Title: Step With Me
Author: Lainx
Rating: /
Warnings: /
Summary: 

Just
follow the music. For a moment, let your thoughts and heart be filled with
love.

Link to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9648566

Please listen to this song while reading!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xqbs15FgXM

Is this happening to
me?

Have I lost all my
defenses?

Should I wait around
and see

What it’s like to lose
my senses?

The skater tenderly glided on the ice, smoothly
hugging his chest. The words full of gentle surprise echoed on his skin. The
audience watched, bewildered, the soft smile adorning the famous and handsome
face.

He used to yearn for a companion. His life had
been grand – celebrity and skill had been bestowed upon him like presents – but
lonely. Nothing could ever top the feeling of being Katsuki Yuuri’s husband and
skating partner.

Falling in love with Yuuri had been an
adventure on itself. It had been unexpected; it had been exciting. The months
following the banquet had been hectic – his nights were populated with the
feeling of a warm body moving against his, his days were filled with flashes of
bright eyes and scrunched-up adorable little nose. He could not shake him out
of his thoughts; he had been powerless before the onslaught of feelings.

Always looking for the
chase

From the high ground
to the ditches

But the chase I’ll
never miss

Now I know what
happiness is

This love’s delicious

Like home-cooked
dishes

I’m tasting
mischievously

Arriving in Japan had opened his heart wide,
wide, oh, so wide! He had expected to meet an extravagant and enthusiastic,
sexy man, and had been gifted with the cutest and humblest boy ever. His life had
then become a blur of practice sessions, tourism excursions, Makkachin, and, of
course, Yuuri’s family and friends. He had never felt more welcomed somewhere
than in this little ocean-side town where everyone knew and visited each other.
He had often found himself tearing up at the pile of fresh and folded clothes
awaiting him on his bed at the end of the day (even though he had assured
Hiroko time and time again that he could take care of this himself), or at the
food Toshiya would have kept warm for Yuuri and he when they finally got home
after a whole day at the rink.

It had felt good. It had felt like an
all-encompassing happiness. It had felt like home.

Step 1, come a little
closer

Step 2, rest upon my
shoulder

Step 3, I’m calling
you baby

Three steps away from
me

 

Step 4, we can get
married

Step 5, top it with a
cherry

Step 6, as good as it
gets

Now come along and
step with me

And during these months, he had tried to bring
Yuuri to him. He had vividly remembered the enthusiasm with which the man had
thrown his life upside down. Little by little, he had dedicated himself to
learn the ways of the beautifully complex human being that Katsuki Yuuri. He
had felt the man so close to love him!

As if he was rewarding him for his persistence,
exceeding his wildest dreams, Yuuri proposed to him. Yuuri suggested they
pair-skated. Yuuri asked him to live and train together in Saint Petersburg. Yuuri
once came home with a yipping mess of fluffy fur which had immediately been
adopted by their aging puddle. Yuuri built their life as a couple and he went
along, lost in an ocean of wonder.

Sun is shining up
ahead

In thirty years we’ll
still be happy

Making movies in my
head

Making Hollywood look
tiny

The years had passed, but his love for Yuuri had
stayed. He had accompanied him as a coach until retirement, and when they had
to settle down, married him and bought themselves a house. They never really
stopped surprising people, however. From the ice-skating show of Phichit (which
had them wearing hamster-hats of all things) to their way over the top marriage
ceremony, their lives had remained public and their characters well-loved
across the world.

But truthfully, Victor didn’t care about the
world. Not anymore. He still loved hearing the crowd chanting his name, he still
loved, watching their reactions as he skated to the tender notes of this
unassuming song with a passion rarely matched, but it was no longer the thing which
mattered the most.

His future seemed bright. He looked forward to waking
up with his arms around his husband for the rest of his mornings. He was sure
he would never grow tired of their silly antics, of the smell of Japanese cooking
in his kitchen or of their international travelling to meet friends here and
there.

To most people, it seemed unassuming dreams –
but to Victor, it beat the most grandiose destinies.  

Don’t know why but all
your words

Sound just like a
melody

From the pieces that
I’ve heard

I could build a
symphony

 

This love’s delicious

Like home-cooked
dishes

I’m tasting
mischievously

It didn’t matter what shape their love took.
They were best friends; they were coach and student. When they both retired,
they expected something to go a bit amiss. Victor however quickly discovered
that Yuuri’s effect on him did not depend on him being his coach or not. If
anything, it grew even stronger. He no longer found music only in the skating
of his partner, but in everything he did, in everything he said. He felt particularly
overwhelmed when they made love, when Yuuri turned into this breathtaking piece
of art however lewd or messy he got. His moans, his breaths, his touches, his
unrestrained shows of pleasure would shake Victor to the core – and later, when
choreographing his gala routines, the picture of his lover would linger in the
back of mind, adding a touch of fulfillment to the dance he created.    

This touch came in full blown now as the music
slowed. The voice of the singer became infinitely tender and Victor’s step
sequence picked up.

Step 1, come a little
closer

Step 2, rest upon my
shoulder

Step 3, I’m calling
you baby

Three steps away from
me

 

Step 4, we can get
married

Step 5, top it with a
cherry

Step 6, as good as it
gets

Now come along and
step with me

As he completes the first half of his routine
under the praises of the audience, his eyes search for the familiar figure.
Yuuri stands at the entry of the rink, his eyes twinkling. With a smile, the
dark-haired man starts leisurely skating toward him. As he nears his husband,
he pulls him into his arms and lets him hide his face in his neck for the
briefest second. After a word of praise at how well he prepared the ice for
him, he rubs his wedding band, leaves a tiny kiss on his ear, and grabs his left
hand.

Repressing giggles, they circle around each
other, falling into their now well-rehearsed couple dance, and together, they
leave the crowds and the world behind.