8 & 9 with yuuri POV... or viktor. Or both!
For the prompt game, 8) things you say when you were crying.
8) things you said when you were crying
Part 3 of my Fake Dating AU (Part 1 here, part 2 here)
They didn’t talk about the kiss.
The afternoon melted slowly into evening, light fading fromthe sky as the reception began and the guests celebrated. Yuuri joined in, applaudingpolitely as the cake was cut and watching as the happy couple stepped out intothe centre of the room for their first dance. Viktor was by his side, gazing withrapt attention and staying unusually silent throughout the whole thing.
They didn’t talk about the kiss.
Part of Yuuri, the rational part, knew that all of it hadjust been for show. That was what the whole weekend had been, one long game ofmake-believe. And somehow, just for a second, he had allowed himself to be justas convinced as the crowds around them. But no matter how real the kiss hadfelt, he had heard from Viktor’s own mouth that they would never be together. AndViktor wouldn’t lie. Not in a private conversation with Chris when he expectedno-one to overhear. No matter how carried away they might both have gotten duringthe kiss later that day, that one fact remained indisputable.
But there was another part of Yuuri, the traitorous partthat lived deep within his heart, that refused to believe it. Viktor had kissedhim like a starving man tasting food for the first time. All desperation andhunger and fingers digging into Yuuri’s skin so hard they left bruises in theirwake. Surely, his heart cried, that couldn’t all have been for show. Surelythere must have been something more.
As the evening went on, more and more couples began to spillout onto the dance floor. Smiling and laughing as they twirled each other around,each set of two wrapped up in their own little world. Eventually, Viktoroffered out his hand without a word and Yuuri took it, allowing himself to belead out into the centre of the room.
‘It’s just to blend in’the rational part of his brain reminded him as they began to dance. ‘But you’ve dreamed about dancing with himsince you were a child’ his heart insisted as he allowed Viktor to lead himinto a graceful spin. And no amount of reason could stop the thrill that Yuurifelt as Viktor held him close as they moved together around the dance floor.
For a while the songs remained upbeat, allowing the two ofthem to dance with ease, weaving between the other couples stumbling aroundthem. But eventually, the music slowed until everyone around them was simply swayingtogether, holding each other close and gazing into each other’s eyes. Yuurimoved towards Viktor instinctively and the other man pulled him in until theywere almost chest to chest, swaying along to the beat.
“Yuuri, about what happened earlier…” Viktor began as they continuedto dance. They were so close together that Yuuri was sure Viktor would be ableto feel the jump of the pulse in his wrists and see the beads of sweat coatinghis brow.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yuuri cut in before Viktor could sayanother word. He didn’t need to hear another rejection from Viktor. Overhearingone by accident was bad enough, he wasn’t sure if he could handle Viktor sayingone to his face as well. “I know it didn’t mean anything.”
Viktor blinked a couple of times, hand tightening slightlyin Yuuri’s grip. Their dancing took them under one of the huge chandeliers thatlined the room and the glittering lights reflected strangely in Viktor’s eyes,making them look glistening, almost wet.
“Of course,” Viktor replied, voice slightly rough. He pausedfor a second, eyes flicking to the side. Evaluating. Then he turned back toYuuri and the strange look in his eyes was gone. “I only meant to say that youwere a very good kisser. Even if it was just for show, I enjoyed myself.”
For a few seconds Yuuri simply stared, trying to gauge the sincerityof Viktor’s words. When he saw no hint of teasing in Viktor’s face however henodded, hoping the action would cover the turmoil that was suddenly raging inhis heart.
“I did too,” he managed to choke out, praying that his voicestayed level.
The slow, sensual music continued and they moved closer as theydanced, drawn together by the beat. Yuuri could feel the heat of Viktor’s skinnext to his, could hear every breath that passed Viktor’s lips.
“There are plenty of people here,” Yuuri murmured. He wasn’tsure why he allowed himself to say it. Only that it felt right. If he only hadone single weekend with Viktor, one shining moment, surely he was allowed tomake it count? They had come this far already, why not a little more? “If youwanted to put on another show? Just to make sure they’re convinced.”
It was a weak excuse. He knew it. He was sure that Viktorknew it too. But before he could pull away in embarrassment Viktor spoke, hisvoice as low as Yuuri’s and his words brushing against Yuuri’s ear.
“If that’s what you want,” he murmured and oh, how Yuuri wanted.
This time, he wasn’t sure which of them moved first. Onlythat one minute they were dancing, bodies pressed close. And the next, Viktor’slips were on his and his world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation.
Maybe it all was for show. Maybe it wasn’t. But in that perfectmoment, Yuuri forgot to care.
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