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The apartment is silent when Yuuri goes in, face a fire-engine red and heart beating hummingbird fast inside his chest. He’s just about to make a quick escape to his room (so that he can scream into his pillow and ease the pressure in his chest because holy hell, he just kissed Viktor Nikiforov on the cheek), when the kitchen light turns on, revealing a grinning Phichit perched on one of the bar stools.
All that’s missing is a fluffy, white cat and Phichit is on his way to becoming a fully-fledged Bond villain.
“Well, well, well,” Phichit drawls, eyeing him up and down, and Yuuri is suddenly, very painfully aware of the fact that he is not wearing the clothes he left in earlier, and is in fact wearing Viktor’s clothes. “Those aren’t your clothes.”
“They got wet.”
“Yuuri Katsuki! I am scandalized--”
“Ohmygod, not like that! It rained earlier and we got caught--nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not talking to you about this. You forfeited your hearts to my heart when you told Viktor and I to use lots of lube.”
“Okay, one, nice reference usage.” “And two, I got you two to start talking!”
“Uh, yeah, we started talking about our terrible friends.”
“Yuuri, come on! I know that smile. You’re dying to tell me what happened, I know you are! How was it? How was he? Did he actually get you in bed by nine? Because let me tell you, it is currently thirty minutes past eleven on my watch, and it is way past your curfew, young man.”
“What? No! Fine, okay. We had lunch at Crispino’s and then we took a walk in the park, and we talked shop for a bit.” “And then, by mid-afternoon, it started raining and we both didn’t have umbrellas. His--uh--apartment was close by so--”
“Holyshit, Yuuri, you filthy slut. I’m so proud of you.”
“Nothing happened! I took a shower at his place and he gave me a change of clothes, and ohmygod, Phichit, he has this really adorable standard poodle. I mean, Vicchan is still cuter and number one, obviously.”
“Uh, yeah, obviously.” “Well, what happened next?”
“He cooked me dinner and we talked about my thesis. Afterwards, he offered me a ride home and here we are.”
“And? Come on, Yuuri! I’m dying here!”
“And nothing! We went on a date, it was fun. That’s it!”
“Really? That’s it? I ain’t buying what you’re selling, Katsuki.”
“Okay, fine. I kissed him.”
“Oh my god--”
“On the cheek!”
“Just the cheek?! Are you a middle schooler?!”
“You’re the one who told me not to put out on the first date!”
“Yeah! I told you not to put out, not act like some prudish virgin!”
(A moment of silence.)
“I think he’s really attracted to me though.”
“No shit. What gave it away?”
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The bloodcurdling screech Yuri lets out when he sees Viktor is just that, bloodcurdling. Viktor has no idea why his little cousin is shrieking up a storm so early in the morning, but it really needs to stop right now or else he was going to cut a bitch. Viktor had just stayed up until the early hours of dawn researching about weddings and setting up a Pinterest board, and his head is pounding. He regrets ever giving Yuri a key to his apartment. Especially when Yuri slams the front door so hard that it startles Makka from her breakfast.
That little brat.
Running a gentle hand along Makka’s flank to soothe her, Viktor gives Yuri a look that hopefully conveys, don’t think I wouldn’t throw you out, you little shit, before he pastes on a smile that, according to Chris, can cut actual diamonds, Vitya, god, put that thing away, you’re giving me the creeps. He’s made countless students and maybe a generous handful of colleagues cry with this smile, and it doesn’t fail him now as Yuri falters and takes a step back.
Ha.
Viktor takes a moment to relish the few seconds of blessed quiet before he straightens up from his crouch and heads over to the sitting area to greet Yuri. “Good morning to you too, Yura,” he drawls, leaning against the couch and spearing Yuri with the most unimpressed look he can muster.
Yuri, in true Yuri fashion (i.e. terrible style), only scowls in response before his eyes fall on Viktor’s sweater. And then he’s spluttering, face turning a lovely shade of puce and contorting into an expression Viktor last saw when Yuri was fresh out of his poor mother’s vagina. As he hasn't really done anything in recent memory to warrant such a look, Viktor has absolutely no idea why he’s on the receiving end of Yuri’s rage. From the way Yuri is taking a deep breath in preparation to howl like a banshee, Viktor has a feeling that he’ll find out soon enough.
“You—that’s Katsudon’s sweater!”
Or not.
Because Viktor has no idea what that means and doesn’t know why Yuri expects him to understand. He may be a genius, but he still hasn’t actually acquired the ability to read people’s minds, no matter what his students might think.
