everything goes back to normal.” Yura looked away to avoid looking at him in the face. Beka took his hand, “He’s a grown man, you’re his grown kid; if this is a mistake, let him learn from it.”

 

“I really don’t know anymore- I just. I shouldn’t have moved out. He must be doing this out of loneliness or something. I doubt this “Yuuri” has the beauty of a million sun rises but…” he sighed, “he better be a god if I'm gonna let Viktor give him the world no questions asked.”

 

Otabek noticed Yura’s tone be a much gloomier than when this conversation started so he took and kissed his hand, “sit down and talk to him. Get to know this person for sure before you jump to conclude-”

 

Yuri's frown interrupted Otabek, he turned in whatever direction Yura was looking. Yura got up from his seat, “Wait.” he pulled out his phone and compared the close-up picture of Yuuri to that person from a far. The blue glasses and black hair gave it away. Could it really be? In his own campus?

 

“That's the guy.” Yura walked forward and was held back by Otabek.

 

“You’re not making a scene.”

 

Yura shook him off, “I’m not a kid. I’m talking to this guy.” Beka let go and followed Yura all the way to the bench where this guy was sitting, “Hey.”

 

Yuuri looked up, “Yes?” He was nowhere near the mood for any type of confrontation. He was only there because he needed air from all this.

 

Yura tried seeing what was so cute about this guy but he honestly didn’t catch on, “Are you Yuuri?”

 

“That’s my name.”

 

“I’m Yuratchka Plisetsky.”

 

Yuuri remembered this kid from a picture somewhere and connected the dots, “Viktor’s son?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

his voice was still a bit raw and he proceeded to say the first dumb shit that came to his mind, “Can I help you?” That came out rude, Yuuri was really not in the mood for people.

 

“I just wanted to meet you, say hi- you know, since you and him are so close.”

 

He felt the venom in those words, “I think this is some kind of misunderstanding.”

 

“Is it?”

 

Yuuri got up and took his problems somewhere else, “I’ll just, walk away.” He did as he said and left. He was in no mood for more drama.

 


 

 

Home sweet home and Yuuri went straight to bed. It was safe here with air conditioning and closed windows. He flopped in bed and just laid there. “Is katsuki alive?”

 

Yuuri mumbled all the way from the bed, “I doubt it.”

 

Phichit sat in bed next to Yuuri and took off his shoes, “No shoes inside the house.” He didn’t reply, Phichit laid beside him and played with Yuuri’s hair. “You shouldn't beat yourself too hard for it. Your sister said she’d keep the secret for you.”

 

His voice was muffled by the pillow, “With the condition that I tell mom myself.”

 

Phichit hugged his friend, “I’m so sorry.”

 

Yuuri nodded and immediately held Phichit tight, silence filled up the room until a sniff came from Yuuri. Phichit gave him space and Yuuri dried that one tear coming out of his eye, “Now I have to face my mom and tell her that I'm not the sweet child she raised. I have to look at her in the eye and tell her I'm not her innocent baby. I lied to her, I made her worry, I know she can't sleep just thinking about me. She thinks I have two jobs to pay for textbooks, tuition, room and board, never in her life would she believe I'm a stripper. She’ll be heartbroken when I look at her and say that I've been getting naked three times a week for money.” More tears found their way out as Phichit let his friend rest his head on his lap.

 

Phichit looked over to Yuuri’s phone and saw the many missed calls from Viktor. Yuuri noticed Phichit look at the lock screen, “Don’t even think about it. The last thing I want is anything to do with him anymore, I don’t want to meet him, I don’t want cameras, I don’t want any of this.”

 

“But maybe he-”

 

“No, I’m not gonna talk to him and let him confuse me more than I already am. I just- I need to think.”

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Morning and Yuuri was up at 7 a.m. sharp. He was awake all night, mainly thinking about Viktor. After 6 hours of thought, he found it pointless to be angry. Thinking back, the club has it as their main policy to not allow pictures be taken inside. When leaving the club Viktor picked them up fairly quickly and discretely. Even the man’s dates were planned to be in places where they could blend in with people and not be noticed. When he saw Yuuri hated crowds, the places were far and somewhat isolated from anyone with a camera. Viktor tried his best to respect his privacy, but shit just happens sometimes.

 

This conclusion was possible thanks to the help of Phichit, who stayed up for as long as he could with Yuuri last night. He even suggested Yuuri to finally call Viktor, but due to it being 4:23 a.m. and Yuuri being way too tired to speak to anyone about anything, he didn't. That call was going to be made and they could come to an agreement but not now, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

 

He came out to the living room and remembered Phichit had woken up earlier for a class project he had to work on at some park up state. He wasn’t gonna be back home until night which meant Yuuri had the whole apartment to himself, it was just him and a million thoughts in his unrested mind.

 

An hour flew by and he was in the same spot. Staring at the ceiling with two options: to keep going or to stop this. It was easier said than done, this choice could change his career path even life at this point. He was never good at dealing with pressure and this was a decision only he could act upon.

 

It was a scribble, everything and everywhere. He wanted to make his mom proud but she wouldn't be proud of her son doing this for a living. He made good money, he could quit college, but he'd been dreaming of becoming a published writer ever since he was a kid. He had to find a way to tell this to his mother, the phone? No. He had to be there. He had school too, he couldn't go home now. What if she rejected him? What if his family, his only support, turned their backs on him. He'd be lonely, Phichit would get tired of his bullshit and eventually leave. He'd be all alone if he didn't make the right choice.

 

He told himself to calm down but it wasn't working. He became anxious and just like he remembered the first time he felt this frightened he curled up in a corner and cried. “breathe.” he whispered to himself, “it's okay.”

 

The doorbell rang, he looked at the door. Thank god Phichit forgot the keys? He opened without looking and froze, “You came.”

 

Viktor held Yuuri like he'd never held onto someone before. Yuuri’s already racing heart was lifted by the steady sound of Viktor’s. The silence spoke for itself, there were no hard feelings just confusion. Viktor felt his shirt wetten as he closed the door behind him. He leaned his head on top of Yuuri’s and said nothing.

 

Yuuri gave into the warmth of Viktor’s sweater and sweet, soft scent. It was calming in its own way, it even reminded him of that second date far away watching the sunset and stars rise from behind the sun. He lightly pushed Viktor who loosened up the hug, “I'm sorry.” he whispered and kissed his forehead. Yuuri let him get away with that kiss, it wasn't his fault, it wasn't anyone's fault, it was just the life both of them couldn't get out of and had to deal with. “I apologize for exposing you and fucking up so bad. I really don't want to lose you, you're-”

 

“Viktor.”

 

“I won't ever forgive myself for making you cry and I-”

 

“it's ok.” Viktor looked down into eyes devoid of joy, “I always knew something like this could happen.”

 

“please don't cry.”

 

“I have to cry.” Those salty tears reached his mouth and brought him back to the bitter truth. “I don't know what to do.” he was barely audible, “I feel so lonely.” Yuuri melted to his knees and sat with his back facing the closed entrance door behind him. He hid his face between his knees and covered his ears, “everything’s falling… I have to make this choice for myself and my whole life depends on it and can't sleep and- I have to cry.”

 

Viktor stepped back, “Yuuri?” Yuuri shut his eyes closed and laid on his side, his hands covering his face and knees to his chest. his crying along with breathing was loud enough for Viktor to hear and even be scared by.

 

Viktor took a deep breath and laid on his side facing Yuuri, “want me to give you some space?” Yuuri shook his head, “ok, I'm right here for you. Need another bear hug?”

 

Yuuri moved his hands from his face and looked into Viktor’s blue eyes. He nodded.

 

“Ok.” Viktor got closer and held Yuuri in an engulfing embrace, he brushed Yuuri’s hair out of the sweat in his forehead with his hand. Silence took over the room.

 

Some time passed and Yuuri’s breathing started stabilizing. He let go of him and looked at Yuuri in the eye, “Everyone tells me my eyes are two colors from up close.”

 

Yuuri looked at the seafoam eyes and examined the pigment in Viktor’s orbs, he uncovered his mouth, “seafoam blue and green.” he spoke in almost a whisper.

 

“want me to keep holding you or-”

 

“this must be awk-”

 

“No, I'm here for you. Whatever you need just tell me and I'll make it happen.” he went back to hugging Yuuri and noticed him breathing calmly. He wanted to hold Yuuri in his arms and be able to protect him from everything in the world. He resisted the urge to say he loved him, the urge to kiss him, the urge to be anything more than just a friend.

