*So, I decided to put off the prompts that were sent in for one more day so I could write something for myself, just this once đ
**This takes place during that infamous GPF banquet.
***I DONâT do face-fartingâŠ.but just this once, for this story only, I wrote it. But it only appears for a moment here (Iâm just clarifying things because I donât want to receive any prompts about face-farting in the future. Itâs just really not my thing).
âKatsuki, let me take you to your room.â Victor offered, taking the drunk man by the arm and leading them out of the ballroom.
The Russian man couldnât remember the last time he felt soâŠfree and exhilarated. And it was all thanks to the Japanese man that was clinging on him right now.
Victor had been feeling so depressed and uninspired over his career and his future skating prospects, but all it took was one drunk but adorable Japanese skater to take him by the hand and pull him along as they danced the night away.
It was so much fun. Yuuri Katsuki was extraordinary.
Walking down into the empty lobby (all the employees must have been in the back or at the party supervising everything) the Japanese man moaned as he rubbed his face against Victorâs shoulder (he was still clinging onto the Russian, though Victor definitely didnât mind). âCall me Yuuurriii, Viccttooorrr!â Yuri groaned.
Victor chuckled as he nodded his head, reaching his arm over to grip the otherâs waist in a protective manner so he wouldnât slip off. âOkay, Yuuri. Can you tell me what floor and room youâre in?â
Yuuri hiccuped as he looked up at him with a dopey, silly smile on his face. âOn theâŠfour. Fourth floor. RoomâŠmhmâŠroom 430. 430 cause itâs Phichitâs birthday!â He slurred excitedly.
Victor blushed at the smile the other gave him, feeling his heart flutter in love. Yuuri was just too cute! âOkay, letâs go.â The other guided, half-dragged, the drunk man across the room to the elevator.
On the way, Yuuri managed to take one of the champagne bottles that was on the reception desk (probably for display) and before Victor could stop him, Yuuri expertly popped it open and gulped down about a third of the bottle in one go.
âAh, no no! I donât think you need any more champagne!â Victor cried, finally taking the bottle and placing it on a table far away from the Japanese skater.
The Russian watched with wary eyes as the other began to sway lightly from side to side. Suddenly the Japanese man froze and before Victor could ask what was wrong, Yuuri opened his mouth and let out a very loud and very wet belch.
BBBBBBBUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Victor stared with wide eyes and jaw dropped as the other sighed in relief. The Russian man couldnât help it- he burst out laughing.
This cute Japanese man just let out the largest burp he had ever heard. If it were anyone else, Victor would have been completely put off. But since it was Yuuri, the older man couldnât help but find him even more adorable.
Victor cuddled the other man to his side, still chuckling as he move his hand over to gently comb back the drunken manâs sweaty bangs away from his face.
Yuuri grinned dizzily at the otherâs laughter and let out another wet burp before rubbing his face back into the otherâs side this time. âExcu-urrrpp! Me!â
Victor giggled as the other continued to let out smaller but still loud burps at his side. âItâs fine, Yuuri. Youâre so cute!â The Russian cooed, bringing them once more to the elevator.
As they got closer, Victor frowned at the âOut of order-wait 1 hourâ sign on the elevator. Giving an experimental press of the button, the elevator didnât light up and make any noise. The Russian wondered what to do now.
Yuuri started to let out irritated noises accompanied by more tiny burps as he became restless- not wanting to stay in the lobby anymore.
Victor bit his lip as he looked around for help. His eyes caught the staircase and an idea lit up in his mind.
âYuuri, do you think you can walk up the stairs?â Victor asked politely, hoping it would calm the other down. The Russian man also didnât want to wait in the lobby for an hour- he wanted to take his drunken dance partner to his (Yuuriâs) room so the Japanese skater could get some rest for his flight in the morning (he heard Celestino mentioning it earlier). With the other as drunk as he was, he needed all the rest he could get.
Yuuri nodded his head and let out another belch. âBuuurrrRRRPPPPP! Wanna go now!â He whined.
Victor chuckled as he tightened his grip on Yuuriâs waist and began to walk towards the staircase.
As they began to walk up, Victor was relieved that he didnât need to carry the otherâs entire weight since the Japanese man actually had some strength left to handle the stairs on his own with only a little needed help for balance. The Russian knew that he was capable of carrying the man up the four flights of stairs and to his room, but it was still a relief that the drunk man wasnât completely out of it.
