Good Yuri!!! on Ice Fic

“Hey,” he says. He takes a breath, and then another, feeling warm all over. “Yuuri, I really – I really want to kiss you right now.”

Yuuri flushes darkly and his eyes grow wide, and he lets out a little involuntary noise of surprise that Viktor wants to live inside. There’s a few moments where neither of them move, where Viktor nearly regrets it, because he feels like he’s just tumbled over the edge of a cliff blind and it’s terrifying – but then Yuuri turns his head a few degrees and presses his cheek into Viktor’s hand and closes his eyes, and Viktor has to close his eyes too and swallow against the feeling of Yuuri’s warm breath on his skin and the heat of his cheek on the pad of his thumb.

“May I? Kiss you?”

“Yes,” Yuuri breathes, and then he presses up onto the balls of his feet and his hands curl into the collar of Viktor’s yukata, holding onto him like he’s afraid Viktor will back away. Viktor wants to laugh, because that’s ridiculous – why would Viktor ever want to back away from this? He slides his fingers into the hair at the nape of Yuuri’s neck instead and drags him closer, until he’s incapable of smelling anything but the warm sandalwood scent of Yuuri, until he’s incapable of seeing anything but the pink of his cheeks and the expanding pools of his pupils, until he’s incapable of feeling anything but the heat of Yuuri’s body seeping in through their clothes.

He kisses Yuuri gently, first on the corner of his mouth and then in the middle, and uses the hand not tangled in Yuuri’s hair to tip his head just so, fingers skimming along the strong bone of his jaw and down to his chin where his thumb rests. Yuuri inhales sharply through his nose at that and presses in harder, mouth parted enough for Viktor to taste the toothpaste he’d used earlier. His glasses dig in a bit uncomfortably but Viktor would never dream of asking him to stop because Yuuri is warm and vibrant and perfect .

Viktor drags the tip of his nose alongside Yuuri’s as he pulls away, and watches the flutter of Yuuri’s eyelashes as he comes back into focus. He wonders how he will ever stop kissing Katsuki Yuuri now that he’s started.

“Okay?” he checks. His thumb sweeps across the fullness of Yuuri’s cheek when Yuuri licks his lips.

[Submission]

i was yours before i knew (and you have always been mine too) by @katsukifatale. 18,113 words (WIP), rated T.

“Do you want a safe word?”

Yuuri just looks at him. Not blankly, not like the concept is completely foreign to him—but still a little askance. “Can’t I just tell you ‘no’?”

Victor trips over himself saying, “Of course.”

let the soft animal of your body love what it loves by utlaginn. 12,849 words (complete). Rated E.

Yuuri's trunk fits so nicely under me. Turning up his gear, using his powerful 6-inch wheel instrument, Viktor powerfully bounced up and down on Yuuri, lost to his desires. He heard Yuuri's now loud moans as he neared his climaxed and he gave a few extra vigorous pumps before he heard Yuuri climaxed and he released his fluid inside Katsuki's trunk. He collapsed against Yuuri, he could feel the pleasant burn of his 6-inch wheel. He didn't mind burning out his rubber if it was with Yuuri. After basking in the glow of after-sex, Viktor went to clean up Yuuri, making sure to get rid of his spent fuel as it would not mix well with Yuuri's organic built. Still, I would like to be able to fill Yuuri up with my fuel. Maybe I should go organic as well? "Would you like to go on a few laps on my private track at home tomorrow?" Viktor asked Yuuri, who was still basking in the after-glow. "Only if you give me the checkered flag if I beat you," Yuuri grinned. "You're on. But if you lose, you'll have to let me park in your rear", he retorted.

We call everything on the track, love.

Viktor's Hydraulics and 6-inch Titanium Steel Wheel by thefaultinmyfart. 1255 words (complete), rated M.

“When I retire. It’d be nice to...once I’ve retired. If you want it.”

He hears the unspoken because I do and slumps against Yuuri’s chest. Groans and tightens his hold on him. Yuuri’s heart is thudding under Victor’s head, rabbitlike, persistent.

“Yes .” Victor breathes.

“Yes?”

Yuuri sounds disbelieving. He sounds like a dream . Victor rubs his cheek against his chest, scents the air and rumbles like an engine. He realises, after a moment, that half the vibration he feels is his own body shaking, and has to pull himself up, over Yuuri again.