“Who?”
Yuri shrieks again, this time throwing one of the couch pillows at Viktor with terrifying accuracy.
“HOW DARE YOU,” Yuri cries, and Viktor balks because there are actual tears in his eyes. The last time Viktor made Yuri cry was when he was still a toddler and it’s terrifying to witness Yuri showing some kind of emotion aside from teenage angst. It’s like seeing something not meant for mortal eyes, like Medusa’s face, and Viktor wouldn’t be too surprised if he turns to stone at the sight. “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING?!”
“Katsudon?” Viktor echoes, blinking slowly while he dodges another pillow. “What are you talking about?” Like any other problem he’s faced with, Viktor wants to figure things out as quickly as possible. Time is always of the essence. Although, Viktor has to admit that he’s only hurrying because he’s meeting up with Chris and Mathieu for brunch later and he is so ready to gush about Yuuri Katsu— “Wait, do you mean Yuuri Katsuki?”
“YOU’RE WEARING HIS FUCKING SWEATER!”
Viktor feels his cheeks heat at Yuri’s exclamation, one hand smoothing self-consciously down the front of Yuuri’s incredibly soft, cable-knit sweater. Yuuri’s clothes had dried overnight and the temptation proved too much for him to resist when he’d set out to fold them, leading to the current situation. That is, Viktor wearing Yuuri’s sweater like a creepy pervert.
Which, for the record, he is not.
Viktor just has very bad impulse control (see Viktor Nikiforov, early childhood to adult life), and okay, fine, maybe he wanted to check if the sweater still smelled like Yuuri even after going through a wash cycle. He can’t help that he’s naturally curious. It’s what makes him such a great scientist after all.
As a man of science, it’s Viktor’s duty to get to the bottom of things. If testing his hypotheses (Ho: Yuuri’s clothes no longer smell like him; Ha: Yuuri’s clothes still smell like him) means burying his face into Yuuri’s sweater and eventually wearing it, then that’s just how it is. People do weird things in the name of science all the time, just look at the biology department and the crazy shit they get up to all the time.
“It rained,” he offers meekly, fidgeting with the bottom of the sweater and refusing to meet Yuri’s gaze. Viktor doesn’t need to be judged so early in the morning, and Yuri was definitely, definitely judging him. “And I ran out of clothes.”
“You’re such a fucking creep.”
“Maybe so.”
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Viktor <3
Good morning, Yuuri!! <3 <3 <3
Makka says hello!
[image: Viktor and Makka smiling at the camera]
Good morning!
Please give Makka a kiss from me
Awww, no kiss for me? I’m so hurt, Yuuri!!
( ; ω ; )
Haha! I’m just kidding!!
[image: a blushing Yuuri blowing a kiss
at the camera]
Yuuri!!!
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“Knock, knock.” A familiar voice calls from above him, followed by two quick raps on the side of his cubicle, making Yuuri look up from where he’s been staring blankly at the picture of Vicchan to see Mila grinning down at him. “You alright there, Yuuri?”
Yuuri lets out a small huff, motioning to the still untouched stack of papers from his lab class he still needs to grade. “I’ll live,” he says, even though the last stack of papers he’d had to deal with almost made him lose hope in humanity because one student plagiarized an entire paper and thought that the author of the damn journal article wouldn’t notice. Yuuri’s name was on the very first page of that article, his surname was on every footer, so he honestly does not understand why anyone would submit a paper they plagiarized from him. “What brings you here, Mila?”
Mila grins even wider, holding up a paper bag bearing the Crispino’s logo. “I have a delivery for you,” she sing-songs, handing the bag over with a saucy wink. “It’s from Dr. Nikiforov,” Mila starts and Yuuri’s heart jumps when he peers inside the bag and sees two sandwiches and a bottle of juice. “And before you say anything, I offered to take it to you because he was getting annoying and I can only listen to so much pining.” (Edit: add Mila also returning Yuuri’s clothes)
“Dr. Nikiforov isn’t pining.”
“Oooooh, so it’s Dr. Nikiforov, huh? Kinda kin--”
“Viktor isn’t pining.”
“Oh, trust me, Yuuri, he is and it’s terrible.”
“Thanks for delivering this, Mila.”
“Eh, no prob. I was done with the exercise anyway. And well, this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in our department, y’know? Aside from that time someone almost blew up the building.” Mila says, as if the science building isn’t under constant threat of being blown up to bits between them and the chemistry department.
