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The rumors of Viktor Nikiforov’s good looks did not do him justice. Tall, well-built but slender, pale skin that matched silver hair, and eyes the color of frozen blue lakes. He was something out of a novel, unnaturally beautiful with a body that surely turned heads. Everyone had spoken about how much he stood out from the other professors, and not just because of his foreign birth. Rather, the air around him was different. He was dazzling and perfect and Yuuri was completely smitten with him.
He wasn’t the only student either, Professor Nikiforov’s class was full of admirers, both male and female alike. Even students that had no real interest in modern literature, Yuuri himself included. They didn’t come to his class for the books or the education, they came for him. It was the most popular class in the school by far and Yuuri was lucky he was even able to get a seat, though he did feel a bit guilty about taking the place of someone who may have actually been interested in the course. Despite his indifference to the class he still managed to do fairly well. In fact, Yuuri was known for doing well in every class he decided to take, much to the pleasure of his professors. He was constantly at the top of his class for most subjects, minus the bio-chem class he was also taking.
Yuuri scribbled away notes in his calendar as the bell rang, he had too many things on his plate as of late. Club activities, student council of which he was president, homework in each class (piles of it), and a 12 page paper due tomorrow for Viktor’s class. A paper he hadn’t even started yet. Usually he was more put together, but the recent death of his dog had set him back. He had missed a few days of class to, though he was embarrassed to admit the reason to his professors. He knew that as old as he was, tolling them his dog had passed would be seen as a mere excuse. He didn’t want them to be disappointed in him, he hated even the notion of the feeling.
Yuuri closed the booklet and sighed. There was no way he was going to finish everything in time, something would have to go. He figured his grades were good enough he could get away with doing poorly on one assignment, though he would prefer not to.
“Yuuri!” Phichit slaps a hand on his desk, startling him out of his trance.
“Y-yes!” he looks up at his friend who was staring excitedly at him.
“You wanna go to Otabek’s dorm and game? Leo is coming to so it’s gonna be a blast! He even has that new fighting game for-”
“Ah, sorry, I have a lot of stuff to catch up on so, I’ll have to pass.” He sighs. Even during a normal week he rarely out to hang out with friends. Surely this week it would be impossible.
“What? You haven’t finished the paper yet?”
“No, I haven’t even started.” He pressed his forehead to the desk and sulked. Professor Nikiforov’s papers weren’t easy. He was definitely one of the tougher graders, though Yuuri didn’t mind. He always appreciated it when professors would grade earnestly and honestly, two things Professor Nikiforov practiced daily. The man was blunt, not in a harsh way of course, he was just…sincere and outright about everything. A trait Yuuri considered attractive.
“You should ask for an extension, you lost your dog so I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s the nicest professor on campus, and the most attractive though that’s not very relevant.” He puts a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a senior so I’m sure he’ll understand how swamped you are with work.”
“I don’t know, it’s so embarrassing…” He didn’t want to be seen in a bad light. He had always been viewed as a reliable and hardworking student, and it only took one wrong move to shatter that view.
“Want me to go with you?”
He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He really didn’t have another choice he supposed. Even an hour or so of an extension would be helpful to him. 10 points was better than no points after all. “No, it’s fine. I’ll go now I guess, during his free period.” He stands and gathers his things, shoving them into his blue backpack. “You go on ahead, okay. I’ll be back at the dorm late tonight since I’ll be spending all day in the library.”
“Okay Yuuri, don’t forget to eat and message me if you want anything.”
“Thanks Phichit.” He waves as he leaves.
Viktor’s office is on the other side of the campus, it’s quite a walk but Yuuri doesn’t mind, It’s not that chilly out and he enjoys the silent walk there. He digs into his pockets, pulling out his phone and headphones, clicking through his apps until he finds his music. It’s soothing.
When his dog had passed away, his heart had broken, he had spent the days following lying in bed, listening to music, crying and wishing he could have been there. But that was impossible, he couldn’t afford a plane ticket all the way back to Japan from America. His mind had been too occupied to even think of anything other than his dear dog, focusing on school was impossible during that week.
Viktor’s door is closed when he gets to his office and Yuuri wants to take it as a sign to turn around, but he forces himself to knock for his grade.
It takes only a moment for the door to open, and Yuuri is met by bright blue eyes.
“Ahh ,Yuuri, what brings you here?” Viktor smiles down at him.
Yuuri is honestly surprised he knows his name. Viktor has hundreds of student each day, and Yuuri never let himself stand out too much. Even as student council president he spent most time behind the scene.
“I came to talk about the paper.” He fidgets.
“I see, come in then.” Viktor stands aside, motioning for Yuuri to enter.
Yuuri steps inside and Viktor pulls the door closed behind him. He watches as the professor sits elegantly on the edge of his desk, crossing his ankles and leaning back on his hands. He looks more like a model than he does a teacher in his well fitted grey suit, hair slicked back and eyes staring curiously at Yuuri.
“So what’s on your mind? Finished early and want to turn it in?”
“Not exactly.” He frowns when Viktor furrows his brow.
“Did you get stuck? Forget how to source? It’s pretty common Yuuri, don’t be shy.” He offers a bright smile, and Yuuri has to look away momentarily. The guy was just too charming and sitting like this alone with him was absolute torture.
“Well…” he shifts on his feet. “I- I’ve had a pretty hard week umm, and I haven’t been able to start the paper at all actually.” He holds his breath for a moment, looking down to the floor, not eager to make eye contact.
“No at all? That’s not like you Yuuri, is something wrong? What happened?” He gave him a concerned look.
“Actually, earlier in the week, my dog passed away. I’ve had him since I was younger so I didn’t take it very well.” Yuuri braced himself. Surely the professor would laugh at him now, or yell and tell him that was no excuse. “It’s been hard on me and I just…I can’t even go home you know so…” he trails his words, if he continues he’ll tear up and he definitely doesn’t want that.
“I see.” He said before sliding off the desk and stepping forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss, you must be devastated.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened at his words. Viktor’s face was full of sorrow, pain, as he looked down at him.