Yuuri, who’s looking up at him with such love, bleeding out of his open expression. The bedsheets fall away when Victor sits up, the room cold outside of their hideaway. He just wants to remember this. How Yuuri looks, glowing in the moonlight and spread so sweetly beneath him. The bracing sea-salt scent of him rising up, curling like a fog around them. He blurs at the edges. Victor is surprised to blink and feel a tear slide down his cheek.

Yuuri surges upwards and thumbs the wet line across Victor’s face, makes unhappy little sounds until Victor smiles brightly, kisses him wet and deep. He’s hiccuping when they part, some strange delight bubbling in him where before it roiled then bled away; he sinks back down to the mattress, pulling Yuuri with him and nuzzling his scent gland, thrilling at the way Yuuri lets him. Eagerly goes where Victor asks. Victor gathers him close and shuts his eyes tight.

When he sleeps he dreams of Yuuri - gorgeous, resplendent, refusing to budge an inch. A squirming bundle tucked between them, and Victor drowns in their scents, irrevocably entwined.

Late Expectations by thirstysixdegrees (Phoeliac). 8106 words (complete), rated M.

“Also, Mr. Katsuki, his name is pronounced  Niliforov .”

“How long did- wait,  Niliforov? But his name is spelt-”

“Yes I know. But Niliforov is the correct pronunciation.”

Yuuri either did exceptionally well or exceptionally bad. He had none of an élite skater’s calculating edge—that pragmatic voice reminding him to pull his best moves until the final, to compromise a long-shot road to gold for a sure path to bronze. Had he known restraint, Celestino could have turned him into a medallist, but he never would have worn gold.

When he was younger, Yuri had appreciated the daring of his name-sharer. What was the point of the sport if you were always pulling back for fear of reprisal? He already had enough headaches compromising all the wasted expectations of a normal life for what he was given. All or nothing, he would think in competition, launching himself into a jump too advanced for his age set. Yuri knew, for all Yakov's statements to the contrary, that his daring was what enraptured Yakov and those federation officials, was what compelled them to give him access to resources far above his family's means.

For all his protestations of being Yuuri’s coach, Viktor also found his guilelessness endearing. The next photo was of Viktor tugging Yuuri up to the first place podium. The one after that was the two of them kissing. Standing a tier below them, JJ had his arms stubbornly crossed into the “JJ-style” pose, but his expression was harried. Just for that expression, Yuri kept the news article of the medal ceremony open.

“Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed watching me.” And because Viktor can’t help himself and the man was just too cute, “How did you like my SP though?”

“It was enough to get me pregnant,” the man breathes, and he honestly doesn’t sound like he knows he said that out loud. Viktor blinks at him. Wow. That was very flattering.

The wind picks up just a little, and it sets the still garden into motion.  The dip and sway of the lilac blossoms is mesmerizing.  It’s as if he and Victor are the center of their own little world of pretty color and soothing perfume.

“This is nice,” Yuuri says, trying to voice the contentment in his chest.

“It is.  It’s putting choreography in my head,” Victor says, moving his hand through the air for a moment to mimic the soft breeze moving through the garden, “A little exhibition piece for you, maybe.  Simple. No big jumps, no quads.  Just you and the flowers.”

“No quads?” Yuuri repeats, skeptical.  Victor flicks his hip where Yuuri’s shirt has ridden up a bit.  

“Don’t tease,” he murmurs, breath warm against Yuuri’s temple, “Let me write you something soft.  Our routines are always so  dramatic .  It makes my knees hurt just thinking about it."

Yuuri laughs softly.  “Okay,” he agrees, “Choreograph me a garden, then. Just like this.”

Victor sighs happily.  “It’ll be lovely. Just like my husband.”

Yuuri hides his blush against Victor’s jacket, a current of warmth flowing between them.    

Vkusno! by mtothedestiel. 21266 words (complete), rated E.

“How did you know, with Mama?”

“What?”

Victor hates that he’s sitting here hundreds of miles away struggling to explain himself to his father of all people; his father who has always been a silly, empty-headed Romantic, the man who once decided he could pluck the Mariinsky’s rising star from the sky. There is still that air between his parents of something stolen, of a life his mother could have had if his father hadn’t come crashing into hers. Except Victor no longer thinks she regrets it the way she used to, when he was younger, a child who was too quick to pick up on her sadness. As a choreographer and a teacher she’s wanted the world over now, and anyone can look at Sofia, and see the way only the right decisions were ever made. “You decided you could spend the rest of your life with someone, once. How?”