“Glad to be of service.”
“If you really want to thank me, you can help me solve one of Dr. N’s problems. I really need that perfect quiz grade.”
“I’m not gonna solve it for you, but I will look over your solution and tell you if you’re on the right track. How about that?”
“Ohmygod! Are you serious? You’re the best, Yuuri!” “Oh, damn, I have to go back now. I’ll see you later!”
“Ah, Mila! Wait, I—uh, have a little favor to ask.”
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Viktor <3
Thank you for lunch
<3
<3 <3!!!!
You got it!!!
It’s so annoying that our schedules don’t
sync up! I really wanted to have lunch with
you again.
Huh, I guess that explains why we
never ran into each other before.
I wanted to have lunch with you too
[image: a selfie of Yuuri wearing safety goggles]
<3 <3 <3 <3
You look so cute even with safety goggles on!!
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“Dr. Nikiforov!”
“Yes?”
“Yuuriwantsyoutohavethis.” “Um. I mean. Mr. Katsuki asked me to give you this.”
“Oh. Thank you. I—you’re in my introductory physics class, aren’t you?”
“Yessir, I’m Kenjirou Minami, sir.”
“Thank you for delivering this, Mr. Minami.”
“It wasn’t any trouble. It was in my way and Yuu—Mr. Katsuki really wanted you to have that but he was too busy with the experiment so I volunteered to take it to you.”
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<3 Yuuri <3
[image: a selfie of Viktor taking a sip from a coffee cup;
behind him are students answering some sort of exam]
Thanks for the coffee!!
I’m gonna need it for this crowd
You’re welcome
BTW, someone’s cheating in the back row.
Third person from the left.
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(viktor class scene where he’s obviously pining VERY HARD. and a student hesitantly asks if everything is okay when viktor maybe sighs for the umpteenth time.
“How do you tell the most beautiful man in the world that he’s beautiful?”
(Mila snorts in her seat.)
“Er. I’m...I like girls, professor.”
“Oh.”
“But, uh--well, I’d um, my girlfriend likes poetry? So um. I write her poems and stuff.”
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Chris
Drop by the studio today ;)
I may have something relevant to your interests
[peach emoji] [peach emoji] [peach emoji]
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(viktor’s religious experience w the pole)
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(quick dinner. Viktor offers to take yuuri back home and they make out in viktor’s car. It’s supposed to be just one kiss but it gets heated pretty fast and they’re interrupted once again by guang-hong who parks his bike right next to viktor’s car. IM SO SORRY GH. but anyway yeah mila is there to the rescue. “I thought your exam wasn’t until next week?” “He moved it to this week because he’s evil.” “Wait. Viktor’s your professor? I thought--oh my god, you’re the one who made that trick question about the ice skater! That was brilliant!” “Oh. Thank you. You’re tutoring my students?” “Er. Well. I didn’t know they were your students.” “God, that’s so hot.” Mila clears her throat. “Really hate to break up the love fest, but we’re on a time crunch here, Dr. N.” “Right! Sorry, I uh--” “I’ll see you this Saturday?” “Yeah. Okay.” “I’ll send you the full solution to the trick problem when I get home.” in other news they’re hot for each other being smart, everyone is baffled)
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The dinner is wonderful.
Or at least, Yuuri thinks it is, because he honestly can’t remember anything aside from the heat of Viktor’s hand on his hip.
Yuuri's eyes widen as he takes Viktor in. "Fuck, you're huge."
Viktor huffs out a laugh in response, molding against Yuuri and whispering into his ear. "Well, you did say you were looking for a challenge."
"Oh god, you're terrible." Except well, Yuuri's the terrible one because that gets him hot anyways.
"And yet," Viktor teases, already slicking up his fingers and hitching Yuuri's leg higher on his shoulder, almost bending him in half.
"You're lucky you're hot," Yuuri grits out when the first finger slips in, right to the knuckle. Viktor laughs, a loud and happy thing as he proceeds to open Yuuri up with eager fingers.
"To have you in my bed, darling? I am very lucky indeed."
If most of his blood wasn't already in his dick, Yuuri was sure that he would've flushed even further at Viktor's words. As it is, he only whines and squirms around the fingers--three, now--spearing him open.
Viktor's only pushed in the head and Yuuri can already feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He feels like he's being split open, body pushed to the limits as Viktor sinks more of his cock inside him.
"Are you alright?" Viktor asks when he's managed to stuff maybe half of his ridiculously fat cock up Yuuri's twitching and hungry hole.