 


 

 

“...yeah…. 1 large Pepperoni pizza, a coke and also those cinnamon roll things….ok...you got the address, ok. Thanks.” he hung up and looked at Yuuri who was wrapped better than a burrito in blankets. “It should be here in 45 minutes.” he smiled. Yuuri looked back at him almost as if asking him something. That or his vision was shit without glasses, “anything else I can get you?” Yuuri kept staring, “Yuuri?” The bundled man mumbled something. Viktor got closer, “could you repeat that.”

 

Almost annoyed, he went as loud as he could in a voice crack, “I'm tired, stop taking care of me. I don't know you.”

 

Viktor backed up, “I'm sorry, this is your house, your home, you can nap I'll just receive the pizza and leave if you want.”

 

“Thank you, stranger.”

 

He went back to sitting on Yuuri’s bed, “wanna change that?” Yuuri stared at him, “what?”

 

“really?” he was annoyed.

 

“Really what?” he was confused.

 

“Is that all you wanted from me?”

 

A hint of blush started showing through his cheeks, “Oh- wait, no. I didn't mean it like that- I'd never.”

 

Yuuri stared deep into his eyes, almost as if trying to look into his soul. “you don't have to pretend, that's all you want. Sex. Saw a hot guy and thought you could buy him and play with his feeling like some cheap whore. Do nice things for me like now so that I owe you later.”

 

It was scary how cold those words came out of Yuuri’s mouth. It was almost as if his mouth did the talking and there was no one inside. “No. Don't say that.” His worry showed through, “You don't owe me anything, I just feel like I want to be here for you and that's why I'm here.”

 

“You feel like it?”

 

“I'm a very impulsive person. Blessing and curse.”

 

“You feel guilty.” Yuuri went back to staring at the ceiling, “you can leave, it's not your fault.”

 

“oh no. No. Don't do that.” he reached for Yuuri’s face but didn't dare touch it. Yuuri looked back at him. Viktor stared back. The silence could be cut with a knife.

 

“don't you ever tell me what to do. You don't know me, you don't know my issues, you know nothing about my family, my career path, goals, aspirations-”

 

“you're right. I know nothing. I don't know your family, I know 1 friend, you want to be a writer and that’s about all I know but, don't tell me to leave when I had you in my arms you said you were lonely.” Viktor got closer and looked at Yuuri in the eye, “it hurts, and I know how hard it is to not have a family or friends or anyone by your side. I know. I also took in a traumatized young boy that went through the same and told him this…” Viktor smiled for Yuuri, “you can't do jack shit about the people around you no matter how close or far they are. You can only live one life, live it.”

 

“How does that even apply to me?”

 

He stroked Yuuri’s hair back, “Watered down version would be that each and every person on this planet has a different point of view. Trying to satisfy them all is pointless because no one thinks the same. Can't change them either. The only person you can change is yourself.” Yuuri frowned, “do you. Believe me, It'll be miserable to live a life you're not happy with.”

 

Yuuri stayed silent. For a solid minute, nothing came out of his mouth. He cupped Viktor’s cheeks in his sweaty palms and stared. He was scared, more than he'd ever been in his life. He wasn't thinking right and this man before him was making it all worse. One of his screws was loose and he was about to do the craziest thing he'd ever done before. No, he couldn't. He wasn’t gonna lose everything and bet on this man’s word. “you're crazy.”

 

“I am.”

 

“I can't do this. I-i can't just think of myself. They're working so hard and my sister didn't even go to college and I have this opportunity and me- I'm scared. So scared.” Viktor took brushed back Yuuri’s hair again. He said nothing. “I'm tired.”

 

Viktor was still hypnotized by his beauty, “rest.” Yuuri retrieved his hands from Viktor’s face and turned his back to Viktor closing his eyes after.

 

Viktor went over Yuuri and whispered, “Can I take a nap here too...yuuri?...yuuri?...oh, you're trying to sleep.” He put a nearby pillow under his head and stared at that steady rise and drop of Yuuri’s stomach. It was calming to rest eyes upon such beauty.

 


 

 

“Heads up.”

 

he caught the bag of chips thrown his way, “Where's Beka?”

 

“I don’t know.” Jean sat next to Yura on the couch and extended his arm over the teenager’s shoulders, “Why the long face?”

 

Yura put down his phone, “He went running behind that stripper guy. He ignored me- patronized me and now expects me to talk to him.”

 

Jean retrieved his hand as the younger man was about to rant, “well, he really must be interested in this person.”

 

Yura completely turned his body to Jean, “interested? He's fucking obsessed. His heart can't beat if he doesn't say Yuuri at least 5 times in every sentence that comes out of his mouth.”

 

“ok, how about getting to know this Yu-”

 

“I did- I tried. When Beka and I went to talk to him he was all defensive and shit.” Jean got distracted by the sunset hitting Yura’s golden locks just right, “He was all “can I help you?” On me, like, who do you think you are?”

 

Jean brushed Yura’s hair out of the way with a hand, “Maybe he was bummed out at the moment. Maybe Viktor wasn't making it up when he said this guy hated being in the spotlight.”

 

Yura slapped Jean’s hand off and looked at him in the eye, “Whose side are you on?”

 

“I'm on no one's side. This is none of my business. I’m just listening to you because your pretty eyes haven't looked at me in 3 days.”

 

“You fucking shithead.”

 

“I’m joking.”

 

“That little hoe wants Viktor to console him so that he feels bad and gets him a car or some expensive shit. Like, even if he was bummed out, I'm Viktor’s child on paper; he could've at least had the manners to clear up this situation and at least try to end on good terms with me-”

 

He sighed, “can we change the topic, I really don’t want to add myself into this equation.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

He crossed his legs and hit Yura with the valley girl accent, “OMG Viktor is finally doing something for himself and not babying you, which you hated but now you realize you want attention. You should like totes keep shaming him and talking shit about his significant other even though you don’t know Yuuri’s situation. what? He's not hurting anybody and you're just being dramatic for no reason.” he brought his hand to his mouth in a dramatic gasp, “This Yuuri you call a gold digger doesn’t want Viktor’s money. Plot twist! You’re salty so you stopped talking to the only family you have left, can't believe it.” he forced out a laugh and abruptly stopped. “Happy?”

 

Yura got up, “you wanna fucking go?”

 

“Hurts doesn't it?”

 

He took Jean by the collar and brought him up from the sofa to stand, “the only thing that's gonna hurt is your balls if you don't take that back.”

 

“When we met, I did tell you not to tell me anything if you didn't want an honest response.”

 

He tightened his grip, “don't you fucking dare-”

 

“You moved out, you pay your bills, you live your life. Let him live his.” he smiled. That only angered Yura. He went in for a kiss knowing the man holding him would dodge it and therefore let go.

 

“you fucking idiot.” he walked away to his room. “you know nothing.”

 

“so it does hurt jumping to conclusions without knowing the situation. Wow, what a shocker?”

 

Yura stared at him, “don't fucking play me.”

 

Jean crossed his arms and leaned on the couch, “play me? You played yourself. You yourself made a storm in a glass of water by assuming that every stripper just loves sucking every rich guy's dick. You don't know why he's stripping, you don't know if he likes this or if this is the only way he can pay his bills. You have no idea yet you're so fast to jump to conclusions.”

 

Yura walked up to him and thrust his finger into Jean’s chest as he said. “You see, this is why I can’t fucking stand you-”

 

“You can’t stand me yet you moved into this house knowing I live here too. Let go of your pride, it’s not doing you any good.” Yura turned and went to his room slamming the door after him. Did Jean feel bad for being an asshole about the situation? Yes. It was raw, straight up and honest but I had to be said. Yura was babied all the time by both Otabek and Viktor but he wasn't gonna sugar coat.

 


 

 

He stared into his friend’s eyes once more and that feeling of cold was still there. After Viktor had been forced to leave, Phichit had come back. He even got to eat some of that pizza Viktor ordered.

 

Yuuri turned his head and acknowledged Phichit was staring at him. He ignored and went back to booking his flight. “I’m not gonna blow up, you know. You can stop staring.”

 

“What did he tell you?”

 

“Nothing really.”

 

“Then why are you so void, dry?”

 

“Cause I’m tired. I’m sick and tired of hiding, of owing, of being dishonest, unhappy with all of this. I’ll break her heart but I don’t want to lie to her anymore.” his eyes melted a little but he went back to looking at his computer screen, “I have my goals, I'll reach those I just- Crying’s getting me nowhere.”

 

“Sure that’s all to it?”

 

“Yeah.” He was about to pay.

 

Phichit leaned on Yuuri’s shoulder, “I'll go with you then.”

