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Yuuri groans as Mari drags him down the crowded downtown streets. Phichit follows closely behind, his phone pointed at the two while he laughs.
“Yuuri, you look amazing.”
“I look stupid.”he protests. “These pants are too tight and this shirt is annoying.” He looks down at the ensemble, which Mari had to actually buy him instead of just giving the okay to something in his closet. It’s nothing he would ever wear without being forced to. Slick black jeans a size too small, a black high collared button up with lace patterns snaking up his chest. It’s flashy and calls too much attention to parts of his body he’s not so comfortable with showing. But he wears it because if he doesn’t his sister would find something far worse.
Mari tugs him faster down the block. “I can’t have you walking into a club with me looking how you usually do. This is a classy establishment and you have to dress to impress.” She sings.
Yuuri frowns “Classy? How the hell is this classy? I look like I’m about to strip at some rich kid’s party.”
She ignores him, leading the two boys to a large building at the end of a well lit and colorful block of the town. Unlike the other club he’s been too, this one was well kept, fancy, high class even. Complete with a red carpeted path and bouncers dressed in sleek suits.
Mari flashes a smile to them and presents their Id’s, getting them in easily and without issue. The inside is loud and dim, but it’s not grimy or dirty like the other club. This place is clean with white walls and tiled floors. The tables are all tall with red cushioned bar stools instead of chairs or booths. The bar against the back wall looks nothing like the usual dingy bar with cheap drinks. It’s extravagant looking and Yuuri is pretty sure he couldn’t afford anything that’s on the menu.
Even the men and women there are far better dressed than typical club goers. It’s a different atmosphere, one that makes Yuuri a bit more apprehensive about entering.
“Did we really have to come all the way here? There are about a billion other places we could go.” Yuuri whines and Phichit pats his back.
“Don’t whine. This will be fun, Yuuri. Besides, your sister says she’s paying for drinks and that’s good enough to get me out of the room.”
Mari turns on her heels, giving the two boys a wink. “I have a few friends I’m meeting here so you have to meet them.”
Yuuri’s eyes go wide. He hadn’t heard about this. She never mentioned anything about other people. He didn’t have the energy to do any extra social interaction. “Can I pass on that? You know how hard it is for me to even casually talk to people. All I’m going to do is make this awkward for you.”
Phichit is one thing. Phichit can talk to anyone about anything. He has a dazzling smile and a shining personality. Everyone likes Phichit, it’s common knowledge. People go out of their way to talk to his friend. Yuuri only met the people he knows because of Phichit.
This situation was all up his alley. But not Yuuri’s. Yuuri wants to run as far away as possible from this before his anxiety gets the best of him.
“No way. I’ve already told them we’re here.” Mari throws an arm around Yuuri’s neck, and begins walking to an empty table. “It’ll be fine. Hinata is the nicest girl you’ll ever meet. Her brother is a bit weird but he’s fun. Maybe you’ll snatch his number, Yuuri.” She teases, pinching his cheek.
That’s the last thing Yuuri wants to do but he laughs it off so he doesn’t seem suspicious. He can’t let Mari catch wind of anything because once she does he won’t be able to escape her prying.
“He’s a cutie. Just as good looking as that teacher of yours.” She pauses. “Okay maybe not that good looking but he’s definitely a hottie. He even owns his own business.”
“Maybe he can be your sugar daddy.” Phichit adds to the teasing, clearly enjoying how this whole thing is turning out.
Yuuri flushes, ignoring the two. “Can I at least get a drink first.” He buries his face into his hands. He’s learned over the years that when his sister wants to do something with him, she will always get her way. “If I’m going to get through this then I need a drink in me.”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” She slaps his back before heading to the bar.
Phichit immediately leans in close to him. “Please tell me I’m not going to have to tell Viktor on you.”
“No way. I have no intention of flirting or getting anybody’s number.”
“Well I hope not. I’d hate to have to slap some sense into you in front of everyone.”
“Just don’t let me drink anymore than I should.”
“Gotcha.” Phichit gives him his best solute. “No drunk Yuuri tonight. Only slightly buzzed Yuuri.”
Mari returns with drinks for all of them, which Yuuri sips at slowly for almost ten minutes until Mari’s eyes light up and she jumps off of her stool.
“Hinata!” She smiles, as a small girl in a red dress with short black hair approaches. Mari embraces her tightly before turning her attention to the man who follows. “ And look at you, Kaname. You’re so much taller than I remember.” Mari wraps her arms around a tall man with broad shoulders and dark brown hair that frames his face.
