Victor asks his parents to marry him that same day, and even though they all had looked highly sceptical when Yuuri came home and said he had been courted by a duke for two months, they take it in stride when Victor is sitting in their very small sitting room. His parents are surprised, but joyous as they grant the young couple permission to marry. Although they do not need it, Yuuri feels a lot more secure in knowing his parents approve. It makes it feel as if this entire thing isn’t as insane as it truly is, because Yuuri is well aware that it is. Still, he does not mind too much. They can all say what they will, as long as Victor keeps looking at him as if he hung the moon and the stars.
A date for three months ahead is set, to grant Victor the possibility to get all the paperwork in order. They decide to hold the ceremony at the Nikiforov estate and with the help of Yuuri’s aunt Minako, invitations go out to the guests the following week. It is a strange mix of people, with it being Lords, Ladies, Maquess and other nobility from Victor’s side, and farmers, maids and merchants from Yuuri. It is hard to do anything but laugh at the situation and they both seem to have silently agreed to simply go with the flow of things, for this is not how neither of them thought their wedding would look like. Neither seem to mind.
Victor has a small town house in the village that Victor’s estate supports and Yuuri’s family follows him to live there a week before the wedding. They have hardly been able to meet at all between the engagement and the wedding and Yuuri’s heart soars when he locks eyes with Victor for the first time in what feels like forever as he steps through the doors of the estate for the first time, the house that is to be his home for the rest of his life.
The house is being decorated as he steps in, and all of the servants greets him with utmost respect, which leads to Yuuri blushing fiercely. It feels strange, to be on the other side of it, to not be one of the maids in row, curtsying as a Lady or Lord walks by. This is to be his life now, he must try to get used to it. Yuuri can only hope that he will be able to feel safe in his new home and not have to deal with something like what happened at the Giacometti estate.
Victor seems to have missed him just as much, hands twitching by his sides as he steps up to greet Yuuri and his family. They are given the grand tour and Yuuri fears he might get lost wandering the endless halls of the massive house. Yuuri may have to draw up a map.
They spend every day after that together, walking through the gardens, drinking tea in the sitting room and going horseback riding, because Victor has already bought him his own horse. How this became Yuuri’s life, he’s not sure.
The morning before the wedding Yuuri is permitted to enter what will be their chambers for the first time. It is a deep blue room with soft gold patterns adorning the walls. There are two large windows overlooking the gardens and also letting in soft morning light. Victor is not there, he’s gone to get ready for the wedding and so will Yuuri soon, a maid who is to become his ladies maid waiting in the adjoining room. First, he has to construct a nest for him and his mate. Yuuri smiles as he turns to the four poster plush bed, stacks of pillows and blankets neatly placed on top of the covers.
Giddy for all the soft and beautiful nesting materials, Yuuri rushes over to start constructing. He almost starts to purr when he realises that Victor has already scented everything and hurries to do the same, burying his face in some of the material so to be able to catch some of their mixed scent. After tonight, they will both carry that scent with them for as long as they both shall live.
Yuuri is an excellent nester. There are not many things he is proud of, but his nests are one thing he is. With both the quantity and quality of the materials his soon to be mate has provided, Yuuri constructs the most beautiful nest he’s ever made. It is larger than he usually does, but it is to host two people. He looks it over one final time, tucking some stray edges of blankets into the mattress to smooth the edges, and blushes as he thinks of all the things he hopes his soon to be husband will do to him in it later tonight.
Yuuri has been very much imagining it ever since he first laid eyes on the alpha and the two heats that he has spent since then has consisted of him shouting his soon to be Lord husband’s name into the mattress of his bed as he tried to fill himself with his fingers, wishing it was something with more girth. He has every hope that most of those fantasies will come true in the foreseeable future, all Yuuri has to do is get through today.
The ceremony takes place in the estate’s drawing room. Victor has bought him a whole new set up all the way from his chemice to the outer sheer white lace dress with a train. When the maid is finished getting him into it, a lovely white laced hair piece on his head, Yuuri can almost admit he looks good. Not worthy of someone as handsome as Victor, but almost beautiful. His father is waiting in the hall and Yuuri finds it an immense relief that he does not have to walk down the stairs alone.
When Victor sees him Yuuri’s confidence only grows, for not only is his soon to be alpha the most breathtaking being in the room, he’s also looking at Yuuri as if Yuuri is an angel who has descended to the earth to grace his life with love and life. It’s dangerously addictive.