“I have a pet of my own whom I love very much and would definitely break down if anything happened to him. Would it help if I gave you an extension?”
“Yes, please. I feel so horrible for asking but, I have so much to catch up on, and I was honestly a bit scared to ask any of my other professors.”
“Yeah? I’m pretty easy huh?” he blushes.
“No! It’s not that, you’re just… Well in class you’re always kind and understanding. I just thought, if anyone would show a bit of sympathy it would be you. It’s not a bad thing or anything. I didn’t want to take advantage of you I just, it’s easy to see you care.”
“Ah, I’ll take it as a compliment then.” He smiles so brightly Yuuri can’t stop himself from smiling back. “Well this is new Yuuri, I rarely see you smiling in class.”
“Really? Well, I try to focus.” He flushes slightly, again, looking away momentarily. This really clarified just how much Viktor cared for his students, to pay so much attention.
Viktor laughs. “But you have such a pretty smile, er-“ he stops himself. “Sorry, that sounded really weird just now didn’t it? I’m still new to this whole professor thing. If I say something strange please correct me.”
Yuuri is too busy blushing furiously to answer. Viktor had called his smile pretty. He knew it was nothing to be excited about, that Viktor was just being friendly but…he couldn’t stop the way it made his heart pound.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable Yuuri.”
“You didn’t, rather, I uh-“ he clutched his backpack straps. “I mean, thank you.” He smiled again.
“You’re very welcome Yuuri. Tell you what, I’ll give you another week on the assignment okay. In exchange, after you’re done you can help me grade papers.”
“M-me?”
“Why not? Our department is looking for a student to help out with grading and doing other things around the office. Plus you’ll get paid. It’s not much but it’s extra spending money for you.”
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you but, shouldn’t this go to a major in modern lit.?”
“We’ve tried asking the majors, but have had zero luck in getting someone to agree and commit. It’s okay to say no but-“
“I can do it! It’s no issue, I can do it!” he says eagerly, eyes lit up. This meant, he could spend extra time with Viktor. He could work with him, talk to him. They could even become friends. Sure he was a professor, but he was new and he wasn’t that much older than him so it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Yuuri had always figured just being in his class was enough to satisfy his ‘crush’ as Phichit would call it. But having the opportunity to sit with him after classes each day was something he just couldn’t pass up.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it! You’re a good student and very intelligent. It will be nice to have you for help.”
Yuuri’s heart was pounding harder now. Viktor was so close to him.
Viktor turned, going to a shelf and grabbing a folder. “There’s some paper work to fill out but it won’t take you too long. They just need info so they can pay you.” He hands Yuuri the folder.
“I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” Yuuri promises, grasping the paper as he slides off his backpack. He drops to the floor and unzips it, placing the paper inside. He hands are shaking and he struggles a moment to zip his bag back up.
“Yuuri.”
Yuuri looks up, his heart skipping a beat as Viktor stares down at him. For a moment, his mind conjures up a lewd image that makes his heart thud 10 times faster against his chest. He’s so ashamed of himself. “Y-yes?”
Viktor kneels down beside him. “If you want to talk about anything, or reminisce about your dog, or if another professor gives you trouble, please come see me. I’ll do what I can to help you out.”
Yuuri knows it doesn’t mean anything special by it. He knows he’s just being a supportive professor. He knows that Viktor gives the same treatment to all of his student. But his heart still races. He has to swallow the lump forming in his throat as Viktor’s eyes meet his.
“Thank you, I will.” Yuuri stands, throwing his backpack on his shoulders. “I-I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Viktor stands and smiles, waving. “See you tomorrow.”
Yuuri manages to finish his essay easily enough in a week. He’s extremely grateful to Viktor for the extension. It helped him tremendously. Within a week he was caught up on everything and was finally able to take it easy. He debated sleeping the weekend away but Phichit had convinced him to go out with some of the guys to a small club off campus. Yuuri was apprehensive about it, he wasn’t a social butterfly, but he wouldn’t mind drinking a bit and listening to the music. Plus Phichit probably wouldn’t take no as an answer.
It was a beautiful place, a big establishment called Eros that sat in the back of town between a shopping center and an abandoned apartment. There were very few windows, only about two on the first floor and the walls were painted black and decorated with neon signs. Lights of all colors flooded the room, blinding anyone who wasn’t used to such a place.
In the middle of the enormous room was the dance floor, with its silver tile that reflected the lights above.
It was difficult to maneuver though the sea of people, the place was packed with people of various ages moving about as they danced and talked. Some were so drunk they only stumbled about, knocking into others as they went.
Yuuri was careful as he moved, following behind Phichit as they made their way through the crowd of people.
“I’m gonna go find a seat.” Yuuri yelled close to his friend’s ear. It was so loud he could barely hear himself think. Phichit nodded in response, giving him a thumbs up as they separated.
Yuuri had never thought of himself as much of a dancer, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in such a crowded place. Instead, he ordered a cheap drink and sat alone. He spent the time sipping away at his order and playing around on his phone. He didn’t need to really worry about being interrupted, he never called much attention in such a place. He wasn’t like Phichit, he wasn’t outgoing, friendly, or beautiful in the way that Phichit was. And he wasn’t like Leo, tall and handsome and breathtaking.
But he didn’t mind, he enjoyed simply listening to the music and sitting on his own. Well, maybe it wasn’t that he didn’t mind it, rather, he was just used to it.
It wasn’t an hour later that he saw his friend running to the table. His clothes and hair were disheveled and he wore a huge smile on his face. “Yuuri!” he yelled, jumping into the seat next to him, whipping sweat from his forehead. “Yuuri Yuuri Yuuri!”
“Phichit, have you been drinking? You know you’re not-“
“No I haven’t, but you’re not gonna believe this!”
“What?” he laughed at his over excited friend. “You meet someone cute?”
“Viktor is here! Professor Nikiforov!”
Yuuri’s heart skipped a beat. “W-what? No way, he’s a professor why would he be here?”
“This is the only good night club in town Yuuri, he’s obviously here for some fun. He’s at the bar right now.”
Viktor was here. Yuuri put a hand to his chest. He had never seen Viktor outside of school, or in anything but a suit, but he was here.