“And you’re so much louder.” he laughs, holding her tightly. His eyes flicker up, meeting Yuuri’s. “This is your baby brother?”
Mari beams, motioning at Yuuri who holds out his hand for the other man to shake. “I’m Yuuri Katsuki.” He tries to smile though he’s sure it comes out awkward because he hears Phichit snicker.
“Well Yuuri, we’ve both heard a lot about you.” Kaname gives a slight smile as he releases Yuuri’s hand. “She never mentioned how grown you’ve become.”
His sister slides up beside him. “The last time she showed us a picture of you, you were in your high school uniform. Your cheeks were so round.” she smiles before pulling him in for a hug and stroking his head. “You’ve grown up so much.”
Mari laughs. “He’s still a dork. Just a slightly taller one. The cheeks are still there though.”
Yuuri flushes, wanting so badly to hide away from all of this talk. “Mari.” He says with a warning tone.
“Anyway.” She ignores him. “This is Phichit, he’s Yuuri’s roommate and much more fun.”
The siblings laugh before all five of them take a seat around the table. Both drinks and food are ordered and soon Yuuri is surrounded by loud laughs and an exchanging of stories between his sister and her friends.
He doesn’t add much to the conversation. Other than a few jabs at Mari who was consistently edging him on and making him the butt of all the jokes. It’s almost as bad as family gatherings. The ones where tons of people he doesn’t know wrap their arms around him and tell him how much they remember about his childhood.
Mari hadn’t been lying when she said that Kaname was strange. He was. He was the type of guy who couldn’t take even the most obvious of hints. Of course he had made sure to sit by Yuuri, and of course he had offered to buy him a drink, which Yuuri kindly refused. Then there was the questions, and Yuuri knew tonight was going to be a long one. One that he may or may not be ready for.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Kaname asks casually, bringing his drink to his lips slowly. He directs the question at Yuuri, who struggles to keep himself from stuttering out his response.
“I’m focussing on my studies more than a relationship at the moment. Classes are tough.” he laughs. “So dating and all that really isn’t in the cards for me right now.”
“Unfortunate.” Kaname eyes scan him over for the millionth time. “My guess is you’ve broken quite a few hearts with that response.”
Yuuri waves his hands in front of himself. “No, not even close. It’s not like that at all. I mostly keep to myself other than a few friends. I’m a bit shy.” he says with a laugh. “And there is about a one hundred percent chance that everyone in my classes is far better looking. So no, no heartbreaking here.”
“I doubt that.” The other man says with such smoothness Yuuri barely registers the hand scooting close to his, the fingers brushing against the top of his skin. He only focuses in when Phichit slurps his drink audibly.
“You uh, surely you have someone in your life.” Yuuri says trying desperately to shift the focus. “You’re a good looking guy I’m sure there are plenty of people just-” He sees phichit facepalm out of the corner of his eye and he knows he’s said something wrong.
“So you think I’m good looking?” Kaname winks.
Yuuri internally screams. Why was he so bad at this? How the hell was this guy not taking a hint? And just why was Phichit not helping, at all?
His face flushes in both embarrassment and frustration “I meant, I was just—”
“No need to retract that statement.” Kaname sips on his drink, a cocky smile painted on his face. “Maybe you’re not as shy as you think, huh?” he leans in closer, free hand slightly grazing against Yuuri’s thigh. The atmosphere almost shifts around him. “You know I was not completely up for going out tonight, but I’m glad I did.”
“Kaname!” Mari calls out, “Are you trying to hit on my little brother?” she teases and Yuuri has never been more thankful of his sister trying to embarrass him.
“Trying? No. I’m definitely in the process.” He laughs before his eyes dart back to Yuuri who is trying his best not to completely freak out. He wants to leave.
“Are you now? Well don’t think you’re walking off with him or anything. And keep your hands to yourself or I’m having you kicked out of this place!” She points at him accusingly before giving Yuuri a small wink.
Yuuri just wants to die now. This was a mess a complete and utter mess. Why? After years of suffering through school and battling self esteem and anxiety issues, now all of a sudden there was some guy he didn’t know hitting on him. Why today of all days did this have to happen? As many times in high school as he secretly wished some older and attractive man would hit on him or slide him a phone number only to be met with looks of disgust when he so much as opened his mouth to talk to a guy.
Sure he’s...a tiny bit flattered but this guy was coming on so strong that Yuuri was not even sure what to do about it. And he certainly can’t outright say he’s in a relationship.