As they started to descend up the third staircase, with Victorâs arm still wrapped around firmly around the otherâs waist, he could feel a rumbling inside the otherâs stomach.
âYuuri? Are you okay?â Victor asked the other worriedly, now hearing the actually rumbling sounding from the otherâs quite swollen belly.
Yuri let out a small whine as he touched his bubbling stomach with his right hand. âHmm-urrrpp!âŠmhmâŠâ
Victor looked on with worry as he saw the other screw their face up, clearly uncomfortable. âAre you feeling ill? Do you need to vomit?â Victor sneakily took a look around to see if there was something the other could puke in but unfortunately, they were in the middle of the stairs and there was nothing nearby.
But Yuuri shook his head, his hand still on his belly. âNo.â He denied quite clearly that it surprised the Russian a little.
Yuuri scooted away from Victor, his right hand on his belly as he gripped the railing with his other hand and began to walk up the rest of the staircase by himself. Victor let the other go, but stayed close behind him, arms out to grab the man in case the other lost his balance.
Halfway up the stairs, Yuuri suddenly groaned as he paused, an even louder grumble sounding from his belly now. âYuuri?â Victor asked alarmed, stopping right behind the other, two steps below so he actually had a good view of the otherâs ass.
The Japanese man let out a hitched breath as he bent forward a bit, his left hand gripping tightly into the railing as his right hand clutched more at his bloated belly.
Before Victor could ask again what was wrong, Yuuri suddenly let out loud groan as he pushed out a hot and bubbly fartâŠdirectly into Victorâs face.
Yuuri sighed as he rubbed at his aching belly.
Victor was completely shocked as he quickly pulled away from the sudden assault of warm air, his hand waving in front of his face at the stench that finally hit him.
Victor was completely flabbergasted because he didnât expect the other to fart in front of him.
And what horrified him was that he found himself not at all disgusted with the drunk Japanese skater- in fact, he found himself actually becoming excited from it.
Before the Russian could freak out about this new predicament, another fart bubbled out of the Japanese man.
Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttt!
Hearing the other moan miserably, Victor decided to put off his disgust with himself for now and focus on helping the drunk man who was obviously in pain at the moment.
âYuuri, are you feeling bad?â Victor asked, walking up so he was besides the drunk man and wrapped his arm around the other once again. He could feel the rumbling in the otherâs belly even more now.
Yuuri gave off another short fart this time, *prrtttt* before slowly straightening up and looking at Victor with a painful expression. âWanna goâŠback to my room.â
Victor nodded as he helped the other once again walk up the stairs. As they were almost at the top of the third staircase, Yuuri paused as he grabbed at his stomach again. âAre you okay, Yuuri?â Victor asked worriedly.
Yuuri shook his head, his breath hitching. âI need toâŠfart againâŠ.â
Victor blushed at the confession and mentally berated himself for getting more aroused. Now was not the time for that. âGo ahead, Yuuri. Itâs fine with me as long as it makes you feel better.â He told the other gently.
That was all the assurance the other needed as Yuuri took a deep breath and proceeded to push out a series of wet-sounding uncontrollable farts.
Bbbrrraaaaaappppppppp!âŠprrrrrttt!âŠ.prrrrtt!âŠ.BRAAAAAAPPPPP!âŠ.pfffffffftttttttttttâŠ
Victor forced his face to stay straight as the other continued to pass more and more gas.
At the end, Yuuriâs farts started to get more louder and wetter sounding, making Victor more worried for the man and even more irritated at his lower half for not calming down.
After a few minutes of nonstop gas, Yuuri was finally able to move again. With the help of Victor, the pair made it to the top of the third stairs and were on the landing, with one staircase to go. As Victor let go of the drunken Japanese man for a second to see if anyone was coming up or down the stairs, he heard a sharp fart coming from the other.
Looking back, Victorâs eyes became wide when he saw a Yuuri trying to take off his boxer briefs. âYuuri! What are you doing?!â The Russian shouted, rushing towards the other to stop them.
Yuuri growled as he let out another wet fart, wrestling to get his underwear off. âGotta useâŠtoiletâŠâ
Victor choked at that as he tried to avoid looking at the otherâs privates while trying to keep the drunken manâs undies on. âHere?!â
âMhmâŠâ Yuuri mumbled, trying to lift his leg through the briefsâ opening. âCanât waitâŠgotta go now!â The Japanese was practically crying now as another wetter sounding fart left him.