“You should go over there Yuuri!”
“WHAT!” He almost chocked on the word. “I can’t go over there.”
“It should be fine, I saw some girls from class talking to him. You can just say hi.”
“No way Phichit. That’s way too embarrassing.”
Phichit thinks for a moment. “Ah, then get him to talk to you first.”
“Are you trying to set me up with our professor?” he fidgets in his seat.
“Yeah obviously. You have a huge crush on him. And he’s hot so-”
“Did you ever stop to think he has a lover or is married?”
“He doesn’t have a ring and he’s never mentioned a girlfriend or boyfriend. C’mon Yuuri what’s the problem?”
“Everything is the problem! First, I look awful. Second, there is no way he is going to notice me in this crowd.”
Phichit rolls his eyes before leaning across the table. He snatches off Yuuri’s glasses and runs his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his face. “Take off that jacket. You look ridiculous.”
Yuuri frown, shrugging off his blue hoodie. He’s still not wearing anything impressive, just a black v-neck and black jeans.
Phichit reaches over again, pulling down Yuuri’s collar, revealing a bit more of his collar bone. “Simple, but affective.”
“Yeah, and now I’m blind.” He grabs his glasses and puts them back on.
“Fiiiine. Leave on your glasses, but roll up your sleeves.”
Yuuri does as he’s told. He can’t believe he’s going through with this. “What now?”
“Now you go to the bar, sit away from Viktor and order a drink.”
“How does that-“
“Don’t sit next to him, but sit where he can see you. And ignore him until he says something. Don’t look at him okay?”
“Huh? That’s your great plan?” how the hell was that going to work. If he didn’t initiate the conversation there was no way he would be approached.
“Look Yuuri, if you haven’t noticed, you’re literally a babe.”
“I am not.”
“Say what you want buddy but you’re cute little butt is totally going to ensnare Viktor.” He grabs Yuuri’s arm, pulling him from the booth and leading him through the dance floor. “Just be yourself. And don’t drink too much, you know how you get.”
“I know.” He blushes.
“Don’t look so defeated you haven’t even approached him yet.”
“My expectations are just low okay.”
“You don’t know until you try. I’m rooting for you!”
“Why are you such an enabler?” Yuuri sighs heavily.
“You’ll thank me for this later I’m sure.”
Phichit pushes his back and Yuuri reluctantly walks toward the bar. He was happy he already had a few drinks otherwise he never would have agreed to something like this. Now though it was too late. He saw Viktor.
The man’s beauty was only increased by the flickering lights reflecting off his face. All the reds and blues that bounced off of him illuminated his already beautiful features. He wore a cool expression as he chatted away with a group of girls who were clearly fans. Yuuri couldn’t blame them. Viktor looked great in a suit but in regular clothing he looked out of this world. Fit jeans, Yuuri could tell, and a simple white shirt covered by a gray cardigan. His normally slicked back hair was down, his bangs swooping over his eye.
Yuuri had to collect himself. He searched for an empty chair and quickly took a seat. He knew he was in Viktor’s line of sight but, whether Viktor could see him or not was the problem. Yuuri did not stand out much in this crowd, and Viktor was already surrounded by an attractive group.
“What will you have?” The bartended asked smiling. “Oh wow, you’re a little cutie aren’t you? The man winked at him, his eyelashes were beautiful, well actually now that Yuuri could see clearly, his entire being was beautiful. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a short beard and mustache.
“I’ll just have a beer. Whatever’s cheapest.”
“Nonsense, I’ll get you the good stuff, on the house.”
“Ah, really? Thank you.” Yuuri gives him a surprised look.
“No problem.” The man turns and grabs a glass, pouring a light brown liquid into it. “What’s your name?”
“Yuuri.” He says taking the glass and giving a thankful nod.
“I’m Christophe, call me Chris though. Why don’t I see you in here more often, cutie?”
Yuuri blushes. Someone this attractive thought he was cute? “Well, I usually just stay in the booth area so-“
“What a shame. You’re a little wallflower aren’t you?”
“Kind of.” Yuuri chuckles taking a sip of the beer. It’s bitter, but not awful. Definitely better than the stuff he’s used to.
“So Yuuri, did you come with friends? Or a lover? Maybe you’re alone.” He winks.
“Ah, well, I-“
“Chris, stop picking on my student.” Viktor’s voice chimes in and Yuuri is surprised to see him taking the seat next to him. “I don’t think he’s interested.”
“Why, because you say so?”
Viktor laughs. “Shut up and get me a beer.”
“I take it you two are friends?” Yuuri asks.
“Flat mates actually. But yes, friends.”
Yuuri’s heart sinks for a brief moment. This attractive guy had to be Viktor’s boyfriend then. He tries to smile. “Are you two…”
“No way!” Chris pretends to gag. “He’s not my type at all. Way too immature.”
“I’ve been told multiple times I’m everybody’s type.” Viktor says confidently and Yuuri almost chokes on his beer.
“Hey Yuuri, what do you think, is Viktor your type?”
Yuuri freezes. He wanted to disappear. There was no way he could be honest, right? Or should he?
“Don’t tease my student.”
Ah, so Viktor did see him as a student. Well obviously he did but…Yuuri’s lips are moving before he can stop them. “Yeah, he’s my type I think.” He wants to die. Quickly, he takes another quick gulp of beer.
“What!” Chris sighs. “Don’t inflate his ego, he has a big one. Ego that is, I can’t say much for his c-“
“Chris.” Viktor scolds. “A little decency please. You just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him off. Ignore him Yuuri.”
“O-okay.” He sips at his beer again, at least with a drink in hand he had an excuse to say the least.
“I’m actually surprised to see you here at a place like this.”
Yuuri turns his head to face him. “I don’t seem the type right? I admit, I only come because of my roommate. Other than that I’d prefer to stay at the dorm and do things. Oh, but I don’t mind the music or atmosphere, I’m just naturally kind of a shy guy in places like this.”
“I see, but it’s nice and healthy to let go every now and then. Especially after the busy week you’ve had.”