 

“I won’t drag you into my is-”

 

“Just let me go with you. Don’t tell me whatever’s happening in that beautiful mind of yours but let me be there for you whatever happens.”

 

“You don't-”

 

“Yes, I have to. Book me a flight. I’m not letting you do whatever wild shit that guy put inside your brain.”

 

Yuuri made the number of people 2 then he proceeded to book that flight to Japan. He paid, was done and the flight was leaving tomorrow morning. Phichit closed the computer on Yuuri’s lap and looked at him in the eye, “You’re like a brother to me, I love you. I’m here for you.”

 

“Ride or die.” Yuuri forced a smile.

 

“You think I'm joking?”

 

“I know you’re not.”

 

“good.”

 

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The whole way there was a learning experience for both of them. During the whole flight to Tokyo, another to Fukuoka and the train ride to Hasetsu, Phichit got to know a little more about Yuuri’s childhood, what he missed from home and even got a hint of how much he loved his family. Not like it was all news to him, it was just nice to see Yuuri speak in a somewhat excited tone about home. It was almost as if he wasn't nervous but Phichit knew Yuuri was just searching for distractions.

 

The little stops they did along the way gave Yuuri a moment to reminisce and Phichit the opportunity to take out his camera and capture the moment. The calmer Yuuri looked, the deeper in thought he was. Yuuri was nervous, of course, but something was different. It was almost as if that afternoon with Viktor loosened up a screw in that beautifully complicated mind of his. Phichit only watched carefully as the first half of this journey came to an end. 6 thousand miles later, they were at the entrance of Yutopia.

 

He was finally going to see his family for the first time since he left to the US. Within him sparked the thought of turning back but he was interrupted by his name being called followed by the sound of summer flip flops running his way. He froze and that’s when the familiar embrace of his mother warmed him up. She held on tight until she noticed Phichit and loosened up the hug to look back at Yuuri in the eye. She held her son’s hands, “Bringing a boy home?”

 

He could see the excitement oozing from his mother. She herself had had Mari at the age of 19, it was kind of an unspoken promise for Yuuri to bring some grandchildren and a spouse before he hit the age of 25. “He’s my friend, Phichit.”

 

Hiroko’s expression changed to one of slight embarrassment but she still smiled at the young man behind his son and given a bow from the young man. She looked back at her son and caressed his cheek, “You're so grown up.” Yuuri blushed. To her eyes, her baby was just taller but still her baby. Same blush, same eyes, same innocence as when he left. Yuuri was still that kid that worked hard in school and wrote those stories of one day traveling the whole world. Nothing in her baby had changed.

 


 

 

Yutopia was just closing when Yuuri and Phichit sat in the family living room. Yuuri’s father took a seat by then and patted his son's back, “How's America treating you?”

 

“Good.” He nodded, that blush still showing through.

 

“Your mother and I are very proud of you, son. Even though you're far, you still have a family here that loves you.” He ruffled his son's hair.

 

From the kitchen came Mari with drinks for the two, “Finally back.”

 

Yuuri’s eyes widened and a wave of heat took over him as he turned to her, “M-Mari.”

 

“You and I need to have a talk…” She leaned on her brother, “Give your sis a call from time to time, it's been years and all I know is how hard you're working out there.” Yuuri knew exactly what that meant.

 

His discomfort was evident but the way she played it cool at least showed she hadn't told anybody. “Yeah, I'm sorry.” He hid his gaze behind the cup he drank from.

 

She took off his glasses, “It's all good, no hard feelings. We really did miss you.”

 

Hiroko came out of the kitchen “Oh Mari stop tormenting your brother. Could you go finish up the surprise.” She winked.

 

Mari rolled her eyes, “It’s really not a surprise when it already smells amazing.” She did as her mom instructed her.

 

Hiroko was joyous as ever and more now that her son was here. She noticed Yuuri’s slight nervousness and lightened the mood, “My boy’s so handsome.”

 

“Mom.”

 

“What? You’re a handsome young man.”

 

Yuuri knew where this was going, “let’s not go there.”

 

“I understand times have changed and that kids nowadays like to have fun and-”

 

Phichit finally spoke up, “We’re not like that at all, specially Yuuri. When we come from work the only thing in our minds is school.”

 

Hiroko looked at Toshiya and back at Yuuri. Yuuri took the opportunity to change the topic, “Phichit’s actually minoring in Japanese.”

 

Toshiya complemented Phichit as Hiroko said, “I know I have nothing to worry about with Yuuri but I can’t ignore that my boy’s so far.”

 

Phichit took a sip of his drink, “Out of the two, he’s the responsible one.”

 

Hiroko smiled at Yuuri, “I always knew I boy would be a man of his house, the backbone of a family someday.”

 

Yuuri was pretty much quiet after that. He didn’t say anything past “yeah” or “sure”. He felt like shit for having to lie and act like he really was a sweet young boy invested in school. Not like that was all a lie but he also got half naked and was the opposite of what his wholesome family had taught him.

 

The Katsudon came in and he ate as tears came out of his eyes. He blamed it on happiness and swore his mom those tears came from the joy of being back. Phichit and Mari were the only ones not buying that bullshit. After dinner, he went upstairs to his old room and blamed that on the 20-hour trip.

 


 

 

Smooth jazz played in the background as Viktor read one of the many pieces of literature in his studio. Makkachin was even enjoying a sweet nap next to him.

 

The door to the studio opened and inside came a blondie who ignored Viktor’s presence and went straight for the bookshelf.

 

He put down his book and stood behind his son. Viktor rested his head on his son’s shoulder, “Ignoring me?” The teen kept looking straight at the bookshelf without saying a word. “Are you really this childish?” Viktor teased unsuccessfully. Yura finally found what he looked for and walked over to the desk with 2 books. He read through them. Viktor sat back on his chair and watched. “You wouldn't do that if you only knew how much it hurt me to be ignored by you.”

 

Yura rolled his eyes and finally replied, “You wouldn't be doing that if only you knew how much it hurt to see you waltz right into the devil's mouth.”

 

Viktor should’ve known from the beginning that this kid wasn't gonna brush things off that easy. “Sit here, let's have a talk.” Viktor pulled a chair from close by. Yura ignored the request.

 

Viktor sighed, “I was about 12 when you were born. I was actually there when your mother left just months after you were born. We all just woke up one morning and you were crying in your crib, hungry and with a note next to you. One can say I saw myself in you. Since Lilia and Yakov wanted nothing to do with me, the little bastard, and sent me to Nikolai, for some reason I thought maybe we stuck together we’d not be so lonely. I wanted to become that person you had next to you that'd never leave, there for you forever and always. That's why I adopted you when Nikolai passed away and that's also why it hurts me to think you want nothing to do with me after all the love I've given you.” Yura kept silent. “Yuratchka, you’re everything I have.”

 

Yura let out a chuckle and turned to Viktor, “Really? You're gonna pull that move?” He took a step forward, “If we're digging the past then let me just remind you how much of an airhead you fucking are: you almost got me out of the country without the legal adoption papers being given to you, you made a fucking joke in the middle of my grandfather's funeral, you “Forgot” I had to be enrolled in school for a whole 3 months when I came here and you really want me to believe a bad bitch fell in love with you and wants no money out of it?”

 

“I don't get your point.”

 

“Are you fucking serious?”

 

“I mean, you're calling me an airhead because I was missing one signature in one paper and I desperately wanted to get you out of the most depressing stage of your life. I'm an airhead because I wanted to make you laugh at the darkest time of your still young life? Because I made sure you were mentally stable before you started over again in a new country?” Viktor noticed Makkachin wake-up and petted him, “I’m a free spirited son of a bitch but there's a reason to my madness.”

 

Tears formed in his eyes. He tried wiping them off as he said, “You crazy-”

 

“Oh, I'm wicked.”

 

“-but you love me, I get it.” He swallowed some of his pride as he said, “because of i- I'm grateful is that I want you away from him.”

 

“All to yourself?”

 

He looked at his guardian right in the eye, “Fuck you.”

 

“Can we just forget this ever happened, you apologize and-”

 

Yura’s eyes welled up with tears, “Me? Apologize to who? for what?”

 

“Yuuri will understand this was all a misunderstanding. He told me himself this was all blown out-”

 

Yura grabbed the two books and stormed out of the studio. Makkachin followed. Viktor flopped down on the couch facing down, “Lord have mercy.”

 


 

 

Their first night in Yutopia was darker than those in new york. There were no harsh city lights or loud noise to complain about. It had all fallen quiet after dinner.

 

Phichit and Yuuri stayed in Yuuri’s childhood room. It was kept the same only that a futon had to be brought in for the second one to sleep on. Yuuri gave Phichit the bed and laid on the futon with those pensive eyes of his.

