#chrisvic

Victor gave Chris a single tulip, which in Japan means "You are my destiny.

Or: Viktor was Chris's sexual awakening, and a decade later, Chris still holds a place in his heart (and his libido) for him, however, as of late, Viktor isn't the only one Chris has thoughts about when he's alone...

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23777323

Art by @venom-for-free

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Sport and Sunshine for Heavenly_Pearl 9,030 words, Rated Teen, No Warnings Apply

Victor comes to Switzerland for a training camp one summer and stays with Chris. They pick flowers, practice together, enjoy the pretty countryside, and spend a lot of time making out.

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I should just retire for Halrloprillalar 1,234 words, Rated Teen, No Warnings Apply

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Christophe Giacometti, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Frottage Summary:

Chris would be satisfied with a normal date with his long distance hook up slash boyfriend. But then Victor shows up in a pink dress and refuses to give him a clear answer about why.

Chris: Is Makkachin here?

Victor: Yeah, she’s laying on the couch right now.

Chris: Can I take her for a walk?

Victor: Sure, I’ll come along!

Chris: Are you sure? It’s cold out there, Victor. I mean, you live in Russia but still, cold. I’ll take her for you.

Victor: You know, Chris. I feel like you love my dog more than you love me.

Chris: What makes you say that? *Christophe starts leading Makkachin out the door*

Victor: Christophe, don’t take my dog–

Chris: I’m only taking her for a walk! *Christophe starts hurrying down the hall*

Victor: Christophe? CHRISTOPHE STOP—! STOP RUNNING AWAY WITH MY DOG!

Okay, anon, I’m pretty sure I know who you are, but I’ll play along. Have some fluffy Vichris. I hope you like it.

“I can’t believe we’re spending our holiday in Russia.” Chris sighs heavily and leans into Victor’s shoulder. He nuzzles his face against Victor’s soft sweater and gazes at the fireplace, staring into the fading flames. “This is not what I pictured.”

Victor just laughs and begins raking his fingers through Chris’s curls. “Are you not happy?” Victor scoots closer to Chris on the plush couch. He tosses his long hair behind his other shoulder and then wraps his legs around Chris’s, pushing their knees together. He pouts and flutters his eyelashes as he sneaks his right foot up the leg of Chris’s pants, rubbing it against his shin.

Chris hates that look. He’s always been weak for it – for Victor – in general.

“Don’t I make you happy?” Victor asks, sounding much too coy.

“Don’t be stupid, Vitya.” Chris tries to squirm away from Victor’s cold feet.  "You know that you do. You know how I feel about you…"

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that. A warmth spreads up his cheeks, which Victor will surely notice. Panicking, Chris burrows his face further into Victor’s sweater.

This thing with Victor is still new and neither of them are really the type to talk about feelings. Or anything at all. They haven’t even discussed their relationship status yet. And while Chris would be more than happy to continue their arrangement, he doesn’t know if that’s what Victor wants. He’s Victor Nikiforov after all. Does he even do boyfriends?

Chris hopes if he hides long enough Victor will forget his misstep. He desperately needs to change the subject.

“It’s just…that—” Chris explains, trying not to stumble through his words. “You took gold and I took silver at the Grand Prix Finals. It’s my first big win and I thought we could celebrate somewhere…warm.”

Victor stops stroking Chris’s hair and turns to face him. “I thought you liked Russia.” Victor flashes Chris a smug grin.  "You said I could choose where we go since I won.“

“I did. But now I changed my mind.”

Chris untangles his limbs from Victor’s embrace. He needs to be strong. He won’t let Victor win this round. He’s already said too much and must redeem himself. He stands up from the couch and smiles wickedly. “Let’s make a new bet. And—if I win, we leave tomorrow for St. Barth’s.”