Okay so this is my first contribution to the YOI fandom because I usually don't like writing things before the anime is over, but after ep 7, I lurked around on tumblr, insta, this site, google, Spotify, and youtube to the point where I CANNOT RESIST ANYMORE.

SOO here is my oneshot collection because God knows I'm going to hell with this fandom.

The inspiration for this one was a headcanon on Tumblr that I reposted and I couldn't help but actually write it out. Feel free to follow me! I am thedorkwithmanyobsessions on tumblr. ;)

SO LET US BEGIN.

Chapter Name: Curiosity and Bets

Normal POV

It began with one simple question one restful evening at the beginning of Viktor's stay in Hasetsu.

"Ne, why doesn't Yuuri drink any alcohol?" Viktor asked with a face of pure innocence and curiosity, his silver bangs shifting as he tilted his head. It was a question he had developed whenever Yuuri rejected his invites for a drink or never touched the ones given to him.

Yuuri's older sister suddenly let out a loud laugh. Yuuri's dance teacher joined her. "Oh man, we haven't talked about that in so long!" She smacked the table. "Remember all the theories we came up with?"

Victor kept smiling. He didn't remember these people's names just yet, but they were interesting and he figured he would commit them to memory soon. Luckily, the dance teacher spoke English.

"Listen here," The dance teacher began. "Yuuri has been in the States for the past five years, training in Detroit. We only know this because his rink mate, Pichit Chulanot told us." She wagged a finger at him. "Apparently, Pichit and a few other skaters dragged Yuuri out to a bar for a celebration and forced him to drink. The only thing Pichit could tell us was that Yuuri is a completely different person when he's drunk and that he was sworn to secrecy about the rest."

Mari looked just as cautious. "We haven't had the chance to take him out drinking yet, but I've never seen Pichit so red in the face before when he told us over FaceTime."

"What happened?" Viktor asked.

"We don't know. We've been trying to figure it out since. The important things is," Minako-sensei stressed, "We've tried getting him to drink here since then, but when he found out about it all, he stopped drinking all together. Not even a sip. The boy's mortified."

"And the only people who know are his rink mates in Detroit." Mari said.

"I see…"

Sensing that he wouldn't get any more information out of the two of them, Viktor changed the topic.

Viktor was elated. It was night time, just after the China Cup where Yuri had skated his short program On Love: Eros to perfection. Needless to say, he went out drinking.

The first night of drinking was unsuccessful since Viktor and Ciao Ciao were the only two to get wasted out of their minds (he had challenged the Italian coach to a drinking match and won), but Viktor refused to give up.

This time, a few other skaters had joined them, including Chris and Georgi. To no one's surprise, Georgi was a sobbing mess of a drunk. Phichit and Yuuri talked to one another at the bar counter, and Viktor was watching him when Chris sauntered up to him with a proposal.

"Viktor~" He sang. "Do you want to play a game?"

Viktor's interest was immediately piqued. "A game?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes." Chris sat down beside him and slung and arm over his shoulders, pulling the legendary skater closer to him. In his other hand, he grasped what looked like a glass of whiskey. Viktor knew his junior was well on his way to being drunk, but he was too curious to push the man away. "I'm so interested in Yuuri-kun right now."

"Is that so?" A tightlipped smile.

"Yes." Chris looked him in the eye. "I want to know more about the man who is able to seduce you."

"I see."

"So," Suddenly Chris was playful again, and a grin stretched across his face. "I wanna make a bet with you. I bet that you can't get Yuuri drunk out of his mind tonight."

Viktor grinned. This was the moment he had waited for ever since that time, all those months ago, that Mari and Minako told him that Yuuri was a… special drunk. He was excited.

"Oh, I'll take that bet." He smirked and rose, sauntering over to Yuuri with excitement thrumming through his veins.

There's still so much more I want to know about you, Yuuri….

This… This was not what he had been expecting.

Viktor knew he had gotten himself into something very dangerous the moment Yuuri had taken off his glasses. His black locks were still slicked back from the performance, and now his garnet eyes gleamed with a predatory light. He knew, the moment Yuuri began initiating touch between them, that something very dangerous was about to happen.

He gulped down another shot as Yuuri began playing with his tie, his hands wandering to stroke his chest in key moments. They sat close together in a dimly lit booth at the bar, Phichit-kun and Georgi across from them. Phichit was trying to calm Georgi down enough for him to stop his gross sobbing over Anya, too busy to help him with Yuuri's… situation.