 

Phichit almost said something when Yuuri’s eyes met his, “Chuchu.” For some reason that came out more seductive than expected.

 

Phichit got down from the bed and sat on the futon, “Yuyu.” He listened.

 

“I haven't had sex in the longest time.”

 

“I'm sorry, what?” He got caught by surprise. The wildest things could come out of Yuuri’s messy thoughts.

 

“I was thinking and… what would happen if I just kept dancing?” Yuuri looked back at his friend.

 

Phichit tried finding where this was going, “I-i don't know.”

 

His eyes glassy and not quite looking anywhere he kind of smiled. It was more of a coping mechanism. Like getting ready for the worst even before knowing how all of this would turn out. he got up, “let's get it over with.” He wiped a single tear and headed for his bag.

 

Phichit observed and tried catching a glimpse at whatever Yuuri was looking for. Yuuri pulled out a thick envelope and walked towards the door. He couldn't help but hold onto Yuuri’s wrist. This all felt wrong, “Yuuri.” his worry now audible. He gave Phichit that half smile as the Thai let go of him.

 

Yuuri closed the door after walking out and made his way through the darkness of the house all the way to his parent's room. He knocked the door and kept that envelope behind his back.

 

Soon, his mother came to the door. It was probably too dark but she could feel something off in her son. A different vibe from her little boy.

 

Yuuri took a deep breath, “Can I talk to you and dad for a moment.”

 

“Toshiya’s asleep but sure, is there something wrong?” She tried making eye contact with him but his gaze was kept low.

 

“No, we're good. I...i just really have to talk with you.”

 

“You're worrying me. What is it?”

 

“Can we go somewhere else?”

 

Hiroko fell silent, “Sure.”

 


 

 

She poured both some tea and opened the sliding door to the open alley that connected the house to the garden. Yuuri took a sip from his tea as his mother turned on a lamp and sat across from him.

 

“You've been acting strange ever since dinner.”

 

“I know.”

 

“When you were younger you used to hide your face just like that when you were about to tell me something bad.” She reached for her son’s chin and lightly raised it, “Tell me.”

 

Yuuri looked at her in the eye and couldn't do it. A tear left his eyes as his jaw shivered, “No.” He almost whispered, “I can't do this to you.”

 

Hiroko sighed, “Are you pregnant from that young man upstairs?”

 

Yuuri shook his head and dried bitter tears, “If it was that I wouldn't be crying. You'd love for me to give you grandchildren.”

 

“That is-”

 

“I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a baby, I'm not your innocent boy, I'm not working two jobs, I… I'm a stripper.”

 

Her positively cheerful smile vanished. A light frown was seen on her face, “Yuuri, this isn't funny.”

 

“It's not. Not at all.” Hiroko looked around looking for the hidden camera, “When I moved to the US, the bills added up. I was working two jobs but my grades were dropping. I took out loans and if I didn't do something-”

 

His mother took off her glasses and hid her face behind her hand, “You could've reached out to us.”

 

“I could never let you do that, mom.” His mother's face was still covered by her hands, “Momma you have to retire. Paying everything for me would mean you spending your life savings on me. I couldn't sleep at night knowing the bills home weren't being paid- that you had to work so hard at your age for an already grown man like me. This place barely makes it by with lost tourists, I couldn't burden you like that.” his words all trembled as he saw before him the face of a torn mother. This was the first time in his life Yuuri had ever seen his mother cry, “I’m sorry.”

 

“You didn't have to sell your body.”

 

“I wasn't selling-”

 

“Then what do you call getting naked for other people's pleasure?”

 

“Momma-”

 

“Don't.” She raised her voice, “Everyday I worked harder and harder for you. I made sure you had everything you needed, I made sure to give you morals, values-”

 

“I have valu-”

 

“How dare you?” her voice now louder, “I gave birth to my baby, my boy. I gave you all the love I could give, I sacrificed so much for my innocent boy and the moment you're out of my house you become a prostitute. You let everyone touch my baby's body-”

 

“I do, and I won't quit.” His mother's eyes were filled with a mix of anger and disappointment, “I'm not a prostitute. This is the most in control of my body I've ever been and the happiest with who I am. I love you, momma, I really do, but I can't stop doing what fulfills me so much.”

 

“You should be ashamed-”

 

“I have nothing to be ashamed about. I have full control of what I do, I can make a 6 figure salary on my own and when I dance I'm free. I don't want to owe anybody, I want to make it on my own and be proud of myself. Yes, I strip, but I do it while spinning gracefully in a pole 5 feet off the ground without using my hands. I dance. Just like in every drama on TV, I put on a show. That's all.” He knew that everything he'd just said would be taken back if he looked at her in the eyes, the little confidence passed down to himself from the alter ego would vanish. He took the envelope in both hands and gave it to his mother, “I wanted to give you back every-”

 

She hot up and left the room, outside was his father looking at him, completely let down by his son. Yuuri went for the stairs and found his sister wiping a tear as she kept walking towards the kitchen.

 

Phichit hadn't unpacked much which meant it would be easy to just grab their stuff and leave. He knew he would be no longer welcome as he was the complete opposite of the son they raised. He was now a stranger to his own family.

 

The objective now was to find a hotel and reschedule the flight back home.

 

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He got out of the black Tesla and proceeded to walk towards the elevator of the parking lot. Things didn’t end on the best note last time he came to Viktor’s place. Not like he was coming to apologize, even though he knew he owed one to Viktor. It was more of an “I’m not angry anymore”.

 

After entering Viktor’s penthouse, he pulled back the hoodie over his head. “Viktor!” He waited for an answer and only heard the rushing of Makkachin’s paws come from upstairs.

 

He kneeled to pet the dog, “Don't… Don’t lick- ah fuck it.” He almost laughed as he let Makka lick his cheek. Now that he thought about it, he was still mourning his grandpa when Viktor adopted Makkachin from an animal shelter. Makka didn't need to talk, he wasn't gonna ask Yura what was wrong or do like all psychologists and dig into his brain; he was just there. He barely barked or got in the way of things and that's what made Yura not love all dogs but only Makkachin. After moving out, he kind of missed his dog. “Ok, ok.” He kissed Makka and got up, “Good boy.” He patted Makka’s head and went upstairs.

 

He heard soft jazz play and get louder as he approached the studio. He saw Viktor with a wine glass in his left hand and his right pulling out a book from the shelf. “Tesla’s downstairs.” Yura didn’t fail to notice a certain sadness in his demeanor. He couldn't tell if it was that or his mind at work.

 

Viktor grinned at him, “I was gonna tell you to get your own car but since that's the only thing bringing you back-”

 

He interrupted before this man’s gloom fucked things up, “You and your shit, I come here all the time.” He leaned on the doorframe. “You’re the one that hasn’t texted me since last time I was here.”

 

Viktor poured Yura some wine, “I was just giving you the space you asked for.” He gave Yura the wine glass and took a seat. It was almost as if he waited for him to say something.

 

Yura looked away and swallowed the little pride he had left, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that.”

 

Now both sitting down Viktor gave him a grin, “I understand why you felt that way. Maybe I too should have approached it in a different way.”

 

“so why the gloom?”

 

“Gloom?” Viktor soon understood and thought for a second if he should say it or not. Yura was grown enough, he was not gonna lie. “It's him.” He drank and saw the teen’s face trying to conceal the discomfort of having to talk about this again. “You asked.” He smiled.

 

Yura really didn’t want to deal with this shit again but he felt shitty enough for cursing out Viktor last time, might as well really put things aside and talk about this dude. “Really what's the shit with this dude?” He combed through his hair, his disgust evident.

 

Viktor sat right next to his son and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “It’s really frustrating when you do that.”

 

He looked up in pure annoyance, “Really? Cause it’s even more frustrating that you’d do him.”

 

He rolled his eyes and begged whoever god was out there for some kind of patience with this child, “Stop bitching and listen. I really want us to have this talk without yelling.”

 

He sighed and turned to Viktor in defeat, “I’m listening.”

 

He took the teen’s chin and looked into his green eyes, “Please.” This time he asked with all the love a caretaker he could. Yura saw it in his eyes and like a child told to sit, he looked back at the man. Viktor gave him the same cheerful smile and brushed his hair almost as it envisioning a hairstyle for the boy, “You’re so grown up. How’s school?”

 

“Good, I guess.”

 

“And home?”

 

“Otabek’s doing some shit in California, Jean went back to Canada for his niece’s birthday.”

 

“So you were alone, you needed someone to talk to and you came back here?”