“Even though I’m here I just sit around usually. I don’t drink much since I have a low tolerance.” He says to him, though he has to admit he’s been drinking a bit more than usual.
“You don’t even dance with anyone?”
“I doubt I’d get an offer.”
“Why? You’re good looking.”
Yuuri could faint at those simple words. Just like in his office, Viktor was just being kind. But to Yuuri, it sent shivers up his spine and a blush to his face.
“You’re being modest Viktor.” Chris laughed. “This kid is better than good looking. Look at those pretty doe eyes, and such a delicate figure. He’s your type right, all innocent looking and what not, whatever it is you’re in to.” Chris grins.
What? Yuuri’s back straitened and he had to stop his mouth from dropping open.
He looked to Viktor who had a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Shut the hell up Chris.”
“Viktor Nikiforov have you been checking out your student you naughty little thing.” Chris reaches over and ruffles through Viktor’s hair.
What was happening? Yuuri could only watch in confusion as Viktor’s blush deepened. Maybe he was only seeing things, maybe the alcohol was already getting to him. There was no way.
Chris leaned against the counter. “You totally have right? I mean, I don’t blame you. How old are you Yuuri?”
“Twenty one.” Yuuri manages to get out without stuttering.
“Would you stop it?” Viktor covers his face with his hands. “You’re giving him the wrong idea.”
“Am I though? Seems like he’s blushing as much as you are. Why Yuuri you wouldn’t have happened to leave your little booth because Viktor was here did you?”
Shit.
He was caught.
How should he respond?
“N-no, that’s is- I just…”
Fuck.
He’s red from ear to ear now.
Plan failed. He chugs the rest of his beer. He’ll probably regret it later. But he wants to leave before any further embarrassment.
Chris beams. “Perfect! I feel like a matchmaker.”
Viktor laughs. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen, it’s a bit inappropriate.”
There it was, the confirmation. What else did he expect? It would be weird to have any relationship with his professor. It was a stupid idea and a stupid plan, and he was stupid for going along with it.
What was he even hoping for? One night stand? Making out in the bathroom? Confessing? This wasn’t a fantasy, it was real life and stuff like that doesn’t happen in real life.
He stood from his stool, brows furrowed.
“Leaving so soon?” Viktor asked smiling. “I can buy you another drink or maybe food.”
“No thank you. I appreciate it professor.” The word tasted sour.
“Call me Viktor outside of class.”
“That would be inappropriate, would it not?” He can’t stop the words from sounding bitter. He was embarrassed.
Viktor doesn’t say anything back.
“Thank you for the drink Chris, goodbye.” He tries to smile. “I’ll see you in class Monday morning professor.” With that, he quickly scurries away.
Viktor stares as he goes, a serious expression on his face. It’s not until Chris waves a hand in front of him that he snaps out of the small trance.
“He’s cute.” Chris smirks.
“I know.” He sips at his beer.
“You know? So he really is your type? Those were the types of guys you used to attract at your old job to.”
“Yeah but they’re not like him, not at all.”
“You planning on keeping up the bashful professor appearance or do you have something else in mind with this kid. Because I need to know now If I’m going to have to clean up our place for company.”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to scare him away. You know I can be a bit…eager.” He swallows down the last of his drink, handing the glass to his friend.
“Yeah, I know.”
Viktor laughs loudly. “Yuuri really is amazing though, I never thought that he would show up here, or that he would pull the whole, I’ll ignore him so he’ll talk to me trick.”
“Well it worked on you didn’t it?”
“Of course it did, how could it not?”
Back at the booth Yuuri orders another drink. He doesn’t want to think of the awkward situation or how horrible Monday is going to be. Viktor definitely knows he has a crush. He’d have to be an idiot not to notice, and Chris basically laid it out. And even though the bartender had mentioned that Yuuri was Viktor’s type, Viktor would definitely only see him as another student. Another fanboy. He sighs as he downs his fifth drink for the night. He orders another before collapsing onto the table arms stretched wide.
What the hell was he thinking? Why did he even listen to Phichit?
“I’m an idiot!” he practically yells. “Idiot!”
“I’d disagree with that.”
Yuuri’s head snaps up to see Viktor sliding into the booth smiling.
“V- I mean Professor Nikiforov.”
“You should call me Viktor now. Saying professor is a bit embarrassing.” He blushes. “Especially in this setting.”
Stop being so nice to me I’ll get the wrong idea, he thinks to himself.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”
Yuuri looks away. “I’m actually waiting for my friends to finish up so I can leave.”
“If you wanna go back early, I can escort you.”
Yuuri curses himself as his heart rate increased. “That’s okay, professor, I can-“
“I’d rather you not head to the dorms by yourself. It’s late and you’ve been drinking.”
“I can just wait here then. I don’t mind sitting.”
Viktor stares at him, and Yuuri hates how it makes him flush. He needed to get over this, to stop this crush he had on him.
“You want to dance?” Viktor smiled. “It’s more fun than sitting here.”
“N-no thank you. I’m not good at that sort of thing.”
Viktor sighs, before sliding out of the booth. “If you want to talk, or take that dance offer, I’ll be at the bar.” He says smiling before walking back.
Yuuri clenches his fist. This was an awful night. He orders another drink, and another, and another till he can barely read the print on the drink menu. His head was spinning and his face was hot. All rationality he had was stripped away, and any shyness stolen from him.
“I don’t need him!” he shouts, though the music is too loud for anyone to really hear. “I’m- I can have fun!” he stands, whipping off his glasses and wobbling his way to the dance floor.
It’s loud and crowded and the floor is sticky with spilled booze but Yuuri ignores it. He pushes his way through the crowd, almost falling multiple times. Once he’s found a comfortable spot he begins swaying to the music. Slowly and out of beat at first. He bumps against person after person as he moves, until he catches the rhythm. He sways his hips, closing his eyes as the music pounds in his ears.
This day couldn’t get worse, so he was going to make it better.
He lifts his arms as he moves, stretching them high before bringing them back down and running them through his hair. He lets the music carry him, body moving automatically in tune with the sounds around him. He closes his eyes, letting his hands wander down the sides of his body as he moves.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Phichit’s voice rings in his ear.
