So, Slut Yuuri...

The whole saga starts off the night before the '17 GPFs, where in the middle of a hotel room blowjob Victor gasps and curls his fingers into Yuuri’s hair, asking, "Oh fuck, darling, where'd you learn how to do that tongue thing?”

Except Yuuri ignores him.

At the end of one mind-blowing deep throat, Victor throws his hands over his face & falls back onto the bed, utterly satisfied. “Yuuri, you’re incredible. Such a talented natural. How did I get so lucky?”

And Yuuri laughs, sex-drunk and happy. “Hardly a natural, I promise you.”

It’s a sweet shower thigh-fuck and cuddling in bed together later that it finally hits Victor. What exactly did Yuuri mean by “hardly a natural?”

By this time, however, Yuuri is fast asleep...

The next day at the practice rink, Yuuri is on the ice while Victor watches from the walls. Phichit bubbles up to tease Victor about the hickeys peeking out from under his scarf, and… who knows more about Yuuri than Phichit?

So Victor, very quietly in what is definitely not the worst idea ever, asks him if Phichit knows anything about Yuuri’s college escapades.

Phichit’s big eyes get a bit bigger. “So he finally told you about us, huh?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, he was moaning your name half the time.”

And just like that, as if he hadn't just dropped one colossal bomb onto Victor regarding his fiancé, Phichit hops away to skate

Okay.

Okay, wow. That is brand new information & Victor isn’t entirely sure what to do with it. Yuuri had slept with Phichit? Phichit had slept with Yuuri????

That’s… well, Phichit is objectively attractive, and Yuuri is irresistibly sexy, and they were college roommates, and Victor knows from experience how Yuuri gets when drunk.

That should not be shocking.

Everyone screws around in college, right?

Victor may or may not neglect to mention this new information to Yuuri when he’s done with practice. He’s still marinating. Why had Yuuri never told him? Hadn’t Victor asked him about his previous lovers? Okay, maybe he’d asked on about day two of them knowing each other...

That wasn’t the best timing, and the conversation hadn’t really come up afterwards. But still. This is something Yuuri should feel comfortable sharing with him, isn’t it? They're engaged now, and Victor doesn't care about who Yuuri slept with before him...

It does explain why Yuuri and Phichit are that close. And good for them. Victor doesn’t blame Phichit at all, he would have fallen over his feet to sleep with Yuuri if they had been college roommates.

Imagine the late night snuggling in a twin bed, soft touches turning into hands sliding down pajama pants, which would turn into rutting and heavy petting and…

Victor really needed to not have these kinds of thoughts in public, because it was going to become *noticeable*

He resolves to ask Yuuri about this later, but the lead up to the competition is busy and wild. So it slips his mind until the next day, shortly before the short program.

Returning to the green room after a conversation with Yakov, Victor sees Chris helping Yuuri stretch. Yuuri is in a full split, bending forward and flat against one leg, the other stretched out behind him.

Chris had one hand on Yuuri’s back, helping him stay down and the other… on his ass. Inappropriate, yes, but it’s Chris and Yuuri doesn't appear to be objecting.

Then Chris copes a visible feel with a squeeze and Yuuri yelps, snapping up, but he’s also laughing and only playfully swatting at Chris’ hands.

Yuuri's comfortable with it. Yuuri's always been kind of comfortable with it................

why.......

There’s a sudden flash of comments that overwhelm Victor’s memories.

“Oh,chéri, we all know exactly how flexible your Yuuri is.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not the first time someone’s been woken up because of how loud Yuuri is.”

“Oh, I do agree.The morning-after hair is absolutely the best look for him.”

"Yes, I do know what you mean by tongue-thing."

…
…
…
…...

Oh...

Oh, no.

Chris is Chris. Victor knows Chris. Victor knows Chris very well. So that’s exactly why he doesn’t bother beating around the bush when he approaches Chris—as soon as Yuuri’s gone off to do a quick round of pre-program interviews—and asks, “Have you slept with Yuuri?”

Chris doesn’t give him the answer he’s expecting, at least not in exact words. Though Victor isn’t exactly sure what he’s expecting. This is a lot to process. But Chris doesn’t help by laughing and purring with absolute satisfaction as he says, “Of course.”

Of course.

*Of course.*

OF COURSE?!?!?!?!?

Victor needs to sit down. Or talk to Yuuri. Yes, he definitely needs to talk to Yuuri. Except, Yuuri’s about to go on and perform his short program. And asking Yuuri about his experiences fucking both of their best friends probably is not the best idea right before that.

