Yoo! I'm back. So, just a little update for those of you who've been graciously reading this story. I've updated the last three chapters and made some changes to Yuuri's development. I'd received a review that he was OC and, agreeably, he was. So I added a few things here and there. . I hope you enjoy the last chapter! Happy reading!

A/N: This chapter is subject to change as well; if I see any errors, or if there is a request via PM or review. As long as you know that just please be aware. Furthermore, I apologize for the late release. I wanted to make sure that everything was how I wanted it... enjoy.

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Yuuri and Viktor sat there for a moment in silence. The younger man so embarrassed, that he curled into a ball on the opposite side of the bed, and would not face Viktor for fear of being taken advantage of again. Viktor, on the other hand, was unapologetic. He knew that Yuuri wanted something from him. However he chose to hide his feelings. Again, the older man didn't let Yuuri's reluctance get the best of him. Instead, he sat right beside him, and watched Yuuri lull over what just happened.

"Yuuri. How long are going to sit there? I said I wasn't done..."

Viktor admitted, he thought Yuuri was cute for pouting in the way he did. Although, it was getting quite stale, as time passed and no action was taking place.

"V-Viktor! You-you can't just brush this off lightly! I can't believe that just happened..."

"But Yuuri it did."

Yuuri was unmoved. He clearly let his embarrassment control his temperament. Viktor, still, did not budge nor move from his spot. For as long as Yuuri would mope the longer the blond would persuade him to let him continue.

"Besides... h-how did you even get in here? You snatched my spare; I-I was looking for that!"

Viktor couldn't help but chuckle at the younger man's attempt to divert the issue. It was even more amusing to know that Yuuri could become this adorable while in chagrin.

"H-Hey this isn't funny..."

"I'm sorry; but I just think you're so cute right now that I can't help but laugh."

Hearing that statement, Yuuri's head perked up and he looks back at Viktor, face crimson right up to his ears. He made this cryptic nose that signified a rebuttal, but couldn't form the words to get it out. And with that, Viktor crawls up behind Yuuri and sneaks a kiss behind the bridge of his ear.

"A-ah! Vi-Viktor, n-not..." Yuuri yelps, unaware that Viktor was behind him.

"Not what? Behind your ear? Is that where you like it the most?"

Yuuri's face deepens in color. Viktor licks the area behind Yuuri's ear hearing the darker-haired man's breath hitch on contact. His eyes shut tight; trying not to see the man who's attempting—and succeeding—at seducing him. The blonde twirls his tongue around and in the ear. Yuuri begins to shiver.

"Yuuri..." The blonde whispers Yuuri's name.

Yuuri could only stutter. No words would leave his mouth. This action alone had him stuck, and his body, stimulated beyond belief.

"Haah! Wa-wait... mmnh! N-no..."

However, Viktor wouldn't relent. The more Yuuri moaned, the more Viktor teased. He didn't want to hurt Yuuri, but he couldn't let him go. He just couldn't help himself. Hearing his voice sparked something within the older man. He didn't know how to explain it. It was just something that took over him when he listened to that apprehensive passion. Something in Viktor's mind made him want more—and he didn't know how to stop it.

"You're saying 'no' Yuuri; but your body is saying otherwise."

The darker-haired man looked down to see his erection regain its vigor. Red at the tip and leaking with clear fluid. His arousal was obvious—even though he tried to hide it from Viktor. The dilemma that Yuuri was in, for him, becomes even more destitute. It seemed that Viktor was doing something to him. He couldn't think. It was hard to process while so many emotions ran through his body.

"Mmngh! Ahh... un..fair! This—"

Yuuri freezes as Viktor puts a hand on the area that yearned for touch. The blonde hardly moves before Yuuri starts to, visibly, throb in his hand. A slow, winding pulse that traveled up and down—taking no time at all to show palpable stimulation.

Viktor begins stroking the area again. The sensitivity is evident, as Yuuri's groans are getting louder, than they were a few minutes prior. Yuuri watched helplessly as Viktor advanced. The tears well up in his eyes, and he sniffles. They roll down his face in rapid succession causing Viktor to stop.

"Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" The concern in Viktor's voice makes Yuuri stop sniveling for a moment.

"—I-it's so embarrassing..."

"Then close your eyes. I'll keep going. I want you to feel good."