I have your humongous cock up my ass, what do you think? Yuuri thinks mutinously and doesn't bother gracing Viktor with a response, focusing instead on relaxing his muscles as the last few inches force their way through, stuffing him full. Dark eyelashes flutter against flushed cheeks and Yuuri trembles, and swears that he just felt his insides shift to make room for Viktor.
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"I think you broke me," Yuuri complains later, after Viktor's fucked him through the mattress and after Yuuri's ridden Viktor into the damn sunset. "I can't have sex with anyone else ever again."
"Good," Viktor rumbles and suddenly there are hands squeezing at his ass and Yuuri mouths helplessly at the other man's collarbone when fingers rub against his loose and sloppy hole. "I intend to keep you forever, preferably. Maybe tied to my bed."
"Fuck."
"Oh? You like that? I'd keep you wet and open so I can just slide inside whenever I want to. Maybe fill your greedy little hole my seed."
"Viktor. Stop talking unless you can get it up again and fuck me."
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: Mon, April 23, 2018 at 10:21
Subject: No Classes Today
no classes today but all worksheets need to be submitted and on my desk by 1 pm sharp. you can have an extension on your methodology until midnight
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]; [email protected]; [email protected]; [email protected]; [email protected]
Date: Mon, April 23, 2018 at 10:30
Subject: DR. N JUST GOT LAID HALLELUJAH
THERES NO CLASS TODAY LOSERS BC DR. N WINS IN EVERYTHING
BBUT Y’ALL STILL NEED TO SUBMIT WORKSHEETS TELL YOUR CLASS BC I CAN’T BE ASSED TO MAIL EVERYONE GOODBYE
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(the honeymoon phase. more texts and CLASSROOM SCENES.)
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A knock sounds on his door just as Viktor pushes the screen of his laptop closed.
“Consultation hours are over--”
“Can’t you make an exception for me, professor?”
BOOM OFFICE SEX
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(more cutesy date stuff??)
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The thing about the universe is that it naturally lends itself to chaos. (something something entropy??)
(yuuri’s no good, very bad day + mari’s phonecall)
“Yuuri? It’s Vicchan--”
(CLIFFHANGER HUZZAH)
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- let me preface this w vicchan is fine
- he just has a bit of health scare but he's fine i won't do any of u dirty like that
- BUT ANYWAY yuuri, as yuuri does, goes into a DOWNWARDS SPIRAL and just stops responding to viktor’s texts and p much barricades himself in his room WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY NOT OKAY BC HE HAS A DISSERTATION TO DEFEND
- Anyway ANYWAY yuuri finally gets his shit together thanks to a Phichi Intervention but also bc Vicchan is okay and Mari yells him out of his downwards spiral truly the magic of older sisters
- BUT YEAH yuuri ready to crawl through hell and back in front of lilia to have him defend his thesis bc he missed the date but lilia’s just “can you do it today?” “today? Right now? i—yes, yes of course, dr. baranovskaya. Thank you so so much.” Lilia sniffs. “I didn’t steal you from Cialdini for nothing.” SOMEHOW VIKTOR GETS ROPED INTO JOINING THE PANEL IS THIS ETHICAL?? WHO KNOWS??
- Yuuri gets to defend his dissertation hurrah hurrah and there’s palpable tension in the air between him and Viktor and Lilia SNIFFS THAT SHIT OUT and says, “congratulations, katsuki, now go fix whatever it is with Vitya.” “I’m not—I don’t know how to fix it.” “You’re a smart boy, you can figure it out.”
- Viktor’s already gone when Yuuri comes down and its all v sad and as he’s walking home, it rains. It’s all Very Anime Sad Times. Viktor pulls over next to him on the sidewalk and is all “get in the car, Yuuri” “no, it’s fine, you don’t have to—“ “Yuuri, please.”
- THEY TALK IT OUT LIKE ADULTS yuuri finally explains why he ghosted viktor and viktor is obvs v understanding abt this and feelings feelings they have car sex
- TIMESKIP VIKTOR WINS A NOBEL PRIZE FUCKING FINALLY. The first thing Viktor does when he receives the prize money is get Yuuri a suit. "Viktor! You should've bought something for yourself!" "I like buying stuff for you." The second thing he does is wheedle Yuuri into going home to Japan, "so I can meet your parents, Yuuri!" "I already bought tickets, actually. You'll have to stay in my room 'cause it's the festival season and we're full." "Yuuri."
- END