Another year had past, they were back at the banquet at the end of season. It was an amazing one at that. Victor rocketed back, shaking everything up. But what everyone was most surprised about, was Victor's husband wearing the gold; though you would have thought Victor had won by how proud he was if Yuuri. Even after his scores were announced, Victor realized Yuuri had beat him. You never would have known any difference. He had stood in the kiss and cry, lifted Yuuri and started kissing him and spinning him around.

What they did expect at the banquet, was Victor feeding Yuuri a lot of champagne. Yuuri forcing Yuri to a dance off, and then Chris pulling out a pole. This was normalcy now and the skaters always looked forward to it.

Victor could have not been any prouder. He was watching Yuuri still half-dressed spinning around the pole and laughing. This year was a huge struggle, but Yuuri pulled it off. They had worked very hard, and though Victor did give his all on the ice, Yuuri had surpassed him. Victor was afraid at first how he would feel if Yuuri won and he did not, he realized now there was nothing to worry about. Yuuri was amazing and he deserved it. He continued to clap and smile up at Yuuri spinning around the pole.

Once Yuuri had come down from the pole, he still had his pants on and his shirt, though the shirt was unbuttoned and his tie still around his neck. Laughing he grabbed Victor and pulled him to him kissing him. Victor knew Yuuri was beyond ecstatic and his laughter was doing things to him they shouldn't out in a public banquet hall. Groaning he pulled Yuuri back to his side and they walked around starting to say their goodbyes.

Yuuri had not realized Victor had slipped the key-card out his pants pocket as they were heading out. Phichit came over to wish them a good evening. That was when Victor hugged Phichit as he slipped the key-card in his pocket, whispering in his ear "Room 823, give us about 30 minutes first." Winked at him and they left.

Phichit had stood there stunned. He knew he had had a few glasses of champagne but he didn't think he had gone completely insane either. He had hung out with Victor and Yuuri a lot in the last year, and nothing was ever brought up about last year at the pool. Sometimes he would wonder if it was a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He knew he also would never be the one to ask either, especially now that those two had gotten married. Hell he was even Yuuri's best man!

Phichit mingled a bit more. Got another glass of champagne but sipped it slowly. He did not want to seem eager, but he was and time was moving too slowly. Realizing it had been 25 minutes he went and said his goodbye around the room and slowly headed out to the elevator. Stepping in he pushed the 8 button.

Once they had reached the elevators, Yuuri latched onto Victor and started to kiss his neck. Victor had made Yuuri wait two weeks before they could do anything so they could focus on the competition and he had been teasing Yuuri all night at the banquet. Little kisses on the neck, grabbing his ass, even gently palming the front of his pants when no one was looking. Yuuri would groan and glare at Victor knowing what he was up too. Victor loved to tease Yuuri and the blush that would still creep into his cheeks.

He pulled Yuuri to him tightly as they rode up the elevator. Grabbing his hips pulling them to his as Yuuri started moaning into his neck. They heard the the ding of the elevator and Victor all but pulled Yuuri out and dragged him into the room. Once in the room he pinned Yuuri to the wall. Feeling his body against him moving around his as he wiggled and whined into the kiss.

"Vitya… I need you… now." Yuuri moaned into his neck. Victor loved when he would get like this. He would lose all control and just throw himself at him. It turned Victor on so much he would start to lose control as well. It was taking everything in him not to throw him on the bed and fuck him right there.

Yuuri was back kissing his neck and biting it. He was not caring anymore as the competition was over. Victor knew his neck would be wrecked by morning at this rate. He pulls Yuuri off him, hearing him groan. "Vitya…" He places his fingertips to his lips.

"Let me get us a drink Yuuri. Have a seat."

"Vitya, I don't want a drink…"

Victor smiled at him. Knowing Yuuri is getting impatient, he goes over to the mini bar and gets himself a drink and even make Yuuri one. Patting the spot next to the bed, "Come sit with me Yuuri." Yuuri is almost pouting but he does. As he sits he wiggles a bit and Victor chuckles a bit.

"You are cruel Vitya." Yuuri wines. Victor leaned over kissed him briefly, pushing the drink in his hand.

"But we have all night Yuuri." Victor winked at him and sipped his drink. He knew Yuuri was getting worked up and losing his patience, but if he was hoping correctly, they should be having a lot more fun here soon. Seeing Yuuri with his tented pants, shirt unbuttoned and that tie around his neck was a pure vision. His hair was pushed back and he had already taken off his glasses. His cheeks were flushed due to arousal and champagne.