So Victor does something equally stupid, and asks Chris, “How many times?”

Bless Chris, bless his soul, because instead of answering, he wraps his arm around Victor’s shoulder and goes, “Victor, your reaction tells me that this is something you need to talk to your Yuuri about.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right. He’s slept with Victor’s fiancé, but he's right.

The short program is a bit of a blur. Victor cheers and claps and as Yuuri performs, twirling and jumping and *contorting* on the ice, Victor’s mind betrays him by flooding w/ extremely graphic images of a college-aged Yuuri naked while hot and heavy with both Chris and Phichit…

That night, after a good dinner in the hotel restaurant and a few glasses of wine, Victor and Yuuri end up giggling as they rush to their hotel room, hands sliding under each other’s clothes, lips seeking each other’s skin, heat rushing south...

And then Victor honors his foot kink by shoving his foot straight into his own mouth.

"Did you really sleep with Chris and Phichit?"

That was the wrong question to ask. Victor knows that was the wrong question to ask, because Yuuri freezes. His beautifully flushed cheeks so stark-white and his dark eyes go wide behind the lenses of his glasses.

“H-how do you know about that?”

“They might have… mentioned it,” Victor confesses, feeling heat building under his collar. That’s not the best way to tell him. Or approach this conversation. But now he’s started and he wants to know. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Instead of replying, Yuuri grabs their key and forces his way into their hotel room. Which is smart. This is not the type of conversation to have in a hotel hallway.

Victor slinks in after him, tail behind his legs like an injured puppy. "Yuuuuuuri, please."

Yuuri sits down on the bed, pulls his knees up to his chest and buries his face between his legs. Oh no, Victor’s fucked up.

“No, no, no, Yuuri, darling, it’s okay!” Victor insists, rushing over to him and placing his hands over Yuuri’s. “I just want to know, darling. I don’t care, it’s in the past… Right?”

Yuuri’s shoulders start shaking and, for a moment, Victor experiences pure horror. Dumbass. Idiot. Fool. Yuuri’s short program today had been brilliant and he’s in the lead for gold, and now Victor’s screwed that up by starting a potential argument.

Except Yuuri’s not crying…

He’s laughing.

Yuuri looks up, biting the insides of his cheeks to try and muffle his giggles.

Victor’s confused. To be fair, Victor is often confused by Yuuri. Yuuri is confusing and wonderful, and oh, what does Victor care if Yuuri’s slept with a couple of their fellow skaters, all that matters is this incredible being is now his. That’s Victor’s ring around his finger.

Take that, Giacometti and Chulanont!

“Okay, yeah, I did,” Yuuri confesses, lacing his fingers through Victor’s. “I’m sorry, it’s not something I should have kept from you but… There was never a good time to talk about it, and I didn’t want you to get… uncomfortable?"

Yuuri continues, "We’re all friends, and Chris is your friend, and… It was just a dumb and drunken threesome, it didn’t mean much and it was kinda weird anyway.”

Yes. Yes, exactly, Victor absolutely understood. It was just a—

Wait.

Wait, hold up.

What.

Victor’s mouth is dry. Parched. Like the desert. How much wine had they had? Three glasses? A bottle? Had he bathed in alternate reality juice? It was the first of April wasn’t it—No, Victor Nikiforov-soon-to-be-Katsuki, gather yourself back together.

This is not a big deal.

….right?

“I meant…” Victor croaks out, tightening his hold around Yuuri’s hands, “I meant… separately.”

“Oh.” Yuuri goes quiet. For a long time. For a very long time. Victor is certain the year turns and that the seasons change. They grow old together. They retire. At least they’re still together, that’s nice. “...Yeah, separately, too.”

Victor lets go of Yuuri’s hands. He’s fine. He’s fine with this. It’s a bit weird and it’s very new and it’s a lot to take in—probably just like getting double-penetrated by Chris and Phichit—but he can handle this.

“Victor, I’m sorry—”

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” Victor says, swallowing his shock and turning back toward Yuuri. It’s still Yuuri. His darling, beloved Yuuri. Victor’s always been eager to learn more about him, this is just an unconventional way of going about it.

“Really, Yuuri. I… just… Can you tell me more? I want to understand. If you’re comfortable talking about it?”

“Are you sure?” Yuuri asks, laughing nervously. “It’s… there’s a lot.”