 

“Where else would I go?” he took his wineglass.

 

Viktor did the same as the conversation went more casual, “Yuuri actually went back home too. He landed last night and now he’s on his way back.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“His family found out about his job.” Yura felt that same sadness from before in that last sentence. Viktor sighed, “I talked to him not too long ago and he was in the airport. He said he was fine and told me not to worry about him. He can be so stubborn, he’s clearly cracking on the inside yet he pretends everything’s ok. I even held him in my arms when he was shaking- speechless, torn down by the fact that the moment he told his parents the truth he would no longer have a family.”

 

“He could stop stripping.”

 

That annoyed Viktor, but he kept his cool.“Easy for you to say. I can pay for your college tuition out of my raw pocket, his family doesn’t have that luxury.”

 

Yura didn’t seek for confrontation yet when he spoke, Viktor couldn’t help it but hear that condescending tone. “Stripping, That’s the only thing he could do.”

 

“You say it like you have never posed for a magazine half naked.” He paused to drink and resumed, “It’s something in his eyes that light up when he dances when he talks about home and all the things he’s passionate about. I’ll admit he has the most beautiful body I've ever seen of a guy before and it’s all because of that power- that confidence that comes out when he’s on a stage. I fell in love the first time I saw him and he spoke to me about his childhood pet. That gleam in his eyes- It was short but it got me hooked.” His wandering eyes looked back into Yura’s, “I’m in love with him, and I can’t take away his freedom-”

 

Yura almost spoke.

 

“Yura.” His hands both went to his son’s shoulders, “You’re my baby. I changed your diapers, I cared for you, I spent my entire teens and early 20’s loving you; Let me love someone else. Let me care for someone, let me at least try to have a hint of … what a family feels like.” Viktor’s eyes half watered.

 

He was such a fucking asshole for biting the hand that fed him. He knew this wasn’t ok, Viktor deserved happiness, joy, someone good for him. Someone that one day could give him the family he would always pretend to have. He got up and dried what came out of his eyes, “I’m sorry.” He mumbled and looked back at Viktor not exactly in the eye as Makkachin came to him, “I … do whatever you want.” He kind of forced that last part out a little as he kneeled to play with Makka.

 


 

 

It had only been a couple of days since the whole “Who’s that stripper?” Hunt had started. Instead of erasing, time only gave gossipers more ideas and his brief absence only made things worse on campus.

 

Before, no one even knew or cared who he was, but now, for some odd reason, everyone on campus had turned to look at him at least once in the 3 hours he spent there. The cafe even seemed to fill up with clients when he stopped by to pick up some notes from Leo. It was like suddenly the world started revolving around him, it soon became too close for comfort.

 

He sipped on his drink more than aware everyone was staring, photographing and chit-chatting about him. He picked up the phone so fast when he got that text message. He raced out of there and soon found salvation inside a black Tesla.

 

Viktor watched him put on the seat belt and turn to him. It broke Viktor’s heart to be the reason why Yuuri looked so relieved at that moment. He almost said he was sorry when Yuuri spoke.

 

“It’s ok, I’m really fine. You don’t have to hold your breath like that.”

 

“Hold my breath?”

 

He remembered that panic attack he had with Viktor and soon connected the dots, “I’m not that sensitive, you can talk.”

 

He let go of the air in his lungs and reached for Yuuri’s hand, “I’m sorry.”

 

Those puppy eyes of his were adorable and somehow made his day a little less shitty. He knew Viktor feared pushing him away and that’s where all the problems stemmed from. “You really need to start saying what you think instead of leaving it up to me.” Viktor’s eyes widened a little, “It’s not easy to read minds.” he offered Viktor a smile after that. Just to lighten things up in the middle of this whole thing.

 

Viktor felt Yuuri’s voice slightly sad but more relieved than anything else. Maybe it was just him but even in the way he spoke there was a different air about Yuuri. He smiled back and tangled their fingers together, “You’re beautiful.”

 

It wasn’t really what he said but the way he said it. His heart sunk a little and so he turned to not make his blush obvious. “I was not intending to look that feminine but thanks.”

 

That reply and Yuuri’s sudden inability to find anything to do with himself gave Viktor the hint. Yuuri was still that cute little bundle of awkwardness sometimes. He kissed Yuuri’s hand, “wanna come over to my place?”

 

It did sound a little creepy but maybe this is what he needed. To break out of the shell, to finally not be afraid, to stop holding back and being shy; he wanted to be more like the Katsu Prince and running away from Viktor wasn't something he would do. It was crazy to just hop on a dude's ride and go to his place but he needed a change of air.

 

He needed some kind of adventure, a fuel, and almost as if it was a now or never situation he said yes. Maybe Viktor was his saving angel, maybe Viktor was put in his path to push him in the direction Yuuri didn't even realized was an option. He wanted the freedom in this man, he wanted to be the crazy this man had. His drive.

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They drove downtown and as the night was setting, more luxury and glass adorned the buildings around them.

 

While looking out the window and while soft jazz played in the background, Yuuri let his mind wonder what it'd be like to live in one of those apartments; To be on the 34th floor of some penthouse in the big city. He could almost picture the Katsu Prince himself wearing nothing but a dress of diamonds over his naked body: The wind on his hair, the air on his body, the freedom of not having to worry about who’s watching. He tried concealing a laugh, but it was too funny.

 

First of all, If the rent of a shared apartment in New York was a hassle, a penthouse in Soho was painfully out of his range. Besides, he was majoring in English not drug dealing. There was no way he could make that kind of raw cash legally.

 

Viktor noticed the childlike light in Yuuri’s eyes and drove into the building Yuuri had rested eyes upon.

 

He couldn't help it. The slight shimmer of excitement shown by Yuuri’s expression gave Viktor the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. That itself took out of his mind every negative thought and replaced them with a sheer coat of joy. That, and he was just a little obsessed with staring at Yuuri.

 

Yuuri stepped out of the car and met seafoam eyes. This time he tried letting his nerves go and finally look him in the eye with no hesitation.

 

Viktor brushed his hair back and pecked Yuuri’s forehead, “Are you working later tonight?”

 

Yuuri followed Viktor to the elevator, “I took the week off to go back home but- we know how that turned out.”

 

Viktor held Yuuri’s hand into the second elevator, “I’m not her but I did kind of raise a kid. Fact is that when they go away, they do whatever they want and it's sometimes frustrating. We yell, we blow things out of proportion and fall apart for a little while. But, even when we feel like we lost em’, we love em’ no matter what.” He put his hand over Yuuri’s back and held him into a hug. “if she's even half as loving as you described her to me, I guarantee things will get better.”

 

The elevator doors opened and Viktor lets go of Yuuri. Caressing his chin, he asked, “Good?”

 

Yuuri nodded and returned the smile, “Yeah.”

 


 

 

Yuuri cautiously stepped in and followed Viktor to the large sofa, “come on, don't be shy. Make yourself at home.”

 

Being the well-mannered child he was, he couldn't just waltz into someone's house for the first time and ravage their fridge. More in this situation, this wasn't just a closet in someone's basement, Viktor’s penthouse was an intricate piece of luxury not to mention huge. “Nice house.” He respectfully sat and looked around.

 

Viktor took a pillow and crossed his legs, “I had almost everything re-done. All the furniture is custom made.”

 

Yuuri now realized the magnitude of this man’s desires; Viktor did as he pleased and it was gorgeous. Now that he looked around for a second time, everything did have the minimal, gunmetal aesthetic of Viktor. That itself made it so much more private. It was to be expected though, Viktor was the kind of man to look like he's going with the flow while being 5 steps ahead.

 

“Nice.” Yuuri managed to let out.

 

“Now tell me, what were you thinking on our way here?”

 

He thought of saying it but kept it to himself, “Nothing.”

 

“Sure?”

 

“If I tell you, I'll sound like a stripper, not me.”

 

“Then who are you? I won't judge, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

 

Yuuri paused for a second, “It's gonna sound bad.” He looked away from the man and into the large glass door to the terrace, “You’re… forget it.”

 

Viktor noticed that light in his eyes come back and got closer to Yuuri, “Just say it.”

 

He turned, his face almost too close to Viktor’s. He almost laughed at what looked like Viktor’s attempt to kiss him, “Not this again.”

 

He sat back and looked at Yuuri in the eye. He didn't say it but the sass in the way he leaned on the headrest was enough.

 

He sighed with the same smile on his face, “We had this conversation already and the answer is still no.”

 

“Come over here.” Viktor opened his arms.

 

This time he actually laughed, “Are you not listening?”

 

“You're not listening to me.”