Leaning over Victor kissed him gently. Yuuri moaned and went to grab for him but he pulled away. He could hear Yuuri groan again. He knocked his drink back and watched Yuuri drink his. Taking their glasses he set them aside, walking over to Yuuri he grabbed his tie and pulled him up to him. Yuuri was on top of him, wiggling his body against him and moaning as he kissed all up and down his neck. Yuuri was almost shivering against him and he was wondering if he held him off too long.

"Vitya… I need you so bad…" he was moaning into his neck and he had worked all the buttons all undone he could feel Yuuri's hand on his skin, playing with his nipples and him biting all over his shoulders and leaving marks on him. Victor flipped them and worked Yuuri's pants off and slipped the shirt off his arms. Leaving him just in his boxer briefs and his tie. His tie was an aqua color that matched Victor's eyes. The minute Yuuri saw it, he had to have it. Yuuri sat up and started to work Victor's pants off. Once he got Victor down to his black briefs he pulled him back down on him, kissing him frantically.

The key card to the door clicked, and Yuuri yelped out. Victor held him down. "Shhhh… it is ok." Victor kissed him again the Yuuri squirmed under him trying to see who came in.

Phichit cleared his throat. He saw Victor on top of Yuuri on the bed and they were making out really heavy. After a few moments Victor looked over and smiled. "Oh Phichit, hello. Bring a chair over and have a seat. Lose some of those clothes while you are at it."

Phichit stood there stunned. Was this happening again? His cheeks went pink and he wished he had maybe drank a bit more. Victor was still on top of Yuuri looking at him. Yuuri was wiggling and looking as if he was trying to move from under him, Victor wasn't allowing it.

"Phichit, there is alcohol in the mini fridge." He went back to kissing down Yuuri's neck as Yuuri was whining.

"Vitya… what…" Victor kissed him quiet. Yuuri was still squirming.

"Yuuri, you are our gold medalist. You are getting your reward tonight." Yuuri got a shocked looked on his face, not sure what was going on. Yuuri finally wiggled from under him and sat up on the bed, watching Phichit get a drink and bring a chair over to the foot of the bed. He had removed his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt.

Victor saw Yuuri with wide eyed just sitting there, and pulled Yuuri on him kissing him. He was stiff and unsure but Victor continued to kiss him. The more he kissed Yuuri, the more Victor could feel him melt into him and then Yuuri was kissing back and squirming in a way that was Yuuri.

Phichit sat back, not sure what he was to do, so he sipped his drink and kicked his shoes off. He had his shirt unbuttoned and watched what was going on on the bed. He could see how stiff Yuuri had gotten, but Victor smiled and pulled him on him. He had to admit the images in front of him were affecting him, he felt his pants stir and get tight. Victor was stripped down to his underwear, his body was sculpted beautifully and every time he would move you could see his muscles flex and unwind. Then there was Yuuri, his body smaller, and his muscles sculpted just as beautifully. He wasn't as lean as Victor was, his legs were thick and the muscles would bunch the more Victor worked him up.

Victor had moved the two of them around and got Yuuri up to his knees. Going to his knees, Victor started to kiss around Yuuri's stomach area and up towards his chest. Victor stopped to lick and nibble at one of Yuuri's nipple, causing Yuuri to moan. Moving up to Yuuri's shoulder he looked over and wink at Phichit. He continued to work his mouth on Yuuri's neck.

"Yuuri, my gold medalist… tonight is all about you." Yuuri moaned and was losing himself in Victor's kisses. Victor's hands were all over him, down his back to his ass, squeezing them and he would continue to look over to Phichit making sure he was enjoying the show. "Yuuri, turn so your friend can see you…" Yuuri groaned and Victor turned him so he was facing Phichit as he felt Victor pulling his boxer briefs down.

"Vitya…" Yuuri moaned out, chest and face flushed. Victor was tracing his hands down Yuuri's sides.

"Yuuri, you are beautiful, let your friend see." Yuuri moaned and arched back tilting his head. He could not open his eyes though, knowing Phichit was right there and his husband behind him. Victor had started playing with his nipples, pulling gently and twisting them. Yuuri was moaning and hard.

