#otavic

[Sick & Sick]

Victor quiere montarse en el monstruo de Becka~

“I never liked Victor Nikiforov.”

“I thought he was a proud playboy who got lucky: obsessed with himself, careless with his charms, successful only because he was the latest body churned out by the Russian figure-skating machine.”

Victor, in the background, goes still, his face frozen in a mask that makes Yuuri, beside him, frown.

“People are never quite like the media portrays them. But I met Victor Nikiforov. Skated with Victor Nikiforov. Shared press rooms with Victor Nikiforov.”

Otabek’s lips draw even thinner than normal. “He seemed exactly like I imagined him.”

Victor looks to the side, face still frozen, eyes far away.

“It took meeting Yuuri’s husband, and Yuri’s mentor,” Otabek starts, “to glimpse the real Victor.”

“The real Victor sat with me, a stranger and rival, and told me I wasn’t broken. He helped me learn that my love wasn’t incompatible with the person I hoped to share it with. He even let me borrow his husband so I could make love to my boyfriend.”

Otabek’s voice has stayed flat, but now there’s a tinge of tightness to it.

“The real Victor went to the flower store in the middle of the day and bought three dozen roses just to pull off the petals and decorate his home for Yuri and I to enjoy.”

Victor’s adam’s apple bobs.

Otabek lets out a soft breath, turning to look back at him. “The real Victor called his husband in the middle of a skating competition and organized his entire team to move me across the city. The real Victor spent four months at peak season orchestrating a single evening with all of his friends to celebrate someone else. …The real Victor bought an entire apartment for his husband’s boyfriend’s boyfriend and insists, to this day, that the only rent he ever needs is a kiss.”

Victor’s gazing at Otabek now, his eyes shining.

Today (okay, 6 weeks ago when I originally wrote this post) I learned, once again, that I have no idea how to use Tumblr. Thanks @ladyofthelog for a) tagging me and b) walking me step by step through how to see when someone tags you. 

TECHNICALLY I only have one (!) WIP. But just you wait. .... just you wait. 

 A Different Kind of Coaching - Yuri wants to give himself to Otabek, and luckily knows two guys who can train him so that, like all things, he can be the best at it. 

This was originally a one off. An excuse to write some sexy Victor/Yuri/Yuuri. Now it is 120k+ words, 28 chapters, and an enormous smorgasbord of every pairing and kink you can imagine building up towards the inevitable heartfelt gang bang where Yuri earns his collar and formally belongs to Otabek.

Yuuri and Victor vacationed in Hasetsu after Yuri’s test. After several weeks, they return to St. Petersburg, and their partners have very different ideas about how to spend their reunion.

Between Hips and Ribs (T) - Yuuri/Yuri - Yuri discovers his rival's off-season body. Sleepy snuggles and tummy kisses ensue.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?!?!?!!?

VERITY WROTE FANFICTION FOR ADKOC!!!!!!

(A TRULY FRACTAL PHENOMENON I NEVER ANTICIPATED, BUT WHICH OVERRODE MY NORMAL SANITY WITH INEXPRESSIBLE ELATION!!!!)

I do declare it canon, and welcome it into the timeline of our ADKOC 4some.

Please go and and enjoy @ladyofthelog‘s addition to the verse, wherein the Yuris prepare Victor for his date night with Otabek.

“Victor and I have had our moments,” Otabek admits. Summoned by the sound of his name, Victor comes up alongside the Kazakh. Otabek snares Victor around the waist, and Victor drapes happily against him in return.

“I didn’t know how to dom Victor, at first,” Otabek says. “I treated him the same way I treated Yuri. Yuuri actually had to stop a scene midway, because I didn’t realize –” Otabek cuts off, frowning at the memory.

“It’s OK,” Victor soothes, nose touching Otabek’s cheek.

“Victor went quiet, and I thought he was spacing out, like Yuri. I thought it meant he liked it,” Otabek says. “Yuuri knew better. He realized Victor was too tense and frightened to respond.”

Victor kisses Otabek’s cheek, eyes closing.

“Victor doesn’t enjoy the same style of domming I use for Yuri. With Victor, I have to be tender. Victor likes more communication, more affection. He’s less into pain, less into objectification, but he can handle both if you help him through them.”

“That was one of the most intense scenes of my life,” Victor murmurs. “With the crop? When Yuuri prepared me for you.”

“That was so hot,” Yuri pipes from the couch. “I still jerk off to that.”

“How is it that after all we do to you, you still have the energy to jack off?” Yuuri asks. Yuri shrugs, rolling his head onto Yuuri’s shoulder.

“I have to always be prepared to satisfy my men,” Yuri states, oozing pride. Then, with a smirk: “You’ll have to work harder if you want to dry me out.”

Yuuri stares at him, cocks his brow at the challenge, and grabs Yuri’s wrist.