 

He now completely turned to Viktor, “I am and I said no.”

 

“No to what?”

 

“I'm not sleeping with you, I'm not getting naked for you, I'm not letting you touch me and I'm absolutely not-”

 

Viktor interrupted, “I never said that.”

 

“Then what did you say?” He ran out of patience.

 

Viktor noticed and with the same annoyance got inches away from Yuuri’s face, “I've been trying to say I love you.” Almost as if a weight fell off his shoulders, he huffed.

 

Yuuri’s smile faded, “I can’t.”

 

He took Yuuri’s hands and proceeded to kiss then, “I can wait.”

 

He hung his head and slid his hands out of Viktor’s grasp. “Don't waste your time, it's not gonna work.”

 

Viktor got closer and let his hands fall to Yuuri’s waist, “How do you know? How will you know? Let me show you.” He paused in every question.

 

Yuuri honestly didn't have the answers but there was only one way to find out: by giving up his pride and giving into whatever madness awaited him with Viktor. He'd already fucked up, how worse could it get?

 

Viktor raised Yuuri’s chin and looked at him in the eye, “Can I?”

 

He looked up at the seafoam blue eyes again and let go. There was something about this man that made him crazy, he wanted to be that crazy, whatever that meant.

 

Each one warmed him up. He even felt his heart throb when Viktor sneaked a hand under his sweater and took off his glasses. Yuuri almost stopped but this man was addictive. It was too late.

 

Maybe it was because he hadn't been touched in a long time but he just felt his body be rediscovered with every touch from Viktor. His sweater came off. He was thinking too much. That thinking was what made Viktor stop touching and pause, “Yuuri-” Yuuri took over his lips and finally got on top of him. Viktor paused again but kept Yuuri in a loose embrace. “Yuuri.”

 

“What?”

 

Those flushed cheeks and light pant, Yuuri possessed a sexiness he knew well how to use. He brushed Yuuri’s hair back, “Upstairs?”

 


 

 

He met the fresh cold of Viktor’s bedsheets with his naked body. He wasn't exactly what most people call “In shape” But for some reason, that was exactly what turned Viktor on.

 

The platinum-haired stood at the foot of the bed looking down at Yuuri’s nether regions: thick thighs, hips, curves yet that manliness in him.

 

Yuuri smirked, his view wasn't bad either. He did have a Greek god at his feet.

 

After the pause, Viktor traced Yuuri’s hips with the tips of his fingers. He saw Yuuri’s shaft twitch, which only encouraged him to keep on just grazing his fingers against Yuuri’s skin.

 

It was just too sexy, Yuuri’s body was making him lose his mind as he tried being gentle.

 

When he met Yuuri’s eyes, they were glistening; Shining bright only for and because of him. Yuuri didn't need his hands to pull him in and trap him in his kisses, that look was enough.

 

In a sloppy kiss, they messily looked for something inside each other: Yuuri wanted his crazy and Viktor wanted Yuuri’s beauty all for himself, that was the deal.

 

Being a pole dancer and all, gave Yuuri some flexibility, which made it harmless when Viktor spread him with no heed of human limits. It didn't hurt Yuuri, but fuck was this man rough. A sound almost escaped Yuuri’s lips, but almost wasn't enough. Viktor wanted to have it all.

 

An aroused smirk showed on Yuuri’s lips, “Greedy bastard.” Yuuri pushed him off and sat up to hold onto Viktor’s cock. He pumped slowly and watched Viktor bite his lip as he sat in front of him, “More?”

 

“All of it.” Yuuri was making him a mess, “Yuuri.” He whined. “Yuuri.” He pulled him against his body again with force.

 

Yuuri, in cowgirl position on Viktor, had both of their cocks together and stroked. Viktor joined too and stroked faster as he heard a low moan from Yuuri.

 

He let go of their members and proceeded to let a finger penetrate Yuuri. “A-ah.” Yuuri failed to hold back.

 

Viktor loosened up the hole as Yuuri raised himself up just enough for Viktor to comfortably put in a second. “Vik-ah.” He felt 2 become 3 and sat back in it. “Deeper.”

 

“Oh, it's gonna go deeper.” He lifted Yuuri just enough and lowered him into his hardened cock. Viktor had Yuuri trembling, losing it.

 

“W-wait.” Yuuri tried stopping Viktor from putting it all the way in, “i-i...big.” he panted and held on tight to Viktor’s hair. Viktor being as mean as he could get, thrusted in one more inch making Yuuri pull the hair in his hands with the same force. “don't do that.”

 

Viktor was crazy enough to ignore that and pull Yuuri down into taking his entire length. A loud moan escaped Yuuri. Viktor laid him into missionary and thrusted in once more Yuuri’s expressions were amazing, sexy, enticing, delicious- everything. He couldn't just stop.

 

“Ah ah, Vikt- ah. Na-” He was no longer in control nor did he want to be. His voice echoed through the room and made it back to his ears. Something in him wanted Viktor to know, to hear, to do more.

 

Viktor held onto Yuuri’s shaft again and pumped as fast as his thrusts, “Oh louder.” He moaned.

 

“Viktor- c-come… I'm gonna-” He desperately grasped onto Viktor, scratching his back on the process. “Don't stop.” Yuuri tensed up and let out even more beautiful sounds along with white strings of cum on his and Viktor’s stomach.

 

Viktor kept thrusting and took the hand on Yuuri’s cock of to his mouth, “You taste so good, Yuuri.” He put two of the cum covered fingers of his hand in Yuuri mouth. Yuuri sucked, drowning his moans.

 

“You sexy-” Viktor took his hand out of Yuuri’s mouth, “Fuck. Let me-” He placed Yuuri’s legs over his shoulders and clutched onto his hips. “It'll just take a minute.” He rammed his whole length into Yuuri and almost pulled out entirely to repeat. Yuuri’s moans came arithmetic to Viktor’s thrusts. Fast, hard and bit painful for Yuuri, Viktor came inside him.

 

Both numb, Viktor fell on top of Yuuri hiding his face on Yuuri’s neck and kissing, “I love you so much.” He mumbled.

 

Yuuri felt his heart sink a bit when he heard that, “You better.”

 

Viktor laid by Yuuri’s side and pulled a blanket from the drawer in the nightstand over both, “Yuuri.”

 

“umhum.”

 

“I love you.”

 

“You already said it.”

 

“Come over here, lemme show you.” He held Yuuri close and kissed him once more. Their speeding heartbeats against each other said the rest.

 


 

He came out of his room, a towel around his shoulders and beads of water still on his hair. A warm shower did help him realize he hadn't imagined it. This being a dream was further debunked by the smell of something cooking in the kitchen.

Viktor saw dinner for two laid out of the table but no Yuuri, only the open doors to the terrace. He stepped out onto the fresh wind of the night, and there he was.

Yuuri on the 34th floor of Viktor’s penthouse wearing nothing but an almost translucent robe over his naked body. Yuuri was a wildfire, and Viktor was happy to watch him take over his life.

 

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He found refuge from the cold in the oversized sweater he'd lent from Viktor. It all smelled way too good for him to get out of the white bedsheets and leave. Even though Viktor wasn't there, his scent still lingered in Yuuri. He couldn't come to describe that androgynous, calming yet exciting smell, but it was amazing, addicting.

 

He turned and only watched the beads of water roll down the window as the cold yet calming embrace of silence took over. He looked back at the note Viktor had left next to that sunflower.

 

To a Prince,
sorry, It was a sin to wake you up. Don’t be shy, the house is yours.

 

All in delicate script. This sure was a lonely paradise, but it was Viktor’s lonely paradise.

 


 

 

He took the liberty to walk around and explore the labyrinth that was Viktor’s penthouse. That place was art itself but nothing pulled his attention better than the study itself. It didn’t even take him long to find the secret staircase to the front door behind the main bookshelf, the ingenuity of that room was fascinating.

 

He sat behind the desk rested his eyes on that bookshelf. He got up walked towards it, coming back to the elegant office chair with a picture album in his hand. He opened it and found a baby’s footprints in a decaying piece of paper. He thought they were Viktor’s until a platinum-haired pre-teen was shown holding a baby in his arms. The pages to come showed the same smile in the older boy as only the length of his hair and the age of the smaller kid changed.

 

Occasionally, an old man would pop up here and there and make the picture brighter with a smile. This was only towards the beginning, that old man disappeared by the end.

 

Viktor’s hair no longer to his waist and the young boy now looking sad, was what abruptly contradicted every picture so far in that album: The child didn't smile, the old man completely gone and Viktor’s feminine self was gone. Even after the hell that must've happened for everyone to look dead, Viktor’s spirits were still there. That was the last picture.