Yuuri didn't obey that. He still had them locked on the hand that rubbed him gently. Tears found themselves flushing from his eyelids. Viktor couldn't decipher whether it was from pleasure—or embarrassment—though it didn't stop what took place. The blonde found his sights transfixed on he dark-haired man below him. It was tantalizing. Seeing Yuuri this vulnerable—no, being the only one to see Yuuri this vulnerable—made Viktor harder. It made him want to take Yuuri then and there. Still, he didn't. He quieted his feelings just for Yuuri.

"Yuuri. Tell me how you feel. I want to know."

"—A-as if, agh! I-I'd be able, hunh! To... ahh!"

"You're still being shy even though all this is happening?"

"Be-because i-it's... aah! Y-you, Vi-Viktor, ahn!"

Hearing that come from Yuuri's mouth made Viktor lose some of his grip. Taking the hand that was on his erection, he lifts Yuuri's leg, and plays with his entrance. The darker haired man holds in the groans that begs to be let out. He manages to lift a hand to Viktor's chest and let it rest there. There isn't much strength that he can muster to push the blonde off him.

"Saying things like that, Yuuri... I'll make you cry even more. And it won't be from embarrassment."

Yuuri's breath held itself in his throat. There wasn't a word that could describe the amount of arousal received from hearing Viktor say that to him. Viktor, again, pushed a finger deep within the younger man—hearing him squeal from below. Once more, Yuuri's insides clenched around Viktor, trapping his finger so that he couldn't move.

"Relax Yuuri. I won't get very far with you tightening up like this."

"V-Viktor, hnng! Pl-please... aahh!"

"Just let me move Yuuri."

The younger man looks at Viktor's somewhat pleading expression. There was no adversity in his eyes. His cyan orbs were focused on the one thing that he cared for—even more than skating. All he wanted to do was give him that actual pleasure that he begged for just moments earlier. With that thought, Yuuri loosened his grip. He relaxed, and, Viktor could freely move the finger inside. Yuuri's stomach heaved a moan, so laced with passion, Viktor was caught off guard.

Yuuri begged the blonde to stop—even when his body betrayed his words; eyes locked onto the finger moving inside him. His body shook violently, unable to handle the feeling exploding from inside. He felt release brimming in his abdomen. The tip twitched with ferocity and Yuuri did what he could to hold it.

"Vi-Viktor! Ahh! Hanh!"

"Not yet—"

Viktor stopped.

"—Just let me have a bit more."

The clear fluid dripped down Yuuri's aggressive arousal, so much, that he produced enough to lubricate himself. It continued to down to where Viktor's finger still probed inside. He pulls the finger out, and removes the clothes from his body. It seemed as if the world went in slow motion as Yuuri stared at the older man stripping in front of him. He reveals the alabaster skin that had this luminous glow. His sculpted chest and toned hips, all down to his legs, and ankles—all of it—especially the hard-on that twitched eagerly for compensation. They were all something that the younger man couldn't ignore.

"Will you let me Yuuri?"

Clearly lost in the bliss of it all, Yuuri struggles to find the question appropriate for this situation.

"Le-let... you?"

"—Go all the way."

The question rattled in Yuuri's brain, causing his eyes to widen. He turns his head away. Obviously, to someone whose never done something like this—in any form or fashion, or even, in this way—it's terrifying. Thinking of someone who you're supposed to admire in the most obscene way possible, and then to graduate into something more? It was a thought that he needed to process very well. But he had little time to muddle; Viktor was here, and this situation, indeed, very real.

"Yuuri?"

Again the voice nearly pleaded with the younger man. The wait was painful, and Yuuri admitted, he couldn't wait himself. The difficulty still lingered. He didn't know how to say this to the blonde above him.

"M-might... hurt," Were the words that managed to leave Yuuri's mouth. "I-it... might hurt, so I'm..."

"Well if it's pain you're scared of, then I'll take it very slow for you. Where is your lotion?"

Yuuri was all but confused; and, where the words weren't, his perplexed expression said it for him. However, he managed to sputter out something, in the mix of it all.

"The drawer... to the left. In the top..."

Viktor reached for here Yuuri said it was. He found it, popped the lid, and spread it all over the erection. He made sure it laid over with a glossy finish, and, he poured some on Yuuri, him wincing to the cold sensation. He sets it to the side after all is said and done. He places himself at the entrance while Yuuri makes a few objecting noises.