So Yuuri stays quiet and coy as they chat more about school and work. Kaname talks about his business he owns and the new building they’ve moved to. Phichit talks about classes and professors who pretend to know more than what they actually do.
Which leads the conversation in a direction that has Yuuri’s stomach doing acrobatics.
Of course it’s Mari who brings Viktor up.
“You’ve got to show them, Phichit. Show them that one professor, the uh, the Russian one with those blue eyes.”
Phichit’s fingers are already on his phone typing away and pulling up photos that Yuuri may or may not have saved on his laptop.
“He’s a professor? Holy shit!” Hinata chuckles. “Damn how do you focus on class with him teaching.”
Phichit snorts. “You don’t. You sit there staring at his ass until the bell rings. Right, Yuuri? Oh— Yuuri is in his class by the way.” He looks directly at Kaname when he says that.
“Is he as handsome in person then?” The older man leans toward Yuuri. “I feel like I can’t compete with that.”
Phichit is quick to lean across the table and take his hand before it can snake its way to Yuuri. “Don’t worry. Yuuri is way too shy for that. He wouldn’t even let me make him a dating profile. The most action he gets from Professor Nikiforov, is getting his test graded.”
Yuuri glares, but lets it fade quickly to not arouse suspicion.
“There is no way he doesn’t have a wife or husband or someone he’s fucking.”
“Language!” Hinata warns her brother but he brushes her off with a laugh.
“All I’m saying is no man that looks that good stays single. He must be dating some model or something like that.”
Phichit giggles knowingly and Yuuri kicks him under the table.
Yes. Tonight was going to be a long night.
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“We have to do this again!” Mari is all smiles as the group stands outside the club. Their bellies are full of drinks and their feet are all sorts of sore from the dancing. All but Yuuri who did his best to hang back or excuse himself to the bathroom multiple times just to get away from Kaname’s insistent behaviour. They older man was practically following him around. Like some puppy. Except Yuuri loved puppies. This guy he just wanted to escape from. Phichit was no help in the matter. He was more focussed on laughing and taking pictures.
So when it’s time to finally pack up and go, Yuuri is far more than eager to do so.
“Maybe next time we’ll fly to Japan to see you.”
“Yes!” Mari throws her arm drunkenly around Phichit. Even Yuuri can smell the alcohol on her breath from where he stands. “We can party at the onsen of course.”
“We’d love that!” Hinata beams.
Kaname takes the moment to tap Yuuri’s shoulder. “Please tell me this isn’t the last time i’m going to see you, right?” Without even waiting for a response he pulls out his phone. Yuuri knows where this is going.
“I’ve been so busy lately, and tests are coming up so i’m sure how much free time I’ll have.”
Kaname doesn’t get the hint. Instead he steps in close, bringing one arm to Yuuri’s hip and pulling him close.
“In that case we will have to exchange number. Keep in contact.”
Yuuri has no idea how to say no. He’s not even sure if this guy knows the meaning it. So instead Yuuri nods slowly, digging into his pocket for his phone. He forces a smile as Kaname clinks the tips of their phones together. A little email emoji pops up, jumping on the screen as the contact info saves.
“There.” Kaname winks as he slides his phone back into his pocket. “This has been an amazing evening and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do this again. Maybe...with the two of us next time?”
Yuuri clears his throat. All he wants to do is get home and a95.00d to see him, even if it was just for a moment. “Maybe.” He tries not to sound too interested, looking back at phichit who has been completely useless this whole night.
“I’ll text you. We can make plans.”
Yuuri doesn’t respond, simply smiles in an attempt to appease the clingy boy.
It seems to work, he gives one last wink before turning and joining his sister in saying goodbye to Mari. Yuuri reveles in the freedom, taking in a deep breath before trudging to Phichit’s side.
Kaname makes good on his promise to text him. In fact, he texts him so much that Yuuri grows tired of his own ringtone and mutes it. He does his best not to respond. Keeping any text he sends a simple emoji or one word. All while Phichit snickers and teases him about the whole situation.
He doesn’t tell Viktor. He doesn’t know why but he never mentions the texts or Kaname at all. Perhaps it’s because he’s afraid. He and Viktor have been doing so well lately he didn’t want anything to derail that. And though he trusts Viktor there is still a little voice in the back of his mind telling him that the Russian would be angry with him. He’ll tell him eventually and maybe they will laugh about it, he hopes.
When Yuuri does get the chance to talk or see Viktor at school he doesn’t mention it. Instead they talk about seeing each other. How neither one can wait till they get some time alone.