The ceremony is short, as they always are, and the guests are sparse, as they always are. Yuuri’s family, Victor’s closest friends Lord Giacometti and Lord Plisertsky with their mates as well as the servants concludes the party who gets to see maid Yuuri Katsuki become Duchess Yuuri Nikiforov with the slide of a golden band upon his finger. There are tears in Victor’s eyes as Yuuri slides the matching band over the alpha’s knuckles, and more than ever has Yuuri longed for them to be alone, so he could simply hold Victor close.
The lines are signed and the one who seems least worried about them being so is Yuuri. He knows their value and what they mean for his statue in this marriage, but Yuuri has given Victor his heart, all legal transactions feel very secondary. The wedding breakfast concludes in far more guests, some who throw disgusted glances towards Yuuri and some who simply congratulate them. Yuuri does not care much either way. His husband seems to not be able to take his eyes off him, and Yuuri shares that sentiment greatly. He wants them all gone so he can take his lovely Lord husband up to their nest and indulge. After the cake has been sliced, Yuuri feels utmost grateful to Phichit who promises that he and Lord Giacometti will make sure everyone leaves, so Yuuri can grab his husband by the hand and sneak away up the stairs.
The door closes behind them with a soft click, the curtains already drawn but with the soft afternoon light shining in through the cracks between the heavy fabric and the window. They have never been alone like this before, and Yuuri’s body is already hot with the way Victor is looking at him. He turns around carefully, back turned towards his alpha, and takes a steadying breath.
“Help me with the buttons?”
Yuuri feels his entire body tremble with anticipation as Victor’s large and warm hands land on his waist. He longs deeply to feel Victor’s hands on his skin, touch where no one beside himself has touched before. Victor asked if Yuuri wanted his maid to undress him but Yuuri had refused. He wants only his husband’s hands on him tonight. His husband’s scent is spiked with arousal and Yuuri can’t help but let out a small sighs as Victor’s hands start to travel upwards to his neck. The sapphire collar Victor gifted him as an engagement gift is resting on his neck and Victor’s hands travel there first, caressing the exposed skin there and Yuuri gasps, eyes falling shut. If such a small touch can have him tingling how is he supposed to survive the night? He can already feel slick start to coat his thighs from how lust drunk he’s getting on his husband’s scent.
“You look absolutely marvelous, darling,” Victor murmurs in his ear as he unclasps the collar, letting it slide off Yuuri’s neck. “I could hardly wait to have you alone.”
Victor’s hands leave him for a minute, and Yuuri stands perfectly still as he hears the collar being placed on the vanity. It does not take long, but it feels like forever, before Victor’s hands find him again. This time they go straight to the buttons in the back, as soft lips press against the back of his neck.
“Haa-,” Yuuri breathes, body feeling ignited as the alpha opens his lips to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck as shoulders as he feels the beautiful wedding dress slide of his shoulders to pool at his ankles.
“So beautiful, Yuuri. I can not believe I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband,” Victor whispers into his skin as his hands find the petticoat and pushes it past Yuuri's hips to fall down and join the silk and lace that's already on the floor. They must both have cost a fortune and they should hang them up, to make sure the fabric does not frill or wrinkle, but Yuuri does not care, not when Victor’s hands have started unlacing the corset and Yuuri can feel his breath ghost across his skin.
“I-I am the lucky one,” Yuuri protests. “To have such a handsome alpha want me, someone so caring and strong, I never would have thought I would have something like this.”
Yuuri means it, but he does not care about the house and the estate and the wealth. He would have married Victor even if he was a penniless farmer’s boy who were to inherit nothing. The truth is Victor has his heart, and Yuuri will strive every day to be worthy of this gift life has bestowed upon him.
“I have longed so to touch you, to have you here with me. These months have been torture to be apart,” Victor says as the corset falls to the floor and Victor presses him back to his firm chest. It may be the air filled with the scent of their joined arousal, Victor’s hands on his body or his sweet words in his ears but a surge of confidence fills Yuuri, making him bold, making him want more
“I agree, let’s never do it again,” he says as he turns in Victor’s grip pushing up on his toes as his hands steady him on Victor’s chest. Their lips press against each other, and Victor taste sweet and lovely and alpha and it makes Yuuri’s head spin with want.