 

Yuuri almost jumped as the same boy from the picture was now leaning on the doorframe. “Oh-sorry.” He closed the album and went to put it back, “I was just leav-”

 

“No. You- I … gotta talk to you.” He brought a hand to the back of his neck and sighed. It didn't require an expert in body language to see that this kid was being forced to do this. The tense of his shoulders and evasion of eye contact said it all.

 

This kid's air made Yuuri uncomfortable. Not only had he been found with a personal article he should not have been looking at, but last time he spoke to the blonde it almost ended in a fight. He looked at Yura, now steps away from him.

 

Yura huffed it out and looked at Yuuri in the eye, “I owe you an apology.”

 

Yuuri crossed his arms as this was more than awkward, a light blush took over his cheeks, he almost stuttered. “Thanks… thank you. It's-” He looked up at the teen standing at Viktor’s height, “It's ok, let's just forget about it.”

 

The embarrassment on Yuuri's face was comforting yet suspicious. he did see the kindness Viktor rambled more than once about, but he wasn't gonna magically switch out all the previous imagery he had of the Katsu Prince. Yes, it was petty but this could've been a well-improvised scene; the same manipulation tactics that got Yuuri into Viktor’s pants. “Yeah, that.” He nodded and walked out of the studio leaving Yuuri just standing there.

 

There were no threats exchanged but he still felt the resent those last words from Yura. He couldn't complain though, Viktor had warned him about his overprotective child. Those pictures he'd been looking at, only further proved of the closeness between those two. He couldn't blame the kid for protecting his only family from a total stranger.

 


 


He hung up and walked out of the kitchen. Something about calling home, even just to check up on his sister, was depressing. More knowing that according to Mari, his mom was either “doing something” or “not home” Whenever he called.

 

He knew things would get better; Hiroko just needed a little more time but This whole situation brought him to tears. Not only was he a homewrecker for getting in between Viktor and Yura, but also the slut his family rejected.

 

He heard Phichit walk into the room and dried that one tear coming out of his eye. A spot next to him sunk and he was given a much-needed shoulder to lean his head on. “What’s on your mind?”

 

“Everything... and It all comes back to him” Yuuri smiled only to make himself feel better. Maybe thinking of that calming scent would make him feel a little better, it honestly kind of did. He sighed and got up, “Go to class, I'll be fine.” An honest smile adorned his face.

 

Phichit didn't miss it; there was no way he could miss it. He sighed, as long as this white boy kept giving Yuuri some hope, he was clear on Phichit’s book.

 

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He wondered if maybe things would’ve turned out differently had he worded it in a different way: maybe called himself a dancer, an entertainer, a party host. These thoughts only came to his mind when he was not occupied with work and school, which was not often but still enough to make him space out for a moment.

 

Now, three months had gone by and yes, It was still unfortunate to not be connected with his family, but he wasn’t gonna let himself die of sadness. One could even say he got tired of being sad and put on a pair stiletto heels. This was the life he found when he got here and he loved it; the lights, the speed of the city, the grace of skyscrapers and believe it or not, the look of everyone as he walked in and took a seat by the bar. He was untouchable, powerful, a beauty of a man. He enthralled everyone with his presence alone.

 

Viktor, along with everyone else, just couldn't take his eyes off of him. One could say Viktor fell harder in love with Yuuri by the minute and it burned. He was bothered by having to share, but Yuuri’s couldn't be contained. Not now, not ever. That was the novelty of it.

 

That summer he watched Yuuri be busy with homework, finishing papers, frown at him, slam the door at him, not answer texts, ignore his attempts at flirting and even take flowers from other men at work. He felt the cold of a man not attached to anything but also the salt from the tears of a man that healed from growing pains. He was so much of a man that he was two people, a prince and a boy, a hybrid. It was amazing. Burning up was painful but it sure made Yuuri worth the world.

 

Everyday Viktor found more reasons to protect this man at all costs. Out of guilt and protection, he made the best of jobs when shielding Yuuri's face from cameras. Not like Yuuri didn't appreciate it, but he really had nothing to lose. Those were just cameras and everyone already knew they were together. So why hide?

 

Back to Viktor's guilt and it was all his fault for starting this. For exposing Yuuri and somehow being the reason why he wasn't on speaking terms with his mom. It was selfish but there was no force to pull him out of Yuuri's orbit. He was tied and strapped to those eyes, that smile, that body, and everything. There was no point in hiding it.

 

Out in the open and still young, things could only get better.

 


 

 

After dinner and eating, while talking about their futures, Phichit went packing and Yuuri did the dishes. As soon as he was done, he walked into the room and without knocking, he laid in bed next to phichit’s suitcase.

 

Phichit sipped it closed and put it next to another bag ready to leave. He took the space of the suitcase in the bad and laid next to Yuuri. They looked at each other in the eyes and like every good staring competition, they both let out a tear followed by a laugh.

 

Phichit sat up and dried the tear, “Don’t cry, Yuuri.”

 

“I’m not crying.” He let out another tear, “I’m laughing. Really, I’m extremely happy for you.”

 

He took Yuuri’s hand, “I’ll call, text, snap, DM, line, messenger, Whatsapp, email, post, myspace, MSN and even send you flying pigeons if I have to, but you’re talking to me every day. Got it?”

 

Yuuri smiled, “My baby’s going to Japan.” He took a deep breath to stop those tears betraying him. “You always wanted to travel and see the world and take a picture of everything on this planet. Go, run out there, stay safe and don’t forget about me.”

 

“That’s the first time that piece of advice that doesn’t come out cynical from you. You know, the whole “Just do it” spiel. At this rate, I should be the one telling you not to forget me.”

 

“Shut up.” he said playfully as he looked down, “Viktor might be great and all but… I’ll miss you.”

 

“Aww.” Phichit held his friend and in a tight embrace felt Yuuri cry a couple more tears before he was out the door and on his way to the airport.

 

He felt sad, of course, but relieved. He wasn’t leaving behind the Yuuri that tried satisfying everyone’s expectations and cared about everyone’s happiness but his own. This Yuuri was different. He was becoming a hybrid between his two lives daily and it all went back to that white boy setting him loose.

 

Whenever that man was mentioned he would fill up with hope, a brightness would take over his eyes, a gleam could be seen bouncing off his orbs. It was that same light that took over Phichit’s eyes whenever he spoke of seeing the world. It was passion, it was drive, it was love.

 

For better or worse, Viktor was changing Yuuri. Not like putting him on a leash but enticing that crazy within him that was always there and never dared to come out until now.

 

If this is what Viktor made Yuuri feel in 6 months of knowing each other, he could only imagine what was next. It was all up to Yuuri.

 


 

 

He texted Phichit and smiled at the reply. He could feel the boy’s excitement through the typos of fast texting and random emojis. Jumping around the world was something Phichit always wanted to do, in fact, it was the initial dream both of them shared. Yuuri wanted to travel the world for inspiration and Phichit wanted to photograph it all.

 

He put down the phone and looked into the mirror before him. Phichit was out there but what about him? What about the initial plan? He wouldn’t last forever, so what was next?

 

“No one can resist that Katsudon.”

 

He took a look at his well-manicured nails, the 5-inch stilettos on his feet, the translucent gown covering his body, the lingerie under it, the flowers piled up next to the mirror...

 

“I can't sleep… the more we make, the faster we pay and get out of here. Every day I go to the club I'm closer and closer to traveling around the world. Just imagine all the fun I- we could have.”

 

He stared into empty space and thought of where he stood now. Still stripping, dancing, with a hot rich boyfriend and almost out of school.

 

“I want to take you with me too.”

 

“you're gonna need material when you become a famous author.”

 

Did he really want that though? To be an author? I mean, he loved storytelling but nothing he was doing right now was getting him anywhere. All he really wanted to do was get it over with and be out of school, which he was gonna be a month from then.

 

He had a job, he was gonna keep on working. What about the dream?

 

Someone knocked on the door, “Whenever you’re ready.” It was his bodyguard.

 

“5 minutes.” He went back to doing his makeup.

 


 

 

She sipped on her drink wearing an open blazer with a bustier under it, black formal slacks gave the whole look an even more dominant look. She looked around.

 

Sara, the bartender gave her a smile. Mila returned it. And kept waiting for who she was really after. There he was.

 

But you are unforgettable

I need to get you alone

 

This guy really had something when he walked to the song almost as if dancing. The larger man behind him leaned to whisper something in his ear, that’s when the prince turned to her.

 

Even walking towards her, he had the grace of a god. Almost that of Viktor. She took one last sip as she saw for herself the type of man Viktor had described to him.