Phichit was breathing hard, looking at Yuuri arching and moaning. Every line of his body stretched and tense. Victor was touching him everywhere but where Yuuri wanted him touched. He would run his hands over his hips, ghosting next to but not touching his cock, then back up his body.

"You are still wearing too many clothes Phichit." He heard Victor say. Phichit slowly unbutton his pants, pushing them unceremoniously to the floor. The more he saw Yuuri squirming and moaning as Victor ran his hands over him, was making him harder without even touching himself.

"Phichit, stand and come here, I want to show you something." Victor had an edge to his voice. Phichit did not know what he had planned, but he got up and walked to the side of the bed they were on.

"Yuuri, bend over." Victor whispered in Yuuri's ear and Yuuri moaned as he bent at the waist. Victor pushed his hips up and gestured for Phichit to look. As Victor spread Yuuri's cheeks, he saw a blue gem on his ass. Phichit's sharp intake of air startled him and Yuuri was squirming as Victor put his fingers on the gem. "He was wearing this all through the banquet." He watched Victor gently applying pressure to the gem with one hand as his other hand was caressing down Yuuri's spine. "Isn't it lovely Phichit? He danced the night away with this."

Phichit nodded as he watched Victor. He couldn't imagine how Yuuri had managed it all night. The gem was sparkly and he was mesmerized by it peaking out between his cheeks. Victor took Phichits hand and placed it on the smoothness of the gem. "Feel how smooth the gem is Phichit." Every touch to the gem caused Yuuri to cry out and whimper more. "I got him this for when he would win gold. He told me his favorite color was blue… says it reminds him of my eyes." Victor was almost purring out his words, his hands still roaming up and down Yuuri's back and down his plump ass cheeks.

Phichit could only nod. The gem was smooth, but knowing that him touching it was causing Yuuri to squirm and every moan he made went straight to his cock. He was at a total loss for words and so hard he was leaking into his briefs and he had yet to even touch himself.

"I have not touched Yuuri in two weeks… he has been waiting for this night since then." Victor ran his hand down Yuuri's spine again then gripped his hips hard. Phichit moved his hand away from the gem and watched Victor push his hips towards Yuuri's ass. Victor was still in his black briefs. Yuri moaned and he could see how he was pushing back at the feel of Victor pressed against him. Yuuri was moaning and whining.

"Vitya… Oh please… please… I wore it… all… throughout… ugh!" Yuuri was begging into the mattress as Victor kept pressing his hips into his ass.

"Oh but Yuuri, we have a friend with us here." Yuuri was making little sounds and still moving his hips against Victor. He could see how Victor had gripped Yuuri's hips hard and was pressing his fingers in causing Yuuri to moan loudly. "You know Phichit, our gold medalist here needs to be rewarded. Don't you agree?" Phichit could only nod. He was still at a loss for all words.

Victor caressed the gem again. "Phichit, pull out the plug." Victor had sat back and was slipping his briefs off. Phichit could feel his hands shaking as they reached for the gem. Victor got a bottle out and poured liquid into his hand and started to rub his cock. Victor was watching Phichit. When they locked eyes, Victor nodded and Phichit slowly pulled the plug out. Yuuri groaned and started whimpering again. Yuuri's ass was still in the air, and his hole stretched, just waiting.

Victor pulled Yuuri up so his back was to his chest and started kissing the back of Yuuri's neck. Phichit watched as his hand worked between them. Phichit knew the minute Victor was in Yuuri by the moan he had let out. Victor was kissing Yuuri's shoulders and biting them.

Looking up a moment, Victor stopped moving, "Phichit, help Yuuri." Phichit was still close enough that Victor took his hand and led it over to Yuuri's cock. Yuuri called out loudly as Victor started rocking into him slowly. "Yes Yuuri, you did so good today. My gold medalist." He was kissing his shoulders against as he kept a steady rocking going.

"Ah! Vitya!" Yuuri continued moaning and crying out.

Phichit had timed his hand with Victor's hips and Yuuri was coming undone quickly. Phichit would stroke up and give a twist them stroke back down. Yuuri was barely forming words and quickly his muscles started to tense as he cried out, shooting cum from his cock then spilling down Phichit's hand. Victor had stopped moving for a minute, holding Yuuri against him as he was panting and moaning.

Victor only gave him a minute before he started rocking again and Yuuri was back to moaning and calling out. Victor looked over to Phichit seeing him just standing there.

