Author's note: This is a small fantasy I wrote for the Yuri on Ice!! Fandom, so a little introduction for all the characters involved may be in order.
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Yuuri Katsuki -- the main protagonist of this gangbang story, he is a Japanese figure skater. He is a hard worker, but because he gains weight easily, he needs to make a lot of effort to stay in shape. He is a bit emotional, but focused and graceful on the ice. He has black hair and hazel eyes. 23 years old.
Viktor Nikiforov -- a multi-medaled Russian figure skater, famous for his talent, and charming personality. He may make everything look effortless, but he is actually draconic when it comes to training. He has blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. 27 years old.
Christophe Giacometti -- a Swiss figure skater, who loves making love on the ice. In other words, seduction is his game. He wears his hair in a sexy two-toned undercut, and has brown eyes with speckles of green. 25 years old.
Jean-Jacques Leroy -- a Canadian figure skater, with the strength and stamina of a hockey player. He is confident and easygoing. He also has a super cool undercut and blue eyes. 20 years old. His fans call him JJ.
Otabek Altin -- a Kazakhstani figure skater, generally quiet and reserved, but stoic and determined. He is a bit short in height, but he compensates by being strong and firm on his feet. He has his hair styled in an undercut, and has brown eyes. 19 years old. He not so secretly admires Yuri Plisetsky.
Yuri Plisetsky -- another Russian figure skater, and the youngest. He is known as the Tiger of Russia and has a bevy of fans. He wears his blond hair long and always has a broody attitude. He acts like he detests Yuuri Katsuki, but he actually admires him. Aged up for this particular story, so 18 years old. To set him apart from the Japanese Yuuri, many call him Yurio.
Summary: A special kind of party where Yuuri is the center of attention, Yurio is in shock with what he sees, Viktor and Chris are kinky and lots of fun, Otabek is his usual hermetic self, and JJ just tags along.
"Where are you all headed?" Yuri asked, a bit clipped, feeling a bit left out. It looked like all the others were purposely ignoring him, while laughing and talking to one another.
He ground his teeth. Damn it! He hadn't worked this hard to be ignored. He had come in third, after Viktor and Leroy, so that had to count for something. Plus, that meant he had been better than that horrible sex fiend Chris, the hermetic Otabek and, of course, that Japanese pig who just had to take the name Yuri and drag it through the gutter. Yes, he knew the Japanese was called Yuuri, with double 'u', but it was pronounced the same and that was seriously getting on his nerves. He doubted the idiot had managed to land at least one jump throughout his entire program.
His step sequence was ... something, Yuri had to admit, grinding his teeth even more. The guy was graceful, in his own way, and it made Yuri even more annoyed with him. He had a certain fluidity in his moves that was absolutely magnetic and Yuri had heard Viktor commenting how the music was brought to life through Yuuri Katsuki.
"Where are you going?" he repeated his question, this time louder.
He stopped and pushed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Why on earth were they back at the hotel? Wasn't this supposed to be a celebration? He could drink now, legally. Not that he had not tasted his grandpa's vodka a few times before. He could not understand the appeal. It just burned the throat, nothing more.
Chris was the first to notice the miffed tiger. He stopped and made a sign for the others to stop, too. There was a small exchange between Chris and Viktor that Yuri didn't quite hear and didn't know what to make of.
"He's old enough, right?" Chris asked Viktor with a smirk.
The silver haired champion took a long look at Yuri and hesitated for a second.
"I suppose," he eventually said.
The other two skaters remained silent, but Yuri could not help noticing the small disdainful grin on JJ's lips, as well as the hard look Otabek gave him. With Leroy, Yuri knew how he stood. The Canadian was nothing but a clown. But Otabek was making him feel uneasy. It was like, with each look, the guy was trying to read him like a book.
"Come with us, if you want, Yuri," Viktor leaned forward and looked straight into his eyes. "But promise me you'll not run away crying, alright?"
"I'm not a kid," Yuri stumped the ground with one foot, making everyone laugh. "I'm 18!"
"Bravo!" Chris clapped his hands, giving him a lewd once over.
"What are you planning? Some kind of party? What do you all think? That I can't hold my liquor?"
Viktor ruffled his hair, earning a murderous look from the one who went by the nickname The Russian Punk. That was no façade. He really was a punk and expected more respect from his peers.
"It's really adult entertainment, Yuri. You shouldn't come. I doubt you'll like it."
Yuri batted the beautiful man's hand away.
"Let me be the judge of it," the blond said defiantly.
Chris placed a hand on Viktor's shoulder.
"Come on man. He's made his decision."