When Victor smiles, he does so genuinely. "Tell me everything"

So Yuuri does. It takes him a while to open up and stop hesitating, but he tells Victor. About messing around with Chris while they were in juniors together and about losing his virginity to him. Victor isn’t jealous… Okay he’s a bit jealous.

Yuuri assures him that Chris was a gentleman, and Victor believes him. As much of a deviant Chris can be, he’s a romantic at heart.

Then Yuuri tells him about Phichit and about how a night in their dorm room when Phichit had excitedly told Yuuri he’d found a pornstar that kind of resembled Victor turned into watching said porn together, which then turned into… re-enacting said porn together.

Wow. That was kinda… hot. And almost flattering? Phichit had mentioned that Yuuri had moaned Victor’s name. So Victor asked about that, and a very blushy Yuuri confirmed that he had, on multiple occasions.

So apparently, his darling Yuuri had carried on a friends-with-benefits relationship with both Chris and Phichit throughout his college years. He said it made him feel confident, knowing that others were turned on by him,and that he sought out that comfort when he needed a boost.

Which made sense. And was fine. And Victor knew that Yuuri still sought out sex from him when he was feeling down and wanted that spike of confidence. So good. Good for him for having trusted friends to find that in, and good for Phichit and Chris for providing him with that.

“When did you… stop?” Victor asks. That was the real question. And the real dread.

But Yuuri smiles, turns toward him, and kisses him. “I haven’t slept with anyone else since you crashed into my life. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And so life is beautiful again. Wonderful bliss. Victor’s soul sings.

It's possible that he and Yuuri get a call from the front desk that night, citing a noise complaint. It's worth it.

Except…

Except it doesn’t end there.

The next day, they’re watching the ice dance free program and in the middle of a very sexually fueled performance from the French pair, Yuuri leans against Victor’s side and whispers, “I might have slept with them, too.”

Victor laughs and kisses his cheek, teasingly asking, “So how many of the other skaters have you slept with, darling?”

“A good few?”

Victor had been joking. But Yuuri’s not joking…

“How many is a few, miliy?”

“I’ve lost count.”

…He’s... lost count…

That happens to people.

Doesn’t it?

Victor lets it go. He wasn’t a virgin before Yuuri, and thus he has no right to judge Yuuri for his previous relationships.

They had gone and tested together before they stopped using condoms, and Victor was entirely fulfilled with their relationship.

...Was Yuuri fulfilled with their relationship?

Exactly how many was a good few?!

Victor spends the rest of the day suspicious of *everyone.* What about the Russian ice dancers? They were always very friendly with Yuuri whenever they were all at the rink together.

And what was with the one German singles skater who always gave Yuuri long and pining sidelong glances? And all the women who can never wait to complicate Yuuri’s artistry and movements and body—

He needs to stop. He needs to forget it. He needs to let go—

"What about Mila?"

“Victor, no.” Yuuri is firm as he laughs, burying his face in his hands as his cheeks go dark. “No one from St. Petersburg, okay?”

That is a bit of a relief.

There’s a pause.

“I did sleep with Sara, though.”

Another pause.

"...And her brother."

Victor is reeling. “You slept with twins?!”

“Only once!” Yuuri insists. “And not at the same time!”

Victor isn’t sure if that is worse or better. Oh, wow. Oh, lord. Bozhe moy. Yuuri was… His Yuuri was…

Yuuri was kind of a slut.

That explains why Mickey knows that Yuuri is a closet perv... Damn. Who else?

"Who else, Yuuri?"

Yuuri thinks and it almost looks like he's mentally counting.

Victor isn't ready for the truth. He should have never asked.

“Emil,” Yuuri says, holding out one of his hands and counting out a finger. “A few times. He was…really fun.” His face is bright red.

Victor, meanwhile, has lost feeling in his cheeks.

“And Seung-gil… Kinda.”

“Kinda?” Victor repeats, trying his best to keep his voice even.

“Just some… handjobs,” Yuuri clarifies. “Nothing more.”

Victor looks out at the audience and tries to think of anyone else Yuuri might have kind of had sex with. “What about JJ?”

Yuuri pulls a face and rapidly shakes his head. “No way.”

Oh, thank god.

“He offered. I turned him down.” Yuuri pauses. “But I have kissed Isabella…”

The scandal.

Victor rubs at his temples, feeling the onset of a headache. This is too much at once. Yuuri. His beautiful, innocent, shy Yuuri had apparently slept with half the figure skating association. “Please tell me you haven’t slept with any judges.”