“Dancing.” He shouts back, a smile creeping on his face.
“Are you drunk Yuuri?”
“Dance with me Phichit!” Yuuri pleads putting his arms around the others waist. “I want to dance!”
“Yuuri!” Phichit laughs, hands going to Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me, you got ignored by Viktor. Don’t take it to heart okay, and don’t get yourself drunk for-“
Yuuri groaned. “Mr. Nikiforov just wants to make sure his beloved students are okay. It’s not like I’m special or anything.”
“Yuuri…”
“Who cares about him, I want to dance!” he yells, jumping as the beat picks up.
“Maybe we should go. You’re drunk and I don’t want-“
“Ehhhhhh, no way. I won’t.” he stumbles back. “I want to have fun! Loads of fun Phichit.” He spins around and looks toward the bar, he can see Viktor in the same spot as before chatting away with Chris. “I’m gonna ask him to dance!”
“You just said you don’t car-“
“I care again! Look at him, with his stupid perfect face and hair and body and everything. I’m gonna seduce him and then and then, I don’t know what’s gonna happen but I’m sure it will be wonderful and HOT.”
“Yuuri don’t even think about-“
Yuuri ignores him, using the dancing crowd as a shield to slip away toward the bar. He walks with confidence, though he’s stumbling. “Mr. Nikiforov!” he calls out, tapping the man roughly on the shoulder.
Both Viktor and Chris turn to stare.
“Yikes.” Chris cringes. “He looks uh, pretty drunk. This is your star student right?”
“Uh, Yuuri, what happened to your glasses?”
“That’s what you’re concerned with.” Chris raises a brow.
Viktor shushes him before speaking again. “Yuuri, I know I said you should have fun but if you drink too much you’ll-“
“I like you!” Yuuri blurts out, eyes unfocussed.
Chris has to hold back a laugh. “How cute, a drunk confession. What are you going to do teach?”
Viktor pinches the bridge of his nose, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Yuuri, where is your roommate, I’ll give them a call so they can get you. I don’t want you to do or say anything you’ll regret.” He smiles.
“I like you.” He says again. “I like you like you.” He grips Viktor’s shirt and pulls him forward. “I want to kiss you Viktor, and touch you, and hold your hand, and have sex. I want to do that a lot. I think about it all the time in your class.” He can’t stop the words from spilling from his lips.
Viktor’s eyes go wide and he pulls back swiftly. “Yuuri, you’re killing me here.” He tries to smile.
Yuuri responds by getting closer and putting a hand on his thigh.
“Oh my.” Chris says, covering his smiling mouth.
Yuuri can’t stop himself, any and all control is gone. He feels hot and needy and he wants Viktor to touch him, to hold him. He looks at Viktor as though he’s the only thing in the room that can quench his thirst.
Yuuri leans closer, lips against Viktor’s ear. “I think about taking you in my mouth, making you moan my name until you’re coming down my throat. And I think about you taking me in your office and bending me over your desk, fucking me until I’m breathless.“ he moves his hand up the man’s thigh, licking his lips before speaking again. “I want you now Viktor. Will you give it to me?” His hand goes dangerously close to Viktor’s crotch, and the teacher lets out a small shriek.
Viktor holds him away at arms-length, eyes wide. “D-don’t say anything else okay.”
“B-but Viktor! If I don’t tell you now, there is no way I’ll get this chance.” He pushes him back to the seat. By now Viktor’s face is bright red. Yuuri smiles as he practically climbs on him. He slips though, leg falling between Viktor’s thighs. Viktor jumps at the sudden touch.
“Hmmm?” Yuuri blinks, looking down. “Professor, are you hard right now?” he smirks. “Good, I can take care of that for you in the bathroom.”
Viktor is silent, eyes wide.
His hand falls against Viktor’s chest. “Even now…I’m getting really excited here.”
Chris clears his throat. “Hey Viktor, I suggest you snap out of it before pictures get taken or something.”
Viktor snaps awake, gently pushing Yuuri away from him. “You have to stop now okay.” He laughs nervously.
“Ehhhh, but why? Do you want to go to a hotel then? We can do it there I don’t mind.”
“Y-Yuuri, we can’t right now. You’re drunk.” He stands, hands still on Yuuri’s shoulders. Slowly, he leans down to Yuuri’s ear. “You should really tell me these things when you’re sober.”
Yuuri may be drunk out of his mind, but he could recognize that low turn of voice, and the look in his eyes.
Yuuri blushes jumping back briefly. “Ah, I need to get my things, I’ll be back. It’s okay really we can go to a hotel. I Just have to tell my roommate.” He stumbles as he walks.
“Yuuri! Wait don’t!” Viktor calls out to him before letting out a frustrated groan. He turns and grabs his jacket from his seat.
“You must really like this boy.” Chris watches him.
“I do” Viktor smiles, pulling his jacket on. “He’s mesmerizing.”
“Maybe it really is you who’s had the crush huh.”
He laughs. “If I’m being honest, I’ve had my eye on him since I started here.” He smirks. “He’s intelligent, has a kind heart, always eager to help out around the classroom. And he’s attractiveness isn’t un-noticed.”
“So you WERE checking out your student! I knew it!”
“Okay yeah but can you blame me? Do you know how hard it is to be the perfect teacher? It’s torture. Smiling all day and acting like a complete saint. Especially when Yuuri is so close to me. I have to be careful not to space out during my lessons.” he sighs.
“You are doing a surprisingly good job at hiding the whole…perverted dom side of you.”
“I beg your pardon but I’m an innocent man.”
“Please, if you’re innocent then I’m a virgin.” He laughs. “Of course judging by that kids drunken state he may not hate that side of you.”
“He’s far too shy but…maybe there is something there.” Viktor smirks bringing a finger to his lips. “And I want to unlock more of it.”
“So what? Are you going to go have sex with him now or something? Don’t you think that’ll cause some problems?”
“Hmm..”
“Don’t hmm me, you planning on coming back to the house tonight?”
“Of course I am!” he retorts, blush hidden by the dim lights. “He’s drunk, I’m just making sure he gets home safe okay.”