“Don’t space out on me.” Phichit taps Yuuri’s head. “Class is over and you know what that means.”
“Mari wants to go skating, I know.” Yuuri sighs. He had hoped to get a few minutes after class alone with the professor. It seems like that wasn’t going to happen. “I wish she would give me at least five minutes alone.”
“So you and Viktor can make out on his desk?”
“I just want to be able to talk to him face to face, y’know.” He sighs. “I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I can’t help but worry.”
Phichit gives him a soft smile. “Tell you what. Since I’m the best friend ever I’ll go on ahead and keep your dear sister occupied and you can walk back with Mr. handsome.”
“I love you, you know that.” Yuuri pulls his friend into an embrace. “And I am going to pay you back. I promise.”
“I know you will.” Phichit winks before grabbing his bag and scurrying away.
Yuuri waits until the classroom empties, occupying his time by cleaning out his desk. He sees Viktor watching him, and once the last student has trickled out Yuuri gathers his things and walks to the front desk.
“Hi, stranger.” Viktor says, not hesitating as he pulls Yuuri by the waist and kisses him. “Texts are not good enough.”
“I know. I’ve missed you too.” They share another kiss. “Just a few more days. My sister has to head back to help my mom with the onsen.”
“Mm, and my brother, as stubborn as he is, refuses to leave. But he seems to agree with me that it’s best to get his own place if he’s staying long term.”
“Your brother doesn’t seem to like me very much.”
Viktor throws back his head and laughs. “He doesn’t really like anyone if I’m being honest. Especially not me.” Viktor grabs his suitcase from his desk and the two begin their walk across campus.
“I remember him mentioning your parents wanting you to return?”
“Yeah. My parents are both successful business owners. My whole family really. They wanted me to join in the ranks and take over but…”
“You left to teach here.”
Viktor nods. “They never did support my decision to leave but I think that’s more of their problem than mine. I’m happy here.” He glances to Yuuri nudging him gently with his shoulder. “Happier now that I’m here with you.”
Yuuri blushes. “I’m glad that you’re here.”
As Yuuri turns a corner a body slams against him. He stumbles a bit, Viktor catching by the arm and steadying him. Both men turn as the person who bumped into them apologizes.
Yuuri freezes. Throat tightening and eyes going wide as Kaname looks down at him. Why the hell was he on campus?
“Yuuri!” The older male says with a bright smile. “I was hoping I would run into you while I was here!”
Yuuri immediately looks to Viktor, whose expression hasn’t changed at all. In fact, his face is a little too calm given the circumstances.
“Kaname, what are you doing here?” Yuuri acts natural. At least he tries to. But it’s hard to do so considering the guy in front of him has been constantly contacting him and trying to sleep with him. All without Viktor knowing anything about it.
“I met with your sister to go eat lunch,” the man explains. “She invited me since she said you would be in class.” Kaname’s eyes finally lock on to Viktor, who smiles before holding out his hand.
“I’m Viktor Nikiforov, a professor here.”
“I’m Kaname.” He returns the gesture, shaking Viktor’s hand firmly.
“You must be a friend of Yuuri’s.”
“You could say that.” he flashes a smile at Yuuri. “We just met really but—”
“We should go.” Yuuri interjects into the conversation before Kaname can say anything more. “I’m supposed to be meeting with Mari and Phichit to go out.”
A look of disappointment crosses the brown haired boy’s face but he smiles soon after. “Oh. Okay. I’ll text you later then.” He waves before leaving the two alone.
“He’s the brother of one of my sister’s friends.” Yuuri says once Kaname is out of earshot. It’s not like he has to explain himself or anything. Right?
He gets his answer when Viktor takes his wrist in hand and pulls him close, leaning down to press his lips against his ear.
“You haven’t been naughty, have you, Yuuri?” The professor straightens his back, smiling at Yuuri before beginning to walk away.
The student follows close behind him. “No I haven’t. Why would I?”
Viktor is silent and the lack of words worries him. Viktor didn’t really believe Yuuri would have the ability to even think of flirting with someone else? Let alone cheat? Did he?
“I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed with you.”
“Viktor, really I didn’t!” There is panic in his words but he can’t risk starting a scene here, so he lowers his voice. “You know I wouldn't. I wouldn’t even think on it. He’s just a friend of my sister’s. She made me and Phichit go with her to—”
“Did she now?”
Yuuri jogs in front of the Russian, stopping him in his tracks. “Please listen to me.”
“I will.” Viktor smiles. “When we get home you can tell me all about it.”
