Well hello everyone. My name is Rhye, (for those of you who don't know me) and I'm introducing a new smutty two-shot I'm writing for Viktuuri. This was a request from Shiranai Astune. I'll admit, she gave me some pretty good ideas and I'm eager to share it with you all. So I do hope you enjoy it. And I hope she sees it and enjoys it as well. Now I'm going to put some copyright warnings and stuff below so go ahead and keep reading, it's just for those who own Yuri! On Ice so they won't think I'm stealing haha.

*WARNING*: THIS WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL THEMES AND LANGUAGE, BETWEEN A SAME-SEX COUPLE. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO LOOK, CLICK ON THE LINK BACK TO THE FANFICTION HOMEPAGE TO EASE YOUR DISCOMFORT.

[I DO NOT OWN YURI! ON ICE, OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, THEMES, ETC. ALL RIGHTS BELONG SOLELY TO THE MAKERS AND ITS PRODUCERS.]

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"Yuuri? Come on Yuuri, get up."

Viktor's worried eyes met with Yuuri's limp figure sprawled across the floor. Passed out on the floor, inebriated out of his mind, Yuuri babbled—words incomprehensible from obvious stupor. He attempts to roll over, but fails; the result, being him flopping back over on his back. His dress clothes ruined, white shirt covered in brown remnants of his last drink. His blazer, missing, and pants nearly undone.

Viktor couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, given how Yuuri acted, rolling on the floor in his own sorrows.

"No!" The boy shouted at the top of his lungs, pointing a flimsy finger at the man above him. "I'm not gonna' go!"

"—Yuuri, please stop being like this, you're not going to get anywhere doing any of what you're doing now."

"You can't tell me wha' to do! I am my own man!"

Regret instantly built up in Viktor, as he put all five fingers on the bridge of his nose, dragging them down to his mouth to show his shame. He just left the hand there, trying not to laugh at the sad display before him.

"You're making a fool out of yourself," the older man insisted, "Let's go. There's a crowd now."

Oh yes, Yuuri's wasted demeanor was quite the spectacle—he managed to be the star of the show, even after his performance earlier on that day. Although successful, Yuuri couldn't manage to get himself high enough to beat one candidate. And, just this little slip-up; fucked him up so bad, that he retreated to the hotel room. Viktor had to do something to keep his spirits up, the season had yet to be over. Knowing how Yuuri's greatest fear was to lose, especially when Viktor was around, it wasn't surprising that he would end up like this.

The people surrounding the poor boy below, mumbled and whispered among themselves, wondering if they should call the ambulance. He was in no condition to walk, and the amount of alcohol he had, under questionable circumstances. Viktor knew it was time to go. It was well past midnight, and training for the next program began the next day. Besides, arguing with a drunken man got him nowhere.

"Viktor! No," Yuuri whined as the blonde hoisted him up over his shoulder, catching his glasses and putting them in his pocket. "I wanna' stay! Please!"

The older man admitted, Yuuri acts rather adorable when like this. It wasn't all bad; at least he could see Yuuri out of his shell for a bit, before he'd forget that any of this ever happened. Viktor had to inquire, how bad was it really? Would he at least remember how or when he got to the party? Or the events that transpired while there? Truthfully, it wasn't important, but he did want to make sure that Yuuri would be in sound condition to practice in the morning.

Viktor saw the car sitting there idly, however he didn't want to leave Yuuri in the backseat alone. The man himself had a few drinks, and he didn't want them catching up to him while he drove.

"If only I had thought about something like this happening sooner…" The man sighed, ashamed that he used such poor judgement, specifically on this night.

If all else failed, he'd have to leave his car there until the morning, which wasn't a very bright idea. He would have to get someone to drive him to the hotel. With his car in tandem. He had to think of something, fast—Yuuri became impatient, kicking and moving around, making Viktor's shoulder roll in and out of place. The feeling was uncomfortable, even so, he had to keep Yuuri near him so he wouldn't run off.