 

A fucking good time never hurt nobody

I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi

If you loved the girl then I'm so so sorry

 

“Anyone sitting here?” Yuuri went ahead and took the stool next to her.

 

“I was actually waiting for you.”

 

“First time here?” Yuuri leaned and crossed his legs.

 

She looked him up and down as she signaled the bartender, “get him what he usually gets.”

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“Mila, Mila Babicheva. And you’re the Yuuri Katsuki, also known as the Katsu Prince.”

 

“I am, full name and everything.” he got his drink and took a sip. The sexiness oozing from this man was enough justification for Viktor to go as dumb as he did every time she would ask anything about Yuuri. Again, she confirmed the intensity of this man’s presence. “Do I know you?”

 

“You don’t.” He raised an eyebrow, “I’m Viktor and Yuri’s manager.”

 

“Did Viktor send you.” He seemed angry at that.

 

“No, he doesn’t know I'm here talking to you.”

 

“Why are you here then?” His face went back to that raised eyebrow.

 

“To propose you an opportunity you can’t refuse.”

 

“What?-”

 

“10 minutes.”

 

Yuuri stared at her for a solid moment. His eyes withdrew almost as if hesitating.

 

“10 minutes.”

 

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“Please think about it, this is my business card. call me anytime at my personal number.”

 

Her words kept repeating in Yuuri's mind. he’d had clients give him their business cards but it was never like this. Not from a woman wanting to do business. Never this serious.

 

He drank from his can of beer and watched the sun go down. He needed to vent this out with someone. At least just to hear himself and then come to his own conclusions.

 

It was too early in Japan to call Phichit for advice, he didn't want to become a bother now that Chuchu was out there and getting settled in a different country. Of course, he could talk to Viktor, but he didn’t have the balls to walk up to him and say, “Hey, can I leech from your fame and make a name for myself. Thanks.” Even when Viktor offered to be his sugar daddy. He just couldn’t say yes; Yuuri couldn't say yes.

 

But someone else could: It was that person, that man within him in love with the lights that wanted it all. It was the prince who gave Mila those 10 minutes and kept that business car. That prince was the one brave enough, not Yuuri. He was just an overweight Japanese dude that turned pretty after midnight with some alcohol.

 

He laughed, it was funny. How could he ever become that “star” Mila talked about? He was average as fuck, who would give a shit about him?

 

Just when he started feeling it, he got up and drank what was left of his beer down the hatch. He took off his glasses and picked up his phone. He texted something and got on with finding a pair of pants.

 


 

 

Besides a couple of stares on the train, he made it to Viktor’s apartment with no issue. He ringed the doorbell and waited. All he heard was a bark and was quickly met with the eyes of a man that looked like he’d just seen God himself, “Makka, sit.” The doggie did as told letting those two have a peck on the lips, “Took you so long to get here.”

 

Yuuri ignored that, he knew where that question was gonna end up taking them. He rubbed the dog’s tummy, “You’re always so happy. Such a happy pupper.” The poodle did all kinds of spins in joy but dashed to the kitchen when Yuuri threw a toy knowing how hard it was to retrieve. He turned to Viktor, “The C train was having repairs.”

 

Viktor unzipped Yuuri’s coat, “Can you drive?.”

 

“I can, I don’t need a car though.” Yuuri let the man put his coat in the closet.

 

“Want one?” He closed the closet door ever so casually, “I can give you one of mine or get you your own if that's what you-”

 

He interrupted, “No, I’m good.”

 

“Sure? Cause I have no problem-”

 

“I’m good.” he interrupted again looking at Viktor in the eye.

 

He noticed the huge wall Yuuri had built around the topic of getting him things and held Yuuri’s hand. It wasn’t the first time Yuuri had abruptly shut down the possibility of Viktor gifting him something expensive and this time he wasn’t gonna let it slide, “I have a question.”

 

He should've kept ignoring Viktor. Here they went, “What is it?” He was still cold to the touch as Viktor tried wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s waist.

 

“Your birthday’s coming up, right?” He did that charming smile only a master con artist could do.

 

“Yes.” He was serious.

 

He pulled Yuuri completely against his body, “How about you let me spoil you for that day.”

 

“No.” He almost pulled away, Viktor kissed him. “Still, no.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“I can’t… I already told you I'm not that type of-”

 

“And what’s so bad about being that type of person? Who are you running away from?”

 

He looked at Viktor in the eye, a frown forming on his forehead. “Viktor, I don’t know if you actually read the headlines but-”

 

“Yeah yeah- they think you’re with me for the money cause that’s what all strippers do, is that it?” He let the silence speak for itself, “I couldn't give one less flying fuck about what anyone thinks ‘cause I know you’re not like that. You’re hardworking, you earn your own money, you pay your own bills and a private university on top of that. Those magazines see you as the luckiest gold digger but they don’t know you, they know nothing about you.”

 

Yuuri kept quiet, like a child just spoken to by a parent. It was like that in a sense; Viktor was just so high up and out there, he was just a random lucky guy. He looked down.

 

Viktor raised his chin, “Don’t you let anyone tell you how much you’re worth unless they say you’re worth it all and everything. Look up, rise. If you show them you’re bad, be wicked. If you’re good, put mother Teresa to shame. You have nothing to be afraid of, as long as you love it.”

 

That was Viktor, he always knew what to say, “Thanks.” He held onto Viktor tight, taking in that sweet scent that made it all better. It was always warm in his arms, too warm.

 


 


He ran his hands through Yuuri’s hair as a movie played. Honestly, the only one paying attention to it was Makkachin and even he was falling asleep.

 

Viktor turned it down just a bit, he liked the quiet rise and fall of Yuuri’s stomach as he napped. It was calming, relaxing to watch. He sighed, “I love you.”

 

Yuuri smiled, he wasn’t quite sleeping. He opened his eyes, “You do.”

 

“Gonna stay overnight?” He almost whispered.

 

“No.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“You’re not getting laid.”

 

He gasped as if offended, “I never said that.”

 

“You meant it.” He sat up and placed himself on Viktor’s lap only to let his head over his boyfriend’s shoulder.

 

“All I want is to have a sleepover,” He turned to have his face just millimeters from Yuuri, “With cuddles, in my room-”

 

“Ok.”

 

“With you wearing my clothes...” He kissed and let their foreheads touch, “...and waking up by my side tomorrow.”

 

Just because Viktor always got what he wanted, that was exactly how it played. Yuuri just kept falling harder for this man.

 


 

 

The doorbell rang, he went for it. “Hello.”

 

“Hi.” she shook his hand.

 

“Come in, I didn’t think you’d come so fast.” He let her into the small living room, luckily there wasn’t any mess.

 

“Traffic was on my side today. Usually, it takes an eternity to come down here from Westchester.” She took off her coat and her shoes when she saw the rack by the door.

 

“Yeah. take a seat.” Yuuri waited for her to sit first and then sat, “I have a question about the contract.”

 

Mila pulled a computer out of her handbag and placed it on her lap, “let’s hear it.”

 

Yuuri crossed his arms and hesitantly spoke, “Well… I want to graduate college first before I- we do anything.”

 

“Yeah, sure.” She looked up at her screen, “That’s actually what I was going to recommend we do.” she quickly went over what she had on her screen and looked up. “First, we’re gonna need time to work on your PR.”

 

“PR?”

 

“We’ll call up an agency, get your social media some more followers and loosen you up with the cameras.”

 

“About that...”

 

“If there’s anything you don’t feel comfortable with, we can find other ways.”

 

“Yeah.” he let out an awkward laugh, which Mila noticed.

 

“Nervous?”

 

“I mean-” He crossed his legs on the couch bringing the hems of his sweater over his hands, “A little.”

 

She turned to Yuuri and put her computer on the table, “What are you nervous about?”

 

“What will we be doing?” It all came out as doubtful. He wanted in but it wasn’t like he would sell his soul in one day.

 

“We can do 2 things. Make you a model or keep on promoting you as a dancer. In both, you’d be traveling around the world and getting gigs everywhere. From there you can make your own brand, invest, keep working and make your money work for you. It’s really in your hands. Whatever you want to do, I'm just here to figure out the logistics of it.” She let Yuuri take it in for a second and think.

 

Not nervous but scared. This would change everything, but wasn’t that what he needed? A change of air? Contradicting but so were each and every one of his thoughts. He dreaded the jump but going with it was the only thing that was ever gonna get him out of there; Out of New York like his dream of traveling the world got him out of Japan.

 

He took a deep breath and let go of the doubt holding him back. He had enough of wasting time, “Sounds good”