“Victor, if I had slept with the judges, my world ranking would have been way higher way sooner.”

Yuuri has a point.

Victor goes quiet for a while. On one hand, it’s shocking. On the other, Victor had fallen in love with Yuuri in a single night and a few short months later, abandoned everything to fly halfway across the world for him because of a four-minute video. So he gets it.

Who wouldn’t want to sleep with Yuuri?

(Apparently, the answer is no one).

The rest of the GPF goes by without any more confessions from Yuuri, even after Victor cautiously points out a few more attractive skaters that would have had great potential as prior flings. No, however, Yuuri tells him no. That’s it. That’s the list.

Okay, maybe there’s a few of the hockey guys from college, and another couple of skaters who have since retired, but that’s it. That’s all. That’s the extent of it.

By this point, Victor has also lost count.

Victor is also imagining Yuuri getting gangbanged by a group of buff hockey players, but that’s… fine. That’s fine. He’s fine.

…

He’s not fine.

Victor is in the middle of a mental crisis.

Because sex with Yuuri had always been fantastic. More than fantastic. Mind-blowing. Off the charts.

Just thinking about one of their after-hours sessions at the ice rink locker rooms, or the time on the balcony of a Parisian hotel room, or the stupidly risky handjobs in the Yutopia hot springs… Was it enough???

Was Yuuri satisfied with their sex life?

How could he possibly be happy with lazy morning lovemaking in their apartment bed when he’d supposedly been fucked by half a hockey team?!

… Did the hockey guys have bigger dicks than Victor?

At least a couple of them had to have bigger dicks…

Victor had seen hockey player dick before and it was scary. But Yuuri was a size queen. Oh god, Victor's dick wasn't big enough for Yuuri, what was he going to do?!

At the free program, Yuuri delivers another record-breaking performance, apparently freed and lifted by his confessions. He sails across the ice in his sparkling white and blue costume, looking like an angel descended, and Victor has no idea what to do with himself.

Marry him. He’s gonna marry Yuuri. And he’s gonna bang him so damn good and hard and long, until the memories of everyone else from his past have been erased.

They don’t even make it a single round that night, because Victor can’t get it up.

Yuuri thinks it’s hilarious as he laughs against the base of Victor’s extremely soft dick, giggling as he kisses at the head and at Victor’s thighs,before giving up entirely.

Victor doesn’t think it’s funny at all.

Yuuri is gonna leave him. Leave him and marry the hockey team.

Yuuri tells him it’s fine as he kisses Victor’s face and his lips, still snickering as if he’s just heard the world’s funniest joke with the punchline being Victor’s un-erect penis. He says it happens and it’s fine. Victor has a lot to think about and that he understands.

But Victor doesn’t understand why his dick won’t work at such a crucial moment?!?!?!?

“It’s fine, Vitusha,” Yuuri purrs against his ear but it’s not fine, and it's not fair, and it’s awful, and Victor is gonna throw himself into the pool as soon as he’s done proving that he doesn’t need his non-hockey-player-sized-dick to satisfy his fiancé.

He fucks Yuuri open on his fingers and sucks Yuuri’s gorgeous cock into his throat, absolutely loving how Yuuri writhes and shivers and moans filthy compliments as he comes into Victor’s mouth.

There.

Good.

That’s what a five-time GPF champion can do. He’d like to see the hockey team try that…

…They probably already had, but Victor didn’t need to focus on that.

Victor still can’t get his own dick up, but he makes Yuuri orgasm another two times like he’s got something to prove, because he absolutely does.

As they lay together in the afterglow, Victor strokes his fingers through Yuuri’s hair and kisses his temple, and says, “Remember our first time together?”

“Mmmm,” Yuuri hums, blissed out and practically purring. “It was nice…”

Yes. Yes, it was very nice.

Very nice, indeed.

Nice.

...Nice.

Victor swallows around the ball welling up in his throat. Don't ask the question, Victor. Don't do it. Don't ask if you don't want to know the answer. Don't. Victor, don't you dare—

“Only nice?”

Yuuri traces a heart pattern across the center of Victor’s bare chest and then smashes his actual heart into tiny little pieces when he laughs. “I mean, it wasn’t brilliant.”