Just as the night seemed to get worse, a valet walked from the building, trying to give Viktor his keys. This sparked a splendid idea.

"Excuse me," Viktor politely asked the man who was mesmerized by his presence. If there were any time that Viktor could use his fame to his advantage, now would be it. "do you think you could help me out? My good friend here, is undeniably drunk, and I need some help getting him back to my hotel."

"Yes, sir. But how would I do that, if this is your car?" The valet answered back looking at the keys in his hand, then back at up at Viktor.

"Oh, that's where you come in. You're going to drive him and I to the address! Don't worry, I'll give you a nice tip if you can be ever so kind."

The bells in the man's head chimed, clearly as he heard there was a tip involved. "Let me tell my manager! I'll be back shortly!"

Viktor gave a smile back to the man who flitted back to the hall, to tell his manager of his wonderful fare.

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Once the trio arrived to the hotel, Viktor thanked the valet and paid him his tip. He offered to pay for a taxi back to the location of the party, but the man insisted that he'd be okay and left on foot. Viktor thought for a second that the man might use his newly earned money on something less than honorable—yet none of that mattered now. What really needed to be handled was Yuuri. Again, the older man had Yuuri lifted over his shoulder, carrying him back to the hotel room.

The night had been an adventure, as the curious looks from front-desk women and housekeepers, focused their attention on the sleeping man thrown over Viktor's shoulder. He had a story to tell Yuuri in the morning. There was no way he would feel this awkward all by himself. The elevator ride, even more dispositioning, seeing that other folks were trying their hardest to figure out if everything was okay. As charismatic as Viktor was, he didn't want prying eyes fiddling their way into his business. He left quickly when the elevator got to his floor, and proceeded down the hallway with haste. Once he got to the door, he carefully pulls out the key, making sure that he doesn't accidentally drop the boy on the floor.

The lock clicks, the green light applauding Viktor's successful arrival. Inside, he slams the door, chest now feeling tighter as his body knows that his bed is near. Yuuri wasn't nearly as heavy before as he is currently. He scuttles toward the bed, flopping the boy down, who hadn't moved a muscle since the car ride. Viktor stands up to catch his breath, putting his hands on his hips, lungs searching for air. Surely, the ordeal could be over, but the older man felt that it was his job to care for Yuuri, as his coach—and as his friend. Viktor begins to remove his clothes—piece by piece, he takes his blazer and throws it across the room, unbuttoning the white dress shirt while undoing his tie. He was eager to take everything off, as sweat dribbled down his forehead, from the unexpected workout he just had. Before he could start taking off the slacks, he hears Yuuri shifting around.

"Mmngh—" the dark-haired man groaned, his head moving around, eyebrows furrowing. It appeared that he was aware of his new setting, his hands and fingers testing the soft comforter beneath him.

"—Vik…tor?"

"Yes, Yuuri?"

The blonde turned around to look at the younger man, as he revealed his chestnut orbs, hidden behind his eyelids. His stupor wasn't over, the alcohol would take time to leave his system, particularly because of the amount he had. Yuuri calling out his name was possibly to make sure he was still with Viktor, and not with some stranger. Oddly enough, Viktor had an inkling, that Yuuri was conscious of how drunk he was.

"Sit up, I'm going to take your clothes off."

Yuuri lifted his arms in the position to sit up, but, his body was still too weak to even prop him up. So, Viktor did the honors. He removed each layer of Yuuri's soiled clothing, from his shirt down to his pants. He tosses them across the room, thinking of what to do with them later. The half-naked boy sat there, listless, not understanding what was happening. If he did have a question, truly, it wasn't going to be asked at that moment.

"Come on, we need to get you cleaned up."

Viktor felt like he was nursing a child—a 23-year old one, at that. He tried to lift Yuuri, however his weight shifted, making him heavier than before. It also didn't help that Viktor was exhausted, and his own alcohol was effecting his body. The younger man wasn't doing much to assist either, other than dragging him down to the bed with him. Viktor sat there, wrapped in Yuuri's uniquely strong embrace.