Victor grips his waist tightly, pushing their bodies together and pressed together like this, Yuuri can feel Victor’s erection press against his hip. It gives him endless pleasure to know that Victor is as affected by this as he is. He lets his hands travel inside his husband’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders so it joins Yuuri’s discarded garments on the floor. His fingers find the short strands of Victor’s hair at the nape of his neck and he tugs, pressing their mouths together. Victor licks at the seam of his lips and Yuuri opens up instantly, needing more, craving more.
He lets his hands wander, finding the clasp of the vest and pushes it off, just as he feels Victor’s warm hands push the chemise off his shoulders, leaving Yuuri only in his stockings and garter holder. Victor stills then, pulling back slightly to look down Yuuri’s body and Yuuri aches. His tights are coated in slick, cock erect and his entire body feels like it is on fire. His husband sucks in a breath, eyes dark as they come back to meet Yuuri’s.
“May I carry you to bed, darling?” Victor asks and Yuuri can only nod as his eyes takes in his Lord husband’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Strong hands travel down his back to his ass, down his soaked thighs and Yuuri goes willingly, arms around his alpha’s shoulders as Victor lifts him up. Yuuri presses his lips against Victor’s again as they move across the floor, trying to push down the urge to press closer to gain more friction against his erection. He’s almost painfully hard, and he can feel that Victor is too.
Victor places him carefully on the bed, immediately letting his lips travel down Yuuri’s jaw and neck.
“Victor,” Yuuri gasps as the alpha presses his lips against his scent gland, hips bucking up.
“I can hardly wait to sink my teeth into you,” Victor says as his mouth and hands continue to wander downwards. “To make you mine completely.”
Yuuri moans, both at the words and because Victor’s mouth has found his right nipple and sucks. He grabs at Victor’s shirt, pulling it out of his breachers, needing more of his husband’s skin exposed, wanting them skin to skin.
“Victor, please,” Yuuri asks and his husband leaves one last kiss on his chest before rising, making quick way of his shirt and pants. Yuuri can only stare, going up on his elbows as he watches his husband kneeling between his thighs, undressing.
Victor is a vision, handsome and beautiful, and his body is much the same. Shoulders and arms strong and sculpted, chest toned and stomach flat. Yuuri can not stop his eyes as they continue to wander downwards, getting his first look of his alpha’s cock. Yuuri can not help but lick his lips at the sight, flushed pink and leaking, standing hard and erect, so long and wide. Yuuri wants him in him more than he thought was possible.
“Oh,” Yuuri breathes out and Victor smirks, finally gloriously naked.
“I hope I please you?” Victor asks and Yuuri blushes fiercely as he nods, letting his legs fall even more open. He’s soaking wet, the need to have Victor’s hands on him, in him growing every second.
“You please me greatly,” Yuuri admits as Victor moves his hand to Yuuri’s garter belt, sliding it off his hips and letting the stockings go with them until they are both completely bare.
“Come kiss me,” Yuuri begs, bringing his arms around Victor’s neck to pull him down. Victor goes willingly, covering Yuuri’s body with his. As he presses down, Yuuri can feel his erection graze the skin of his stomach and he shudders, thinking about how soon it will be filling him instead. The kiss soon turns heated, tongues dancing as they both start rocking their hips together, seeking friction. Yuuri feels as if he’s entire body is burning, but it’s a different fire than during a heat. It’s more a want than a need, a longing and desire. He can’t help but moan into Victor’s mouth, letting his hands grab tightly at Victor's lower back when the alpha sucks at his lower lip. It’s too much, but not enough. Yuuri needs more, wants to be claimed and claim in return. The kiss breaks both of them panting as they lock eyes.
“I beg you, Victor. Please,” Yuuri gasps, breaths rapid and chest heaving.
“Anything, my love,” Victor vows, leaning down to softly peck at Yuuri’s bruised lips, his jaw, his neck. “Ask it and it shall be yours.”
“Make love to me?” Yuuri asks, voice only a whisper as he lets his eyes fall closed.
“It would be my utmost pleasure,” Victor says, leaning on one elbow by Yuuri’s head while the one hand starts caressing down his body.
“You are truly marvelous,” the alpha says, nipping at the scent gland, making Yuuri gasp, hand traveling lower and lower as the anticipation in Yuuri’s gut tightens. Victor caresses his cock softly, his hand coming to circle the hard length, stroking slowly upwards.