“Mhmm, okay, sure. Just try to behave like a good professor, I know it’s hard for you.” Chris teases, shoeing him away with a motion of his hand.
Viktor winks at him. “I’ll figure out something.” He gives a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd to search for Yuuri.
Yuuri barely makes it to his table without falling over. He gathers his things as quickly as he can, he doesn’t want to keep Viktor waiting, the man he loves, the man he’s definitely going to lose his virginity to.
He smiles at the thought as he turns a little too quickly and stumbles back.
He knows he’s had too much to drink but that’s not stopping him anytime soon.
“Yuuri.” Viktor calls out to him, grabbing a hold of his shoulder.
“I’m ready Viktor.” He smiles, leaning in close to him. “I just have to find-“before he finishes he see Phichit making his way toward him, an annoyed look on his face.
“Ah, there he is now!” Yuuri waves happily to his friend.
“Yuuri, you idiot, stay in one place okay. It’s hard to see in here as it is.” He glances toward Viktor. “Uh, professor, sorry you have to see Yuuri like this. It’s not like he normally gets this drunk or anything.”
“No it’s fine, it’s good to let loose every now and then, though I believe it may be time for him to go home.”
“I was just looking for him to take him back.”
“Don’t worry about it, I have to go to my office to pick up some things anyway. He can catch a cab ride with me.”
“Are you sure professor? I really don’t mind.”
“You stay and enjoy your time with friends. I’ll make sure he gets home safe.” He offers Phichit a confident smile and the younger man nods in agreement.
“Well I’ll see you Monday Professor Nikiforov.” He looks to Yuuri. “Try not to throw up all over the floor again Yuuri.
“Ah, I won’t.” he grins, stumbling on his feet. Even standing in one place was proving difficult.
Viktor takes him gently by the arm, waving to Phichit before guiding Yuuri out of the club.
“Are we gonna make out now?” Yuuri leans against the professor, hugging onto his arm.
Viktor laughs. “I’m afraid not Yuuri. You’re not exactly at liberty to consent to that.”
“But I am! I want to, I mean. Have sex with you. Don’t you want to?”
“It’s a very tempting offer, Yuuri, but I have to decline.” His eyes search the area, the last thing he wanted was another student to overhear the conversation.
Yuuri pouts before grabbing a hold of Viktor’s collar and shoving him against the nearest wall. “Let me just touch you a little Professor.” He flushes with a smile. His eyes meet Viktor’s as he presses a hand against the man’s stomach.
“Y-Yuuri!” he scolds
“I’ve never done it before, but I can make you feel good.” His hand travels south, fingers tapping against the button of Viktor’s jeans. “I can even use my mouth if you want so please let me touch you!”
Viktor’s face is beat red at this point. What’s worse is he can feel a steady stream of arousal filling his body.
This was bad. Very bad. How the hell was this the same kid from his class? The same kid who was the class president and representative. The same kid with the almost perfect grades and spotless record. How was the cute, quiet, glasses wearing boy from his class the same as the drunk boy in front of him: hair disheveled and pulling at his pants, begging for his cock.
It gives Viktor chills.
But now is not the time for this. He pushes Yuuri away gently. “How about we put that on hold for the moment.”
“B-but-“
“Listen Yuuri, we can’t do this now okay. I need to take you back so you can rest. Once you’re…not um, drunk we can discuss this topic more. Till then, no touching. Do we have a deal?”
Yuuri frowns but nods, allowing Viktor to take him by the hand as he calls a cab.
By the time they get to campus Yuuri is passed completely out. Viktor has to carry him back to his room, which he has to look up on the register. He feels like he’s doing something illegal as he sneaks through the dorms carrying his unconscious student. Surely if someone saw them it would be taken the wrong way, but Viktor has no choice.
He lets out a sigh of relief when he finds the room and uses Yuuri’s key to open the door. He guesses which bed is Yuuri’s and places him down gently, pulling the covers up to his chest. He also pulls the small trashcan near one of the desks to his bedside, just in case Yuuri got sick
Viktor lets out a huge breath, rubbing his hands through his hair. This was a mess, he was a mess. How was he supposed to face him in class after the boy had said such…enticing things to him? Not that he had hated what he said, rather, it aroused him completely.
He stares down at the raven haired boy before removing his glasses and setting them on the desk.
It was obvious Yuuri was attracted to him, and now it was obvious he was attracted to Yuuri. But, none of that would matter come tomorrow if Yuuri forgot everything he said and did, because there was no way Viktor would be able to explain it to him without scaring the boy off.
God, he hoped he remembered. He had to remember. If this night had sparked something between them, then Viktor wanted very much to explore it.
He resists the urge to touch Yuuri, to bring his thumb across soft cheeks and lips. It takes all he has but he manages to stand and leave, praying to god that the boy would remember. As embarrassing as it would be, he needed to remember.
Yuuri remembered everything.
On Sunday morning he shot up in bed, face flushed, head-aching and heart pounding.
He had never wanted to die more in his life. He cradles his head in his hands and screams, literally screams. Phichit jolts up in his bed at the sound.
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri can’t look at him, can’t see anything anyway. He drops back down on his pillow, face burning and stomach turning in knots. “I’m gonna die.”
When Monday comes, Phichit has to drag him to his classes. He’s practically a ghost in all of them, silent. But in reality he is internally screaming. He’s dreading to go to Viktor’s class.
Why did he drink? Why did he drink when he knew how his body responded? The things he said to Viktor were…not meant to ever be uttered. There was no way the professor would be able to look him in the eyes after hearing such horrible and lewd things from a student.
Would he be kicked out of the class? Would Viktor report him for harassment?
His mind was running so fast with vivid consequences that he didn’t even realize when Phichit dragged him to their last class of the day: Viktor’s.
He was only awakened by the sound of the bell.
Yuuri blinks processing his location before standing abruptly.
No way, he couldn’t do it. There was no way he could face Viktor after all.
Yuuri grabs his things and bolts to the door.
“Yuuri?” Phichit calls, but Yuuri ignores him. He can’t do it.
He flies through the door and smacks head first into Viktor. They both tumble before falling back.