"Yuuri, come on now—you've got to help me out here."

Viktor led his turquoise eyes to the digital clock on the nightstand. It was one in the morning.

"Shit," Viktor cussed underneath his breath, knowing that he too, would not be in good spirits to train either. He had to sleep. If there was one thing he knew he had to do, it was to sleep it off. He could treat Yuuri separately later.

"Viktor?" The darker-haired man slurred, running his hands down the feathery skin on Viktor's back.

"Yes?"

"—Have you ever… held someone like this?"

The question perplexed the older man, making him choke on whatever words he would say next. His expression showed that, as he lifted his head focusing on Yuuri. Looking at him from this angle tempted him. He didn't know why. Yuuri's blushing cheeks, and glossy brown eyes. Without his glasses, it added to this slight seductiveness. The lips that hung open, plump and slightly red, down to his neck and chest, where his muscles rippled much like the waves in a calm ocean. His tanned skin that glowed in the ashen light of the room, slightly rosy from his drunkenness. It was dauntingly tantalizing.

"N-no. I haven't. I had a career to focus on, I didn't have time for idle pleasure."

Yuuri took his eyes off Viktor for a second. The gears in his mind were turning, and Viktor could see it in his face.

"R-really? So, I'm the only… one?"

Viktor acknowledged that Yuuri was acting strangely cute. He didn't know whether it was the alcohol or if it was some sort of pheromone that the other man emitted, to make him feel this way. Besides all this, Viktor answered the man.

"Yes, you are the only one."

Yuuri went quiet again. Although, he never let go of Viktor, who desperately wanted to move for fear of doing something he'd regret. The other man started shifting his hands again, giving a subtle massage to Viktor. The skin immediately responded, goosebumps erecting at the feeling. Yuuri was a clever one, and whatever he was attempting to do, he was going to succeed at it.

Viktor squirmed, still wanting to flee. "Yuuri, you've got to let go, we need to try and sleep. At this rate, we'll never get to."

The next thing the blonde knew, there was a sudden whoosh of air, and he was on his back on the bed. Yuuri crawled on top of him, mahogany eyes varnished, face redder than before. His breathing shallow, and his skin's color turned from tan to a lighter pink. Visibly, Yuuri was waiting for something.

"Viktor… d'you th-think I could be a g-good lover?"

"—What?"

"I-I mean… d'you think I could do g-good?"

Viktor searched for what Yuuri could mean by all this. Judging by his sudden actions, there could be a million things that he could be doing. Though, the reason stood right in front of Viktor—literally. The hard-on throbbed through the grey boxers that tightly squeezed against it. The blonde could see every vein and palpitation. Somehow the man managed to get hard, and alcohol could've been to blame. Maybe, Yuuri took Viktor's actions as something sexual and his body reacted the only way it could.

Viktor gulped his saliva down harshly, fighting the incessant urge to pin Yuuri down. Peculiarly enough, Viktor's body felt it too. It had to be his slight tipsy. It had to be.

"Yuuri, wait a second…"

Yuuri wasn't in the mood for waiting. He wanted Viktor, and he wanted him right then and there. He slowly began his advances, and as sloppy as the were—it didn't feel bad. Viktor felt his body reacting. His temperature started to rise, and he felt the blood starting to flow down. The younger man began to lick Viktor, all over starting from his neck, and progressing his way down. His tongue was warm, and his salivary production was unusually high. Possibly from the alcohol as well. The licking didn't stop until he reached Viktor's groin. He still had on his slacks, that he tried to remove earlier but didn't. Yuuri pulled down the boxers and pants.

He eyed Viktor's growing erection with lust in his gaze, mouth salivating at the very sight. His tongue hung out his mouth, throat welcoming the piston he so craved.

...And that's the end of that. Well I'm joking, it's not the end yet. The end is next chapter. However, I do hope you're enjoying it so far and the next chapter should be released later on in the week. If you'd like, leave a review, and PM me for more requests. All information is on my profile.

See yah around,

Rhye.