Victor wants to melt away. Melt away like the ice in the summer and evaporate, never to be seen again. His fiancé, the love of his life, his most precious treasure in the entire world, didn’t think their sex life was brilliant…

“Victor…” Yuuri pushes himself up and leans over him, lightly touching Victor’s cheek. Victor nearly flinches away, but stops himself. “Victor, it was so awkward! We were both so nervous. We ripped two condoms and it was over so quick and…"

"...I love you so much, but our first time was awful.” He laughs and it drives a two-meter icicle straight through Victor’s heart.

“It doesn’t matter though, because it’s the only first time I want to remember. I just… whenever I think about it, the only thought I have is that I knew, in that moment, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Even though the sex was awful?” Victor mutters, staring at the ceiling, his soul and his pride and everything he ever cared about leaving him in a state of utmost betrayal.

“You and I both know that we tried again almost immediately after, and that the second time was so good that we nearly broke the bed.”

That was true. They had. They’d cracked the frame and needed to hastily and quietly repair it before they could fall asleep, because they had been idiots and fucked for the first (and second) time under the roof of Yuuri’s family home.

“How about now?” Victor asks.

“Vitusha, darling, what do you think?” Yuuri laughs, kissing him again. “You just made me come three times…”

“But was it good?”

He gets smacked for that one, lightly and playfully, and frankly he deserves it.

Yeah, it was a stupid question.

Victor couldn’t imagine better sex than the sex he had with Yuuri. He couldn't imagine a better life than the one he had with Yuuri.

And that should have been the end of it.

But Victor’s nasty little brain wouldn’t let him escape the anxiety of thinking that maybe, just maybe, Yuuri would have preferred his sex life before he had been confined to one and only one partner…

So he worried.

Perhaps too much. Perhaps enough that Yuuri noticed. Perhaps so much that it might have, just a bit, started impacting Victor’s performance in the bedroom.

Which caused an argument. Or two.

It’s not Yuuri’s fault. It’s Victor’s insecurities, only he doesn’t know what to do about it. He can’t forget what Yuuri’s told him. And he can’t get upset over Yuuri’s past.

He trusts and loves Yuuri, but he can’t help feeling that, after all of Yuuri’s experiences, that he’s not enough for Yuuri.

And Yuuri deserves the world.

And so Victor needs to give him the world. Or at least, part of it.

Except that, apparently, satisfying Yuuri is no longer a one-person job. Victor needs to recruit help. Someone they both trust. Someone Yuuri is comfortable with. Victor is not going to ask Phichit because that’s just… weird. And maybe he’s still a bit jealous.

But he can ask Chris.

Because possibly, he too might have at one point, kind of, sort of slept with Chris.

Victor asks Yuuri first.

It takes some time working up to it, and a whole lot of sweet talk, but eventually Victor asks Yuuri if he wants to try having a threesome again. With him. And Chris.

He doesn’t get the reaction he’s expecting.

Yuuri blinks at him, slowly, and arches an eyebrow. Not a very Yuuri-like reaction. There’s contemplation on his face, and a bit of… something. Victor isn’t sure. He’s not upset, he’s not put off, he’s… angry? Horny? Both? Neither???

“Victor, I don’t need anyone else but you,” Yuuri says.

Victors knows that. Victor wants to believe that. But he doesn’t want Yuuri to feel like he’s missing out on the thrill of a wild sex life just because he decided to get engaged to Victor.

So, this is a great solution!

Victor explains, to make Yuuri understand his worries and his wishes. He wants Yuuri to be happy, and if that means a bit of extra Swiss spice in the bedroom once in a while, he’d be okay with that. He thinks. Probably.

Besides, Victor’s never had a threesome. While Yuuri’s had several. That meant they had to be good. Right?

There’s some back and forth, until finally Yuuri sighs and agrees. Sure. He had definitely fantasized about sleeping with Victor back when he’d been with Chris, and if Victor wants to try it out, he is not opposed.

If Chris agrees, it could be fun.

When Victor tells him, Chris calls him an idiot. He rolls his eyes, questions Victor’s sanity, and then promises to give them the best ménage à trois experience imaginable.

It’s settled.

Victor is going to bang his fiancé, with his best friend’s help. How… exciting?

It doesn’t actually happen for a couple of months, as they are all busy preparing for Worlds. But when it does happen, ohhhhh, is it exciting. Or so Victor tells himself.

Because a very naked Yuuri and a very naked Chris are making out on a hotel room bed beside Victor and he isn’t exactly sure how he’s feeling about this. It’s hot. It’s objectively hot. Chris is good-looking and Yuuri is gorgeous, and they’re both hard, and—

Victor has to stop himself from slapping away Chris’ hand when it goes around to smack Yuuri’s ass.