His eyes were dark with confidence and lust. His expression was an aloof smile he had only seen on the ice a handful of times. Yuuri was gorgeous in the low lighting that complimented his eyes and jaw and the way his hair was slicked back always got to Viktor, low lighting or not.

And Yuuri knew it.

He knew he was strikingly gorgeous. He knew he was having a magical effect on his coach and he relished it. Viktor saw this and he melted, helpless before Yuuri's dark eyes and wandering touches.

"Viktor…" Yuuri's voice was low and sultry. Viktor felt his muscles tense under Yuuri's forefinger that traced a delicate shape across his chest. His breath caught in his throat at the sound of the younger's voice. It was laced with want and need and desire and it was exactly how he imagined guilty pleasure would sound like.

Viktor slammed down another shot. He couldn't play this game sober. "Yes, Yuuri?" He smiled as usual, allowing the buzz to take over his mind with its blissful haze. He soon began dreaming of Hasetsu Castle and the onsens of Yuuri's home he adored so much.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

Damn.

Viktor could not resist. He knew the moment he looked, seriously looked, into those garnet eyes darkened with lust, he would lose his self control.

What is this? Yuuri, who are you?

And when he turned to look into Yuuri's face, he knew at the answer at once.

He had seen a glimpse of this person on the ice just a few hours ago. That teasing smirk, that body language that screamed, "seductress!" to those who were wise enough to notice. Those languidly half-lidded bedroom eyes only he knew because they were always, always, directed at him…

This is full-blown Eros.

Viktor wanted to throw his head back and moan.

"What are you talking about, Yuuri?" He asked somewhat breathlessly. Yuri tugged on his tie with a small smirk, putting their foreheads together, their contrasting strands of loose hair mingling.

Viktor felt his jaw go slack at his students' action.

This is what Phichit warned against all those months ago?

He let his gaze wander left to where he knew the boy was sitting, taking pictures of Georgi at their table, but a hand on his chin redirected his gaze back to the personification of guilty pleasures next to him.

With half-lidded eyes, Yuuri leaned in, as though trying to get a taste of Viktor, but he stopped mere centimeters away, and spoke against the man's lips instead. Viktor felt more than heard each deliberately enunciated syllable graced upon him; felt his breath fan over his lips and cause a delicious tingle; and felt extreme frustration when Yuuri didn't allow him to look down at him, coming in from angle that dipped beneath his chin, forcing the man to crane his neck upwards.

"Let's go somewhere else."

He was doomed.

The hotel room was immediately thrown into disarray with the arrival of the two men. Yuuri was pushing against Viktor's chest with insistence as he tackled the man's lips, and eventually pushed him until Viktor's knees gave out to the bed. Viktor sat down at the edge as Yuuri leaned over him, tongues battling for dominance and desperately exploring each other. Viktor felt Yuuri slide a knee between his legs and set his hands on his shoulders. The places Yuuri touched burned fiercely and his knee never came close enough, as though to tease him.

Viktor wasn't sure where all of this was coming from, since he knew Yuuri had no experience, but he figured the sloppy kisses and wrongly placed knee proved that and his overall shyness.

Viktor growled deep in his throat when Yuuri refused to come closer, dammit. He'd had enough, and was about to change their positions when suddenly, Yuuri pushed him down so that he laid on the bed and straddled him.

Yuuri sat in just the right spot, eliciting a moan from the both of them. Slowly, Yuuri began to grind his hips down. Viktor let out a gasp of surprise and of pleasure. When he opened his eyes next, Yuuri was smirking down at him, one hand splayed over his chest and the other in his hair. Viktor felt the fingers dance across his scalp before the hands suddenly moved down to tug his shirt up.

Viktor sat up slightly, allowing the smaller male to pull off his sweater with a bit of desperation. He returned the favor and tugged Yuuri's shirt over his head before flinging it off to the side.

There was a pause. Viktor drunk in the sight of Yuuri's well-toned body in the low lighting of the hotel room. His gaze wandered and wandered until it came across a pair of delectable collarbones accompanied by a slender neck. Viktor felt Yuuri's gaze across his chest as well. Though they had seen each other naked before, it was completely new in this context.

Now, they could admire.

Yuuri's wandering eyes became wandering hands that traced the lines of his pecs and abs. His eyes were wide with wonder.