“Where’s the fire Yuuri.” Viktor laughs, slowly getting to his feet and dusting himself off.
Yuuri can’t meet his gaze, he’s frozen on the ground, staring at the dirty tile below him.
“Yuuri?” Viktor calls. “Are you hurt?”
Yuuri doesn’t respond. He grabs his thing carefully and shoves them into his bag.
Viktor kneels down and puts a hand on his head. “You can’t skip class okay. Besides, I need to talk to you after this.” He cards his fingers through Yuuri’s hair and Yuuri’s head snaps up to meet his gaze. “Be a good boy and take your seat.”
Yuuri can’t stop his face from turning red as Viktor smiles, his eyes staring at him with eagerness and lust. It was a heated gaze that shook Yuuri to the core. He forces himself to stand, scurrying into the classroom with his eyes locked to the floor.
The entirety of class he’s unfocussed. He tries his best to shrink away from the gaze of his professor. Luckily, Viktor makes no effort to call on him or speak with him. He doesn’t even make eye contact with him. Not that Yuuri would really know, he was too busy keeping his nose in his book to avoid the professor’s gaze.
It was all over for him, he just knew. Goodbye graduation, goodbye reputation, goodbye everything.
He snaps his book closed when the bell rings. If he’s careful and quick he can make it out of the classroom before Viktor sees.
He doesn’t even bother putting all his things in his bag, just gathers it all in his arms and breaks away for the door.
“Yuuri, don’t leave please, I have to discuss something with you.” He hears Viktor call from across the room.
Damn it.
He drops his things by the door and waits.
“What’d you do Yuuri?” Phichit stops beside him before leaving.
“Ruined my life, that’s what I did.”
“Is this about the night at the club?”
Yuuri nods.
“You were flat out wasted Yuuri. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that drunk.”
“I’m so embarrassed. I acted like a complete idiot.”
“It’s my fault for not keeping a better eye on you, I’m sorry.”
“No, you helped a lot Phichit, I just… It was my fault for acting so recklessly.” He tries to smile. “Gotta face the consequences.”
“Consequences?” Phichit cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah. I mean, I said some…things in front of our professor. I’m sure he’s gonna-“
“Sorry for keeping you waiting Yuuri.” Viktor smiles. “I won’t steal him for long I promise.” He winks at Phichit.
“I’ll see you later Yuuri, it’s gonna be fine okay.” He puts a hand on his shoulder before leaving.
Viktor shuts the door behind him. Pausing for a moment before slowly turning to face Yuuri. He smiled, leaning back against the door and folding his arms. He doesn’t say anything, only stares as Yuuri shifts from one foot to the other.
“Um..” Yuuri starts to say. “I’m sorry. The other night I…I said some very….explicit things. I don’t normally get that drunk I swear, I just…” he swallows. “I was upset about some things and made a mistake. Please don’t take anything I said to heart. It was just the alcohol talking, I didn’t mean any of it.”
Viktor laughs slightly bringing a finger to his lips. “Is that so?”
Yuuri nods quickly.
“Even the parts about me bending you over my desk.”
Yuuri blushes, dropping his gaze to the floor. This was the worst. He wants to cry now, to just break out into tears. His chest felt tight and he feels sick, it’s a horrible sensation.
He only looks up again when he hears the clicking of a lock on the door. Viktor walks toward him stopping when the tips of their shoes touch. He’s so close Yuuri can literally feel Viktor’s body heat. His heart skips a beat in his chest.
Viktor takes Yuuri’s chin in hand and tilts his head upward. “Look at me, Yuuri.”
Yuuri does. How can he not when Viktor used such a deep and sultry voice to call his name?
“I don’t think you’re being very honest with me.”
“P-Professor?” What was happening, just what the hell was happening?
“I’m waiting for you to say it again.”
“Say what?”
“What you want to do to me, what you want me to do to you, take your pick.” He gives him a smile.
This had to be a joke, there was no way this was real. Viktor, the man he had been fantasizing about since classes started months ago, was standing within arm’s length. So close. He just had to reach out...
“How about we start off small hmm? Say, a kiss?”
Yuuri audibly gasps.
“You look so shocked? Have you really never noticed?”
“I don’t, um, I can’t think right now, my head is…spinning.”
“Is your heart beating quickly?” he leans in just a little bit closer. His lips are almost against Yuuri’s.
“My heart feels like it’s going to explode.” He shakes, pulling back slightly. He wants so badly to kiss him, it takes all he has not to, because if he does…everything would change.
Viktor slowly closes the distance between them. Yuuri reacts quickly, covering his mouth and stepping backwards, his thighs banging against the desk behind him.
“What’s wrong? Why are you running away?” Viktor laughs. “Didn’t you say you were in love with me?”
“I-I did but. If I do something like this. If I kiss someone like you…I really will get the wrong idea.”
“I like you Yuuri. I’ve always been very interested in you. You’re such a good student but…I saw the way your eyes looked at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. It really peaked my interest in you Yuuri.” He took a step closer. “And when you came onto me the other day I fell in love completely.”
“B-b-but-“ How could this be? There was no way Viktor liked him. There was nothing to like at all. They didn’t know anything about each other. “That’s… impossible…”
Viktor frowns. “Well…if you’re not interested then I apologize for coming on so strongly.” He adjust his tie. “Please disregard everything I’ve just said.” He turns away and heads to the door.
Yuuri panics. Had he just fucked up his only chance at being in a relationship with Viktor Nikiforov?
“W-wait!” Yuuri follows him, grabbing his wrist before he reaches the door. “I want to! More than anything. I’ve always dreamed about it. I’m just…I was in such a shock to hear all these things from you I couldn’t think.” He looks up to Viktor with pleading eyes. “I..I want to kiss you. If you’ll allow me. If someone like me is okay.”
Viktor smiles, but says nothing. Before Yuuri can protest again he leans forward, taking Yuuri’s face in his hands as he brings their lips together.
Yuuri feels sparks at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed as Viktor’s lips move against him. It takes his breath away. Everything about the moment is wonderful: Viktor’s thumbs swiping across his cheek, the taste of Viktor’s lips, it was all perfect.