"Just know this, Yuri. If you don't like it, you are free to leave. Just promise us that everything you see remains between us, alright?" Viktor insisted.
"You have my word," Yuri set his chin high. "Wait, are you going to ... bring in like ... hookers or something?"
This time, Chris began laughing so hard that he had to brace a wall to remain standing. Leroy was grinning like a shark waiting for a meal. Otabek was his usual hermetic self, while Viktor had the decency to show a bit of embarrassment.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Yuri said determinedly. "I'm supposed to have sex at some point anyway, right?"
It was too late to take it back. He looked horrified at his fellow skaters. They did not seem all that surprised. Chris grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to walk side by side.
"Come on, virgin boy, it's time to start celebrating!"
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They were all in front of a door to one of the many regular hotel rooms. One would have thought the guys had thought about renting something that was more high class, now that the competition was over. Viktor knocked playfully and leaned against the door frame, when someone answered.
"Come in, everyone," Yuri heard an agreeable voice speaking, and he immediately recognized it.
That damn Japanese! He was the loser! Why on earth they wanted the pig with them, anyway? That must have been Viktor's idea; he was the one who always thought no one was really a loser, and blah, blah, blah.
"Ready for us?" Viktor asked.
"Yes, of course, please come inside and make yourselves comfortable," the Japanese spoke.
The first thing Yuri noticed when he entered was the other Yuuri. He had his hair swept back, just like during competition, and he was not wearing his glasses. He was dressed in a fluffy white robe and looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. There was something about him, though, that was drawing Yuri in.
The Japanese had really beautiful hair, jet black, making for such a striking contrast against his porcelain skin that he looked almost unreal. His lips were moist and, as he looked at Viktor and talked to him, a rosy tongue was darting out, licking. That simple gesture was making Yuri think of something ... dirty.
He looked really vulnerable in that fluffy robe. There were small, almost invisible dark violet marks under his almond shaped eyes. For the first time, Yuri felt a pang of compassion towards the guy. At 23, he could not return to the rink after such an incredible fail. And it was clear as day that he was a hard worker. Everyone knew he was the kind to gain weight easily and that he struggled hard to keep in shape. And what a beautiful shape that was! Yuri could still remember how the Japanese moved across the ice, undulating his hips to the music and dancing with hypnotic abandon. Until the first jump, when he suddenly stuttered and crashed.
"Please, I prepared some refreshments," Yuuri gestured towards the table and Yuri took in the beautiful arrangement. There was even a floral centerpiece.
Yuri sighed. It looked like it was just an evening of eating and drinking. Why did they have to try to intimidate him like that?
***
The light buzz from the alcohol was making Yuri feel a bit loose and warm inside. He crashed on a couch, between JJ and Otabek, feeling pleased with being able to drink side by side with the others like a pro. He was not far gone or anything; after all, he had Russian blood and that had to count for something. The only thing unnerving had been how the Japanese continuously fretted around them, pouring them drinks and answering to every request like he was a personal server or something.
That and the little fact that not only once Chris had sneaked his hands underneath Yuuri's robe, whispering something that made the Japanese blush. The others hadn't seemed to care, so Yuri had just brushed it off. Chris was just being Chris, after all.
Across from the couch he sat with Otabek and JJ, there was another, a perfect replica. The space between them was divided by a low table with nothing on it. Viktor and Chris sat on the other sofa, whispering between them. His eyes were drawn to Chris's right hand that rested casually against Viktor's leg, clad in black silk. Viktor had great style. He was dressed in all black tonight and he looked amazing. The V neck sweater showed his graceful neck. A few times, Viktor threw his head back, laughing, and Chris just leaned in, his hand inching closer to the Russian's crotch.
Yuri shook his head. He was imagining things. Chris was always behaving like he was some kind of sex deity, but that was just an act to make fans go crazy, right?
The only one missing, Yuri noticed, was the Japanese. He was the host, where could he have gone? Plus, it had been bad taste to remain dressed in that robe for the entire evening.
Suddenly, he heard a door opening, and he noticed Viktor standing up fast while Chris clapped his hands in delight. What he saw next made his jaw drop.
Yuuri Katsuki was almost completely naked, save for a small black leather thong. Viktor offered his hand and Yuuri climbed with ease on the lacquered table. He thanked Viktor and then began turning slowly, allowing the audience to see him from all sides. The thong hanged low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination.
"What the fuck?" Yuri exclaimed, no longer able to keep it in.
A roar of laughter was the only answer. JJ threw one arm over Yuri's shoulders.
"You see, Yuri, our older Yuuri here has an obligation to meet. As the one who came in last, he needs to show how graceful he can be in defeat."