Sergei exhales, and he’s quiet for so long a time that Victor scowls and checks his phone to see if he’s dropped the call. “Your mother’s very beautiful, and back then —“

“Lots of people are beautiful. Mama is difficult and sour and stubborn. How did you know?”

“I think you think I’m going to have a magical answer for you, Vitenka. Your mother and I would have had fine, lovely lives without each other.”

He needs to know, though. Victor bites the inside of his cheek and waits for an answer while Sergei tries to put his feelings into words. It’s a struggle. He can imagine that his father would much rather reach for a cello and play it. “… I knew all of those things,” Sergei says finally. “I saw in another person the shape of all the problems I was willing to have. I saw that I would not be perfectly happy for every day of my life. I saw that I would have arguments, and I would weather storms. I also saw that there would be mornings where everything would be luminous and clear, and times where my heart felt like it was too big for my chest, and I decided that those were the things I wanted.”

Victor is silent, looks down at his laptop where the video is paused and where several other browser tabs lay open, responsible for things like the airplane ticket he hasn’t quite purchased yet, Japan’s pet policies, and a google search for ‘yuuri katsuki hot springs japan.’

“Vitenka?” His father sounds worried.

Victor pinches the bridge of his nose and laughs. “I’m going to Japan,” he says finally. “People will talk. Tell mama —”

 Tell mama I needed to see about a boy.

 Tell mama I’m in love.

precious things by thehandsingsweapon. 124749 words (complete), not rated.

A very interesting look at what twenty years without ‘Love and Life’ might have looked like for Victor - from his birth to just after the end of season 1. The choices made in this fic are clearly very thoughtful and thought out. There is care and research woven into every facet of Victor’s family life, from his childhood to adolescence, and each detail makes everything feel very real.

Victor is thirty-nine when he falls in love for the first time. He figures it’s only fair he’s a late bloomer at something .

Victor is tired and lonely and utterly preoccupied with the fact that in under a year he’ll be older than he ever imagined being. Four decades of existence divided into halves: one a torrent of achievement, the other a prolonged disappearing act. He feels old, when he feels anything at all. His life has been nothing but the ice, and he feels the cold seeping into the aching of his bones. In the absence, the empty spaces he surrounds himself with.

Katsuki Yuuri is a thunderbolt, a lightning strike, and in the space of a night, Victor comes to life.

His feet find the crack in the pavement, the roll in the carpet, and for the first time in nearly forty years, he trips. Headlong, wholehearted, into strong arms and a brilliant smile.

Then he just sort of...keeps falling.

Latency by thirstysixdegrees (Phoeliac). 5110 words (complete), rated M.

This fic takes the somewhat strange premise of a canon aged Yuuri and a Victor who’s turning 40 and runs with it. The characters and relationship are treated with such care and tenderness that you can feel yourself falling in love right along with them.

Yuuri rips off his clothes and pulls the string in his ass for his dick to spin, matching victor's. They both fly to a place with a lot of wind turbines to have sex.

Victor sticks his dingalong into yuuri’s void of an asshole but yuuri spins too while victor’s dick spins. They start powering the entire world and horray for renewable energy.

it's a bird! it's a plane! no it's victor fucking nikiforov by quantumgravity. 492 words (complete), rated M.

“Dasvidanya,” Viktor said before he let himself slip down Yuuri’s throat, never to be seen again.

ummmm vore???? by kill-mejpg (Kaneki_kat). 286 words (complete), rated T.

After a while Yuri gets used to going around with a five-time-World-Champion-shaped fungus on his back, or on his lap, or leaning against him. Victor doesn't seem to notice that it's, well, weird, to be hanging all over Yuri, or trying to get Yuri to hang over him. As if he thinks that it's obvious that they should be so near to each other that it's almost impossible to tell where Victor ends and Yuri begins.

Yuri has never liked touching people, but his body feels lonely if Victor isn't close enough to feel.

i will possess your heart by lazulisong. 5949 words (complete), rated G.

It was so hard not to quote this entire fic. Each line, each description, each metaphor is so rich. The entire ballet sequence made my heart hurt a little (but in a great way). The author really does have such a way with tone and voice that weaves back and forth from funny to sad that really adds a wonderful depth to the narration.