Suddenly, he leaned downward and peppered Viktor's chest with kisses. Viktor's brows shot up into his hairline at the forwardness of his pupil, but he did not stop him, even when a hot and wet mouth latched onto one of his nipples.

He groaned as Yuuri seemed to enjoy himself, playing with the man's chest. Not one to be defeated, however, Viktor ran daring hands up and down his back before dropping low to cup his ass cheeks. The sudden gasp he heard had his veins pulsing with pride, and he began to massage the plump round flesh.

Yuuri got his revenge. By gently biting Viktor's right nipple.

Viktor gasped and arched his back in shock before looking down at his Yuuri, who looked up at him with a teasing, knowing look and a smirk on his features.

Viktor wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so badly. He wanted to change that smirk into an "oh" face and then sear the image into his mind.

But Yuuri had other plans. He suddenly dipped his hands to Viktor's belt buckle and began undoing it.

An alarm rang in Viktor's head, but before he had time to stop the man, his pulsing member was free from the constraints of his pants and Yuuri was pumping a hand up and down his shaft.

Viktor let out a moan. "Yuuri…"

The smaller of the two smiled. "Viktor, do you like that? Do you want more?"

The hands paused their delicious movements as Yuuri scooted up and sat just under Viktor's ribcage. He ghosted a finger up Viktor's chest, throat, and finally to his chin. Viktor bared his throat as he quivered under the man's touch.

"…Yes."

"Hm? What was that Viktor?"

Viktor screwed his eyes shut. "Yes, Yuuri, yes!"

"Hmmm." Yuuri hummed before climbing off the man. Surprised, Viktor sat up a bit.

Yuuri was at the end of the bed and began pulling Viktor's pants off for him. "I guess you won't need these anymore, hm?"

Viktor was quick to assist him and before long, he was laid before Yuuri in all his naked glory, at the man's mercy. Yuuri smiled a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

Viktor watched him, heat over his face and something of an annoyed stare etched onto his features. He had expected to be in control of the situation, but Yuuri was being all sorts of surprising tonight.

His curiosity would not let him move.

Yuuri climbed back into the bed. "Hmm… then I guess, itadakimasu?"

Wait, what? Itadakim-

Viktor's nerves exploded as a warm, hot cavern descended unto his cock. Yuuri sucked and slurped at his member, his hand working where his mouth could not reach since the boy did not know how to deep throat. His teeth traced along pulsing veins with such accuracy that Viktor wondered if the man was experienced after all.

He saw stars and felt his breath escape him as Yuuri peppered him with kisses and swallowed him up until he wasn't sure what his name was anymore, just the thought Yuuri replaying in his mind like a mantra.

He was panting and groaning out the only name he knew until Yuuri suddenly took as much of him as he could into his mouth and swallowed. Not once, not twice, but three times. The squeezing and the vibrations had Viktor unloading his seed without a second thought.

"Yuuri…!" He gasped.

His student swallowed, looking up at him with wondering eyes that met his and holy shit he might just cum again because look at that face.

Viktor's limbs were weak and his mind draped in a haze. So when Yuuri began stripping his clothes off and straddling again, he didn't notice until Yuuri made him suck on two fingers.

Viktor took the opportunity to turn the tables. With half-lidded eyes, he swirled his tongue around the two fingers in his mouth expertly. He coated them and sucked at them until he could literally see shivers run up and down the man's spine.

Yuuri took his fingers back before climbing off of Viktor. Now this could go one of two ways, and Viktor wasn't sure if he was about to see something good or become a bottom tonight.

Yuuri surprised him by laying down next to Viktor in his naked sexiness and spreading his legs. He took the two fingers Viktor had coated for him and began to finger his own hole.

Viktor felt his eyes widen until he was sure they were going to pop out of his head. He watched with fascination as Yuuri began to prep himself with a well-practiced hand.

"Viktor…." Yuuri moaned his name as his fingers wiggled around inside of him the other hand moving across his chest and occasionally caressing his own cock.

The way his name rolled off of Yuuri's tongue with such familiarity finally clued Viktor in. This was Yuuri's experience. Apparently, he had been waiting for this night for a long, long time.

Viktor nearly lost it at the revelation that Yuuri spent many a night moaning his name in the throes of pleasure between the sheets of his bed at home.