"Yuuri, we are being rude to our guest again I am afraid…." Yuuri mumbled something he could not understand. "Yuuri, he was so good to you, now you should be good to him." Victor kissed the side of Yuuri's neck.

"Phichit, sit at the foot of the bed, in front of Yuuri, remove those briefs too." Victor told him. Phichit was not sure what to expect, but he did like how Victor was commanding and leading all of this.

Slipping his briefs off he sat up in the bed as Victor instructed. Victor releases his grip on Yuuri and put his hand between Yuuri's shoulder blades, guiding him forward. Yuuri's head was lined up to Phichit's cock. Victor had pulled out of Yuuri and slammed back in. Phichit watch Victor take a handful of Yuuri's hair and pull it hard. Yuuri cried out and arched his body as Victor was back to thrusting in him as he pulled his hair.

"Help your friend Yuuri."

Victor let up on Yuuri's hair and started to push his head down towards Phichit's hard waiting cock. Yuuri reached out, grabbing the base of Phichit's cock and them started to lightly lick at the tip of his cock. Phichit moaned at the instant contact. He could feel as Yuuri capture him in his mouth how warm it was. He could also tell each time Victor would thrust into him as it seemed to make Yuuri take him deeper into his mouth. Victor would thrust harder and Yuuri was moaning as he was taking Phichit in and out of his mouth. The vibrations from his throat felt amazing. Looking at the sight in front of him, Yuuri was bent over sucking him for all he was worth as Victor was behind Yuuri, thrusting and moaning. Victor had removed his hand from Yuuri's hair and was back at his hips. Phichit was appreciating the view of Victor's body, naked and sculpted moving and thrusting around Yuuri's full ass cheeks.

Phichit had moved his hands into Yuuri's hair and was grabbing it. Each time he took him deeper into his throat, he would pull a bit harder, knowing Yuuri would moan. Yuuri always loved hair pulled and Phichit remembered how much it turned him on. He felt himself getting close, "I'm… getting." Victor slammed into Yuuri again and Yuuri was moaning and stopping sucking him. He had hollowed his cheeks and was allowing the thrusting movement to work as he continued pushing Phichit in and out of his mouth. Victor started thrusting harder.

"Yuuri, finish your friend… Yuuri.. Don't make me wait any longer…" Victor's voice was straining and Yuuri started to moan and he was dripping his saliva all down Phichit's cock at this point. Phichit could feel the suction grow harder on his cock as those full lips worked back up and down. Yuuri's mouth was so warm, wet and he made it so tight that Phichit started moaning. It was taking everything in him not to thrust into that pretty red mouth around his cock.

"Ah… Yuuri… so close… Yuuri…" Phichit arched a bit and couldn't help but thrust his hips a bit. Yuuri slipped Phichit's cock out his mouth and started to pump it with his fist as he licked on the head of Phichit's cock. Crying out Phichit could feel his release coming and Yuuri clamped his lips over the head as Phichit cried out, pulling Yuuri's hair as he started cumming all in his mouth. He was panting hard when he felt Yuuri's head fall and rest on his hip.

Phichit could feel how hard Victor was thrusting into Yuuri by the way Yuuri had wrapped his arms around Phichit like he was trying to hold on. Phichit was still on a high from his orgasm and just put his arms on his shoulders scratching up them. Yuuri was crying out into his hip as Victor was moaning and thrusting. Phichit was almost afraid they were going to be all thrusted off the bed when Victor finally stopped and cried out. Victor had fallen on top of Yuuri and rolled them to the side hugging him tightly. Phichit was still sitting there, and scooted down to stretch out. They were all flushed and covered in sweat.

Yuuri was laid facing Phichit and was whimpering quietly. Victor was running his hands all up and down Yuuri's body as he somehow managed to hold him close. "Yuuri...how is my gold medalist?' Victor was kissing Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri still not able to talk just moaned out as he opened his eyes and Phichit could see a faraway glazed look to his expression.

"Phichit, let's get some drinks and see how else we can reward the gold medalist, shall we?" With that Victor winked at Phichit and started to unravel himself from Yuuri. Phichit nodded and started to sit up. Definitely the best banquet he had been too.

This is not a multi-chapter fic.. just a PART 2 - this was a gift for a friend and I might be hella drunk... so very not beta-ed at all!