That’s his ass to smack. And bite. And eat out.

Hmmm…

He needs to get a grip. Preferably around one of the two dicks in front of him, because this was his idea.

Victor has laid down some rules before all of this started. Chris needs to ask Yuuri for everything, so Victor can make sure that at no point is Yuuri uncomfortable. If at any point, Yuuri decides he doesn’t want to go through with this anymore, then they stop, no questions asked

The touching is fine, the kissing is fine, but maybe double-check before any real fucking starts and…

...Victor made these rules for himself, didn’t he?

Yuuri tells Chris what he wants, but the whole time his eyes train on Victor. He puts his arms around Victor, he whispers sweet reassurances to Victor, he kisses Victor, and when Chris slides a lubed-up vibrator into Yuuri’s hole, he moans against Victor’s tongue.

Oh, Victor does kind of like this. He thinks he’d like it better if they got rid of Chris but… can he do that now? Is that okay? Again, this was his idea… He doesn’t want to disappoint Yuuri by stopping now.

Moments later, Victor’s dick is in Yuuri’s mouth and he’s receiving the greatest blowjob he’d ever experienced as Chris fucks Yuuri with the vibrator.

...If Victor wanted to, he could be the one fucking Yuuri with the vibrator, even while still getting the blowjob.

It’s going well. Really well. Up until the point Chris pulls out the vibrator, rolls on a condom, and then goes to put his dick into Yuuri.

“No—”

Victor’s protest is barely out of his mouth before Yuuri is snapping around and halting Chris by latching onto his wrists, hissing out a firm and very sexy, “Get out.”

Victor’s definitely marrying the right man.

Beautiful, wonderful, understanding Chris throws up his hands as he laughs in delight and obediently backs off. Victor loses focus immediately afterwards, because Yuuri has landed in his lap, taken his cock in hand, and sank straight down onto him.

Hallelujah.

At some point, Victor vaguely realizes that Chris is gone and his clothes, previously on the floor, are missing.

He’ll have to send a gift basket in apology. Or flowers. Or a big dildo. Or all of the above. He’ll decide later, because at that moment, Yuuri is wet and loose and making his brain short-circuit as he rides Victor into oblivion.

Yuuri asks Victor how he feels. How does Victor like knowing he owns Yuuri so completely, that Yuuri has chosen him and only him and that he doesn’t need anyone else, ever again?

Oh, Victor likes that. Loves that. He runs through every positive adjective he can possible come up with. Amazing. Incredible. Perfect.

He can do a lot better, but it’s kinda hard to think when all he wants to do is thrust into Yuuri’s hot, slick, open body and drive those bewitching moans out of him.

Victor loses count again, though this time it's how many times they fuck each other to orgasm. Two? Three? Four?
How had he ever doubted how good their sex was?
Beneath him, Yuuri is shaking and mewling and begging and leaking pearls onto his own stomach, and wow, wow, wow, wow.

After they finally collapse onto each other, limbs feeling like jelly, lungs burning, and private regions way too sensitive, Yuuri overwhelms Victor with sweet kisses and endless teasing and, damn, Victor is so in love...

“I’m so lucky,” Victor breaths out, bringing Yuuri’s hand to his mouth and kissing it repeatedly where the gold ring glints around the base of his finger.

Yuuri snorts. “You think you're the lucky one?”

“Yes?” Victor states, in disbelief. “The whole world wants you but somehow you’ve agreed to marry me? My Yuuri. Being able to say that is like a gift…”

"That's my line, Mr. Living Legend."

Victor buries his face into Yuuri’s neck, smiling so widely that his cheek muscles hurt and yet he can’t do a single thing to stop it. He asks Yuuri if he’s okay with what just transpired and Yuuri reassures him.

That he’s chosen Victor, that he's beyond happy with Victor, and that he only wants it to be the two of them, forever on. If that’s okay with Victor.

Of course it’s okay with Victor.

Then, Yuuri also calls Victor an idiot. And Victor agrees. But he’s an idiot in love, so surely that gives him a pass this time around?

They do apologize to Chris after, once by text and then again in person. All Chris says to Victor is, “I told you so.”

The rest is settled bliss.

(Although, a short while later, Victor does order him and Yuuri a special dildo, molded after his own dick. For those days when maybe Yuuri craves a little extra.

But, you know, for just the two of them…)

THE END

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