“The rose,” the man says to clarify. “That isn’t yours. You can’t just take it.”

Yuuri adjusts his glasses. “My family owns this land. I don’t—I don’t need permission to pluck a flower on my own property.”

The man raises an eyebrow with a slight quirk of a smile. His lips are slightly frosted like his cheeks, though a shade of pale peach instead of the pearl color highlighting his pale skin. “Is that so,” he replies, though he isn’t asking.

“Yes,” Yuuri replies. “I can’t commit a theft of my own property.”

The man becomes visibly amused, his eyes sparkling and smile growing wider. “I suppose,” he says. “Though, I would argue this isn’t your land. It bears no owner, belonging to itself. Though, it is ruled—” He trails off, looking off towards the trees from whence Yuuri came. “Well, no matter. The point is, this isn’t your land.”

“The name Katsuki Hall doesn’t agree,” Yuuri counters again. “As in, my name is Katsuki Yuuri.”

The man’s smile is slightly impish. He crosses the distance, standing in front of Yuuri. He’s in his personal space, only a few inches from him as he lifts his chin with his right hand. He scrutinizes Yuuri, who flushes at the attention while his glasses slide down to the tip of his nose, and after a few minutes, the velvety pad of his thumb caresses Yuuri’s bottom lip. “Your eyes are sweet,” he whispers.

Yuuri stares, swallowing once. He tries to step backwards, but his feet grow roots that burrow into the ground like an ancient tree.

The man’s other hand tenderly strokes the hair on Yuuri’s forehead, and he loses himself in it, in the affection and longing in his blue eyes. He’s never been looked at like this, as if he is someone to be wanted, someone to be cherished and possessed. Though he realizes he shouldn’t, he likes it. He wants more.

'Til I Tear the Walls, 'Til I Save Your Heart by ken_ichijouji (dommific). 18,549 words (complete), rated E.

The Ballad of Tam Lin AU the fandom deserves, and just in time for Halloween too! This fic has such beautiful attention to detail and the research that went into the folklore aspect really shines through. The descriptive language itself is equally beautiful and shows an equal amount of care!

Also, damn Yuuri, so brave just giving your name to fae-like strangers you find in the wilderness? 😱

“You’re not going to come, are you, Yuuri? We’re not even having sex right now.”

Yuuri groaned with abandon, hips working desperately back against him.

“In fact, we’re both out having sex with girls right this second,” he whispered, stroking Yuuri’s cockhead. “Two girls on the double bed, big tits bouncing, and we’re thrusting into their hot, wet pussies and high fiving-”

Yuuri came.

Then Viktor came.

Then they rolled onto their backs, smiling dazedly at the ceiling, glowing with sweat and flushed with sex.

“Wow.”

Platonic by scribblywobblytimeylimey. 1234 words (complete), rated E.

It takes opening up to get Yuuri to open up back, but Victor has a tiny hoard of accumulated knowledge of things that set Yuuri off. Neck kisses are a big one, one that Victor likes to indulge them both in. Having his nipples played with is another - Yuuri has very sensitive nipples and makes delightful squeaking noises when Victor brushes against them. Yuuri likes riding and being ridden and when Victor is driving into him and wraps his arms around him and they suffocate in each other, every inch of skin pressed together and held with sweat and desire.

But Yuuri had given Victor something new, so Victor wants to return the favor.

passione segreta in b minor, part two by anirondack. 5375 words (complete), rated E.

Very sweet, so unbearably hot. The best part is how Victor and Yuuri’s love, devotion, and trust suffuses their every action and interaction. Shibari is the height of visual aesthetic, and in this case the height of trust, and the desire to take care of your partner.

The two bodies circled in a spread eagle, mirroring each other’s movements before both took off into a triple axel. As they landed they immediately search out for the other, turning in a flurry of fast step sequences across the ice to end up face to face.

Victor reached out and grabbed Yuuri’s wrist harshly, pulling the tugging, struggling man flush against him. He devoured Yuuri, lips taking the man’s own, swallowing any protests as he cradled the now limp looking body in his arms.

“Whoa! Well no one can say THAT one wasn’t a kiss! Am I right Mooroka?”

Honda’s counterpart was stunned into silence.

Bruises and Bitemarks by Sunsoara. 1693 words (complete), rated M.