"Are there any more rejections? Or do you want me to keep going?"

Again, Yuuri didn't have the words to answer such a direct question. He could only show it in expression. So he did. He looks up at Viktor with cautious eyes, at the wall, and back down. It should have been enough to tell Viktor that he could proceed. Evidently, the facial expression reached him. And Viktor slowly pushed his way inside.

It took everything in Yuuri, to keep his voice down, but the feeling of Viktor sliding in him was greater than his shyness. Yuuri quivered and Viktor still wasn't done. He went in further, the younger man's back arching, eyes sealed shut, struggling to hold back his voice. Viktor slid in until he reached the hilt, and that's when Yuuri started to breathe again.

Viktor too, expressed obvious pleasure. His body shook, and the erection inside Yuuri, pulsed. His eyes were squinted, those cyan irises still visible behind his eyelids—glossed over in apparent bliss.

"Yu-Yuuri... can I?"

Viktor did his best to control himself. And damn was it emasculating. The arousal was talking for Viktor, who still tried to hold back on the already, hypersensitive Yuuri. Yet Yuuri saw Viktor's desperation. He too, was reaching that point. With whatever voice he had left, he pushed out one word.

"M-move..."

And, with no haste, Viktor moved. The sensation erupted in Yuuri's back. He groans loudly to the man above him, slowly taking his time. That motion Viktor did, was expert. The way his hips churned into the dark haired man was, to him, unmatched. Viktor gave his best effort, not to go too hard in Yuuri. It was hard. The way his insides clenched and melted around him, was all but a reason to lose control. Viktor pants away at his pleasure—husky grunts echoing around the room—body already covered in sweat.

Yuuri's moans became uncontrollable. The voice in him was the only thing that expressed the feelings brewing within. His body rocked to Viktor's motions, and it felt wonderful. Oh, how he wished he had the words to tell Viktor. And he did the only thing he knew how. Taking his arms clenched to the sheets, and raises them to Viktor's neck and wraps himself around the older man.

"A-aah... Yuuri..." Was the passionate moan that escaped Viktor as he embraced Yuuri back.

Viktor's churning motion intensified, hips starting to jam themselves against the younger man. Yuuri relished the feeling creeping up his lower back, clinging onto Viktor for dear life. He clawed at Viktor's skin with his nails, threatening to break it.

"Viktor... aah! V-Viktor!"

And then his name slid across his tongue with ease, each time Viktor thrust in, it would prod at the dark-haired man's lips. He gasped and moaned it. The only man that could make him like this. It was in his wildest dreams, that there could be such a pleasure like this.

Viktor would twitch every time Yuuri squealed his name. His body begged for release, yet, Yuuri was here and this would no longer be a one-sided desire. How easy it would be to just let it go but he had keep going. The body underneath pleaded for him and he wanted to give it what it wanted. The groans melded together, both men laboring over heated passion.

Yuuri couldn't help himself much longer. His tip turned bright red, and the fluid would not stop. The tears welled at the corner of his eyes once again. The same vibration he felt before arose in him. The moans became longer and Viktor's name no longer came out as crisp as it did before. The unkempt words came out with nothing attached but groans.

"Mnngh! Agh, n-no... I'm, anghh!"

"Yuuri... Yuuri!"

The shared name calling and moans all proved too much for both men. And the screams seemed to float off into the air as both men released at the same time. Yuuri allowing the fluid to flow freely, dribbling down to his stomach, and the last burst up to his chest. Viktor pulled Yuuri in close, exhausting himself within him. With that, Viktor fell on top of Yuuri. The man below shivered, body quaking at the orgasm. It didn't seem that there needed to be any words shared.

Viktor rolled over on his back beside Yuuri. His eyes never even opened. He sat, chest rising and falling. Eventually the pair rested in silence. Until—they fell asleep right beside each other.

I am finished. Well I certainly hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I know this took a little bit longer than I said it would but again, I said chapters were up for revision if I saw anything wrong. But I think I'll do an epilogue and that will be the end of this. Again, thank you all so much for reading. The support is very much obliged. See you around, I'll be making more stories for these two in the near future.

Thanks again,

Rhye.