DOUBLE THE EROS OWO
Based on an AMAZING ficlit by @lucycamui >w<The lights were low on the ice. The crowd in the stands gave a loud cheer in anticipation of the special exhibition piece. The medalists from Japan and from Russia were expected, but it was the former who stepped out under the red-tinted spotlight as a Spanish guitar strummed over the speakers, flooding the venue. An arrangement of the short program his coach had made for him two years prior, matured up.
Yuuri took to the center of the ice, his hair slicked back, a hint of dusted shadow lining his upper lashes. As the strings vibrated, he took the collar of his Team Japan jacket between his teeth, unzipping it slow to the sensuality of the music. It dropped off one shoulder, then the next, revealing the Eros costume he had skated with when he had first come under Victor’s coaching. The crowd cheered, someone hollering in a manner uncommon to their sport. Yuuri smirked, sweeping his fingers through his hair as he rolled his neck, cocked his hip, and winked at the nearest camera.
A wolf whistle sounded, cutting sharp through the break in the guitar. The cameras caught several blood red roses that were flung at Yuuri’s feet. The focus of the light snapped across the venue to Victor, who was dressed not in his usual coach’s suit but slacks and a plain white button-up as he climbed over the wall of the rink to get to Yuuri. He dropped rather unceremoniously before pushing himself up, making a show of dusting off his knees, and launching himself across the ice. His signature golden blades flashed as he skated, chasing a dream.
Yuuri shrank away, skating backwards as he avoided the embrace Victor tried to seek out, acting out the role of the playboy. The guitar continued to strum, faster and louder, building as Yuuri turned to avoid the pursuits while Victor mimed begging for Yuuri’s attention. A game of cat and mouse, with Victor chasing after Yuuri and getting close in the split second before Yuuri dodged away.
Victor stopped, rolling up his sleeves, and skated fast. Looping Yuuri, he launched into his seemingly-effortless quad flip, the execution as perfect as ever. Yuuri paused on a toepick, his attention caught. He took one step forward, then two, holding out a hand in offer.
The cheers from the audience sounded with overt enthusiasm as Victor straightened, smirked, and stripped off his clothes in one to reveal a matching costume of black mesh and gleaming crystals underneath.
Across the distance of the ice, Victor and Yuuri stared at each other as the infamous starting notes to Yuuri’s On Love: Eros sang off the sharpness of a violin.
Crowds to exhibitions always filled out when Victor and Yuuri were scheduled to skate together. They had taken home silver and gold at the competition, causing a frenzy when, on the podium, Yuuri pulled his coach and competitor in for a celebratory kiss. They had each other’s hands held now, Victor’s arm looped Yuuri’s waist. Yuuri’s fingers curled around Victor’s bicep, his leg up and resting on Victor’s hip as they skated.
Victor spun Yuuri out and then back into his arms, dipping him so low that his hair brushed the cold. When tugged back up, Yuuri snapped them close, chest to chest. His hands just glimpsed the sides of Victor’s face, lips parted and tempting the other in for a kiss before pulling away, taking a dominant hold on his partner.
They switched leads as they skated, one, then the other. Victor lifted Yuuri into the air in a spin, bringing him down slowly, lips ghosting a breath apart. Yuuri’s leg hooked over Victor’s hip and spun him around, hands low on his waist, pushing them across the edge of the rink, face buried in the crook of Victor’s neck.
As the music and the story teased the back and forth, Victor and Yuuri continued to pull apart for only moments, always finding their way back to each other. Hand in hand, face to face, heart to heart. As the music reached a crescendo, they were inseparable, dancing as if the world existed for just the two of them.
The ending pose was one of Yuuri clinging onto Victor’s arm, begging him not to go, one of his roses held out in offer.
The crowd applauded as the two drew apart, smiles on their faces at the successful debut of a new exhibition program. Yuuri turned to the crowd, waving and dipping his head in a bow. When the crowd’s normal applause transitioned into a collective gasp, a look of confusion passed over his expression. He snapped around, eyes going wide as Victor knelt down on one leg, his hands up and asking for Yuuri’s. Victor’s lips moved, silent to the rest of the arena, and Yuuri’s eyes began to fill, his smile stretched beyond his cheeks.
As Yuuri nodded and threw himself into Victor’s arms, the lights were cut and the audience went wild.
Plume de Lynx 