Just when Yuuri goes to deepen the kiss Viktor steps back. “Ah ah ah, if we get too into it I might not be able to stop.” He gives him one last kiss before swiping his thumb across wet lips. “If you want…we can continue this tonight.”
Yuuri is still so lightheaded he can barely comprehend his words. “T-tonight?”
“Let’s meet up for dinner, say, 7? You like sea food?”
“Y-yeah. I mean, yes I would love to eat dinner with you.”
“Good. Then I’ll meet you at the station to go downtown.” Viktor stands straight, adjusting his clothes and heading for the door. “I’ll see you later, you do have work today after all.” He smiles, waves, and then disappears out the door.
Yuuri stands there, shook to the core. This was real, this was all real. He wasn’t in one of his fantasies, he wasn’t dreaming. T-they had kissed and now they would do more after a date? This was all happening so fast, Yuuri wasn’t sure if his little heart could take it.
He heads to work soon after that. It’s awkward of course, though Viktor is not even near him most of the time, too busy speaking with students and other professors in the department. Yuuri was in charge of making copies of worksheets and other handouts for the class. It was taking forever with the old machine but Yuuri didn’t mind. He just knew if Viktor was anywhere near him he’d melt.
Sure enough though, as his shift was coming to an end Viktor appeared. His eyes locked onto Yuuri immediately and he flashed the boy a smile. Yuuri did indeed melt.
“Yuuri, I have papers that need to go out can you come get them.” He jerks his head toward his office door.
“Y-yes.” Yuuri follows him like a puppy, jumping a bit when Viktor shuts and locks the door behind him. “U-umm, the papers.” He watches as Viktor drops his bag on the floor and sits in the black leather computer chair behind his desk. He stares.
Yuuri shifts on his feet, Viktor’s stare is obvious. “You said you needed me to hand out papers.”
“I did. I lied.” He beams.
“Oh, umm….” how was he supposed to respond to that?
“Yuuri, thank you.”
“For what? I haven’t-“
“For agreeing to go out with me tonight. I’m looking forward to it.”
“M-me to! I’ve always wanted to be able to do something like that with you so. I’m a bit worried I won’t be much for company though. I’ve never really been out on an actual date.” He admits.
“That’s surprising. Like I said before, you’re an attractive guy.”
“Thank you.” He blushes at the comment. How was he supposed to survive this night if he could barely handle a simple compliment? He’s interrupted by the sound of squeaking leather. He looks up to see Viktor quickly approaching him before bringing their lips together once again. Reflexively, Yuuri pulls away.
“I-I can’t here. What if someone sees? You’ll get in trouble.”
“You’re worried about me?”
Yuuri nods as Viktor watches him. “Okay, I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“No I like it I just-“
“I understand Yuuri. I won’t do anything at school.”
Yuuri smiles. How was any of this real? For so long he had watched Viktor from afar. Eager to get close to him, to be something special to him. And now…Viktor thought he was special.
“I should um, get back to work.” He turns on his heels and grabs the door handle. “See you later, V-Viktor.”
The moment he was done with work he scurried off to his dorm. He needed to physically and mentally prepare himself for the night to come.
He was a bit glad that Phichit wasn’t in the room, if he was he would definitely ask questions, and Yuuri wasn’t sure yet on what exactly was going to happen in this relationship. Were they going to be boyfriends? Lovers? Was Viktor just wanting sex?
He digs through his closet for something descent to wear and sprawls it on his bed. As quick as he can, he hops in the shower, desperate to get himself as clean and possible. He was so giddy, his heart was racing.
Once he’s freshened up, he grabs his wallet and shoves it into the back pocket of his jeans. He checks his phone: 6:40. He has more than enough time at least. Still, he rushes out the door. He didn’t want to keep Viktor waiting for one moment.
He arrives at the station, looking eagerly for Viktor. He knows he’s a few minutes early so he finds a seat on a bench. He’s nervous beyond belief, legs shaking as he twiddled with his thumbs. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for silver hair.
“Yuuri!” Viktor calls to him, approaching quickly. He looked just as good as he had when he saw him that night at the club. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
Yuuri stands quickly. “O-of course I would. Professor I-“
“Viktor.”
“huh?” Yuuri blinks.
“Yuuri, I would prefer you use my name. Calling me professor is a little strange don’t you think.” He grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers.
Yuuri’s face goes red. “Y-yes…Viktor.” His entire body went hot from the simple touch.
“Let’s go then.” Viktor smiles.
How could he be so calm? They were in public, what if another teacher or student caught them? What would happen if that was the case?
They board the crowded train. This was always a busy time since so many people went out for food.
“Stay close.” Viktor pulls him to his chest as people crowd around them. He wraps his arm around Yuuri’s waist.
The raven haired boy lets out a breath, and looks up at him. He’s smiling. At that moment, Yuuri wants so very badly to kiss him again. To bring their lips together and taste that fiery heat he tasted early that morning. But he can’t let the thoughts go passed that. He bites his lip and averts his eyes.
“What’s wrong Yuuri?”
He looks away quickly. “Nothing, just, it’s really crowded. Kind of makes me uncomfortable.”
Viktor responds by pulling him even closer. “Hmmm, is that so…, are you sure you’re not just nervous being so close to me?” he smiles teasingly.
“Eh! How did you know?”
“I didn’t.” he laughs. “It was just a guess really. No need to be so shy Yuuri.” Just as he finishes the sentence, the train bounces, and Viktor’s leg slips between Yuuri’s.
Yuuri lets out a small shriek before moving back as far as he could.
“S-sorry.” Viktor laughs. “That was definitely not on purpose.”
“I know, I’m just.” God he wants to hide his face. “I’m bad at this please ignore me.”
“Don’t worry too much about it Yuuri, I’m just as nervous as you are. My heart is beating really fast.” He laughs. “Let’s just do our best to enjoy each other’s company, okay?”
Yuuri nods, closing the distance between them again. Even though Viktor’s words were reassuring, he just couldn’t stop his heart from falling into his stomach. This was going to be a long night.