“Aaah,” Yuuri gasps rocking into Victor’s touch, feeling love drunk on Victor’s scent and repeated whispers of ‘so lovely, so beautiful’ in his ear. Victor gives his cock a few pumps before releasing it, hand traveling lower. His hands moves smoothly though the slick and he easily finds Yuuri’s entrance, circling the rim once before pushing a finger in.
“Yes-,” Yuuri hisses, hips rocking to get the digit deeper inside. He longs so to be Victor’s completely, wants more.
“Amazing, Yuuri,” Victor whispers, finger rocking in and out of Yuuri as his hole relaxes. A second finger follows and then a third and Yuuri is a whimpering mess, needily begging for Victor to fill him up more. Victor obeys, the loving adoring husband that Yuuri knows him to be. He pulls his fingers out and slicks his cock up, blunt head pressing at his entrance. Yuuri can feel his body give in, opening up and as Victor sinks in, all Yuuri can do is gasp, body trembling under the overwhelming onslaught of emotions that fills him. Victor’s scent is filled with love and arousal and Yuuri feels it too in his entire being. When Victor is finally seated fully inside him, stretching him more than he ever thought was possible, Yuuri can not hold back a small sob. Victor straightens, eyes wide with worry as they dart across Yuuri’s expression.
“Yuuri, Darling, are you alright?” he asks, hands coming up to caress away the stray tear that has escaped the corner of Yuuri’s eye.
“I love you, I love you so,” Yuuri gasps, unable to hold back all the emotions he’s feeling. He grips Victor tight, pressing up so he can bury his face in Victor’s neck, rocking his hips up slowly so to ease the burning need pooling in his stomach. Victor moans, fingers coming to tangle in Yuuri’s hair.
“Me too, sweetheart,” Victor whispers, breaths ragged, hitching with each roll of Yuuri’s hips. “Oh-, Y-you feel so good, I love you so, Yuuri.” Victor starts to roll his hips down to, pushing into Yuuri’s heat over and over and the friction is delicious, pleasure building and building and then Victor shifts his hips, angle changing and hits something that has Yuuri’s eyes flying open, unseeingly staring at stars erupts in his vision.
“Ah, Yes-, yes- Victor,” Yuuri all but shouts, head thrown back. The pleasure is so good, so consuming he feels like he’s drowning in it.
Their pace increases, both of them gasping and moaning as they rock together. Victor’s hand caressing down his chest, finding his cock again and as he starts to stroke in time with their thrusts, he pulls Yuuri’s mouth to his own scent gland. Yuuri kisses at is softly before sucking, the taste of Victor exploding on his tongue. He can feel the base of Victor’s cock expanding.
“Bite me, Yuuri. Make sure everyone sees how you’ve captured my entire being.”
Yuuri shivers, tongue swiping at where Victor’s scent is the strongest. The pleasure is making him hazy, mind consumed by Victor pounding into him, knot so close to expanding completely inside him, Victor’s scent in his nose and taste on his tongue, love in his chest. It’s instinct, as if their bodies already knows each other for when Victor shouts his name, knot locking them together Yuuri’s mouth opens and then his teeth are sinking into Victor’s skin, the taste of blood exploding in his mouth. As he feels a sharp pain at the side of his neck he comes, painting his and Victor’s stomach white before a feeling of euphoria fills him. The bond explodes in his mind, Victor’s love and adoration filling him to the brim. It’s the last thing he knows before the world goes blank.
When Yuuri wakes, it is in a warm embrace, a nest that smells like home and a heart full of love. Victor’s arms are wound tight around his waist as Yuuri’s head lays pillowed on his chest. When glancing up he can see Victor’s sharp jaw and silver lashes, lips slightly parted as small breaths puffs out of them in time with the rising of his chest. Yuuri can’t help but straighten in the embrace, let his fingers caress away the silver strands that have fallen into his mate’s face. He’s lovely. Yuuri will never understand how he got this lucky, to be loved by such a wonderful alpha.
Everything feels right.
They will surely meet obstacles in the future, and Yuuri holds no claims to think that his place beside Victor won’t be challenged and questioned. Let them. Let them see how Yuuri stole the desirable Duke Nikiforov from the world. Yuuri does not care about what they think. He can feel Victor’s love though the bond, and how his echoes back. That is truly all that matters.