Yuuri hadn’t planned on going to Viktor’s. But plans change and Yuuri follows closely behind so he can sort out this mess.
His heart beats like crazy as he walks. He’s too frightened to say anything. Afraid that he will only make to situation worse for himself. Instead of speaking he texts Phichit telling him he’ll be gone for the night. He doesn’t worry about Mari, he knows his friend will make up an excuse for him. Yuuri wouldn’t know what to tell her anyway. Right now his brain is filled with flashing red lights and panic.
It’s not until they are on the train heading to Viktor’s that Yuuri notices the smile on the Russian’s face. Or the twinkle in his eye he always gets when he has an idea.
Ah.
So that’s what this was going to be.
Yuuri finds relief, letting out a deep breath and mentally kicking himself for assuming Viktor would ever think him capable of being unfaithful. Since they’ve started this relationship it has always been about mutual understanding and respect.
As the train approaches their stop Yuuri feels Viktor’s hands snaking around his waist and holding him tightly.
“Before we get off there is just one thing I have to check.” He trails fingers against the waistband of Yuuri jeans, playing with the peek of flesh just under the hem of his shirt. “And I feel like this is a better place than any, wouldn’t you say.”
Yuuri turns read, eyes glancing around the train. It’s crowded, packed as usual. Would someone see? Would someone notice? Of course, if they were discreet enough their coats could potentially hide their deeds. At least Yuuri hopes that’s the case.
“I was telling the truth.” Yuuri says, though he knows Viktor is already aware.
“Were you now? How can I be so sure you haven’t been naughty, huh?” Viktor presses his lips against his ear. “What would you suggest, Yuuri?” The fingers ghost across his belly and Viktor pulls him flush against his body.
“I promise.” Yuuri breathes out. “You can check.”
“I will, don’t you worry about that.”
A kiss against his neck makes Yuuri’s breath hitch in his throat.
“Good boy. Keep nice and quiet for me.”
Yuuri chews on his bottom lip as Viktor undoes his pants then gently pulls the back of them low. Low enough to slip his hand in the back of his boxers. The fall of his coat obscures the action but if anyone looked a few second to long they would very swiftly be discovered.
There is a pounding that fills his ears. Though Yuuri soon realizes it’s nothing more than the sound of his own heart beating against his chest. This goes far beyond anything else they’ve done in public. This was almost dangerous. All it would take is one false move. One loud moan. One sideways glance and they would be caught.
His thoughts are halted by a cold finger sliding between the cheeks of his ass. Viktor’s other hand holds his hip firmly. “You’re trembling.” he whispers. The pad of his finger presses softly against the tight ring of muscle. It had been too long since he last entered Yuuri. When they had sufficient time he would have to once again inprint his shape inside him.
Yuuri sucks in a breath, focussing his eyes forward as he leans back slightly. God if they weren’t in public he would want Viktor to fuck him raw. Fuck him until he’s crying and begging for him to stop. He has missed the touch. Missed the gentle caress of hands and lips. He loves his sister but the moment she’s gone back home he will be relieved. Maybe he should just come out and tell her the truth. She would understand. She had to. Because sneaking around isn’t enough for him. This isn’t enough.
He wants to kiss Viktor. Wants to hold him in his arms.
“Good boy.” Viktor say. He massages Yuuri’s hole, drawing circles around the rim. Smiling when it quivers as though begging for more. His own cock jumps to life. Is breath going shaky as he applies slightly more pressure. Only enough to tease. He wants to please Yuuri. Wants to hear him moan his name. But the thrill of silence and curious glances is too much for him to pass up.
“Who is he?” Viktor asks, voice hard.
“Nobody. He’s nobody I promise.” Yuuri’s response is immediate. “One of my sister’s friends. He’s been messaging me.”
“Naughty things?”
“N— no.”
“I saw the way he looked at you. He was practically fucking you with his gaze. He wants you.”
“I hardly know him.”
“Well he wants to know you.” The hand holding Yuuri’s waist tightens
“Mhmm.” Slowly, Viktor pushes a finger inside Yuuri’s heat. He’s tight and the Russian can’t help but gasp. “Fuck…” He bites his lips as Yuuri fists his coat. “You must be telling the truth. You’re so tight I can even get my finger inside.” He pulls the finger free, stroking the ring of muscle for a few moments. “But maybe we should go back home to have a closer look.”
Yuuri smiles, heart fluttering. That’s exactly what he wants to do. He’ll talk to Mari later but right now, the only thing on his mind is Viktor and the anticipation of feeling his professor move inside of him.