The Russian skater bit his lip, thinking of what to do. They were currently standing on the stairs landing and there was no one around to see them. And Yuuri was looking and SOUNDING very desperate⊠âOkay, Okay. Iâll let you go do your business in the corner here but try to justâŠlet out a little, okay? You can finish off in the toilet when we get there.â Victor couldnât even believe what he was saying at that moment.
*Brrrpppppppppttttt!* Yuuri finally got his underwear off and with the help of Victor he began to do his business in the corner of the landing.
Even if Victor tried (which honestly, he didnât) he couldnât look away from the scene in front of him.
The Russian watched with fascination as Yuuri held onto the walls for support as he began to bear down, the loudest fart so far exited his body.
BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP!âŠ
Yuuri grunted and a dark brown knob started coming out of his butt. With more gas and grunts, Victor watched as a long log of poop started to emerged out of Yuuriâs asshole and slowly made its way down.
Victor was pretty sure that Yuuri had to still go, but he watched as the drunken man cut off the log, making his poop land in the floor.
With a short *PRRT* Yuuri sighed. He looked up at Victor with tired eyes. âI wanna go back to roomâŠI still need goâŠâ His English at this point was failing him.
Victor heart ached for Yuuri as he nodded his head and moved to help the other put his underwear on again.
Grabbing a hold on Yuuriâs waist again, Victor managed to get Yuuriâs to the fourth floor with no more incidents except for a few more spluttering farts.
Luck was on their side as they managed to run into no one in the hallway as they walked to Yuuriâs room.
Inside the Japanese manâs room, Victor hurriedly directed Yuuri to the toilet- and just in time since as soon as the other sat down, a large fart sounded and a thud was heard from some poop landing in the toilet.
Victor gave encouraging words as the other farted/pooped out everything that he had eaten and drank. The Russian also decided to wrap up Yuuriâs soiled briefs (there were major skid marks on them) and discarded them in the trash- hoping they werenât the Japanese manâs favorites.
Finally, with a last spurt of pee, Yuuri indicated that he was done. With some help from a blushing Victor, they got him wiped up and cleaned.
Victor helped bring a pantless Yuuri onto his bed and after rummaging through the otherâs suitcase, he put on a fresh pair of boxers and a loose shirt for the other to wear (Victor had to keep his mouth from drooling at the delectable image the naked Japanese man made).
As Yuuri snored, Victor took some toilet tissue, disinfectant spray and an empty plastic bag and made his way back to the stairs to get rid of the âevidenceâ.
Coming face-to-face with the product of Yuuriâs disposal, Victor had finally admitted to himself that he found the entire act that the Japanese man had displayed to be very arousing.
Using the toilet paper, Victor picked up the quite large log and put it inside the plastic bag. Using the rest of the toilet paper, he wiped up any poop that was left and placed that into the bag also before tying it up tightly. Then he proceeded to spray everything with the disinfectant.
Victor went back into Yuuriâs room (grateful that the Japanese man was still snoozing where he left him since the Russian had to leave the door open while he was gone) and disposed the plastic bag in the trash before washing his hands throughly in the sink.
After everything was finally cleaned, Victor was completely exhausted.
He walked up to the sleeping man, taking a seat on the side of the bed. He watched the other sleep for a minute or two before he felt a familiar rumbling happening in his own belly.
Blushing a bit, Victor decided to let it go- after everything that happened that night, there wasnât any reason for him to be embarrassed.
Shifting his butt to the side, Victor gave a small grunt as he let out his own bout of gas for the first time that night.
BbbrrrrrrrraaaAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!âŠ
As his fart got louder, Victor sighed as he pushed the rest of his gas out. Sighing when he was done, it took him a moment to realized that there was no more snoring sounds to be heard. He looked at Yuuri and flushed when he saw the other man look at him with sleepy but awake eyes.
But Yuuri just yawned and held out a hand to him. âSleep with me, VictorâŠ.â
Victor felt his heart melt once more as he grabbed the otherâs offered hand and snuggled beside the other in bed.
It didnât matter if he was a pervert with a newly discovered nasty fetish. For the first time in his life, Victor may have just found the one person whom he had been waiting for his entire life.
And for that, this night was still worth it.
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