But Yuuri wasn't done. His moans became cries and pants and whines but Viktor didn't budge. He knew if he tried to touch him, Yuuri would push him away. This was a show. A show just for him.

Yuuri groaned deliciously before finally removing his fingers. He sat up and pushed Viktor down again.

"I wanna ride you like a stallion."

Viktor gulped. Hard.

Yuuri climbed over him and guided his pulsing member to his hole. Slowly, Yuuri came down on him and they both released delicious moans that echoed through the room.

Viktor's hands were immediately on the younger's hips. He looked like he had given himself away to pleasure without a care in the world, a dark blush staining his cheeks and his mouth hanging open. Viktor thanked whatever god above that gave him the sight he was seeing now, with Yuuri's slender and toned body arched upwards, his hands off to the sides to reveal his own leaking member and delectable v-line.

He was slightly worried when Yuuri came down on him so easily without much bleeding. There was some, but Viktor chalked the lack up to the younger's experience. He must have already bled a bit on his own time, enough for him to take Viktor into him with minor discomfort.

The thought only fed the deepening pit of desire below his belly even further. It burned and coiled like hot iron, melting him from the inside out. His grip on Yuuri tightened as the younger sensed this change and began to move.

"Ah… ah… ahh, Yuuri…"

"Nnnnnng, Viktor! Ah!"

Their moans were their music and it only drove Viktor wilder. He gripped Yuuri's hips tight enough to cause bruises and guided him up and down his length as the younger bounced with sheer pleasure.

Viktor burned the sight into his mind through grunts and gasps and moans as he thrust his hips upwards when Yuuri began to feel tired. He kept ramming upwards until he hit a certain spot with his tip and Yuuri screamed his name.

Viktor gave a few more thrusts, watching Yuuri come close to the edge before free falling into it and surrendering to the white climax of buzzing ears and bright stars. The younger male's semen sprayed out over their stomachs and chests and Yuuri sat still, gasping for air as though he had forgotten that oxygen had existed in the first place.

As Yuuri clenched tightly on his length, Viktor met him half way and came with him, groaning his name with a sigh.

The pair stayed still for a moment, panting and drinking in the sight of each other.

But Viktor wasn't done.

Oh, he let Yuuri have his fun, but now it was his turn.

Viktor pulled out before switching their positions, relishing the look of pure shock on Yuuri's face. He got the feeling the alcohol was starting to wear off, but Viktor wasn't going to let him get away.

"Now then, Yuuri~" He sang, ghosting his lips along the younger's throat. "It's time to take responsibility for what you've started."

Viktor shamelessly bit down and smirked when Yuuri let out a yelp. He was going to leave as many love bites as possible on the young man who had unleashed his own Eros.

Viktor kissed the boy senseless, until he could no longer remember his name. After all, he was the real expert on Eros, and he knew, from observations he had made tonight, where Yuuri was the most sensitive.

He suckled at the male's throat and collarbones and nipples until Yuri was a gasping mess that gripped the sheets for dear life and pushed out his name in harsh whispers. When Viktor dipped his hand down to Yuuri's length, Yuuri gasped in shock and arched his back until his chest was flush against Viktor's. He looked up with wide eyes, only to see Viktor's half-lidded ones darkened to a sapphire blue with lust and mercilessness.

"Yuuri~" he murmured against the male's skin, kissing him and tasting him. "Do you like that? Do you want more?" He threw the words back at the younger.

Yuuri screwed his eyes shut as Viktor's lips brushed against his ear and his hands caressed his inner thighs. The anticipation was enough to have him climax right then and there, but he didn't and he knew he needed help to get there.

He wiggled his hips in anxiousness. "Yes… Viktor."

"Hmm? What was that?"

Frustrated and near tears, Yuuri yelled out, "Yes, Viktor! Please!"

Viktor's ministrations stopped as he stilled to take in the pleading voice, shaking with absolute need. With a satisfied smirk, he looked down at Yuuri. "Good boy." He said before suddenly taking the younger's length into his mouth.

Viktor was returning every favor he had been granted, tenfold. His touches were nowhere near as indecisive and clumsy as Yuuri's had been. They were purposeful and reflected expertise. Now, Viktor's mouth was down on him with that delicious expertise, and he wasn't afraid to deep throat the younger.

"Yuuri, you're beautiful." He murmured as he left loving kisses on the inside of Yuuri's thigh, leaving him shivering with need.

Yuuri felt tears well up in his eyes.

"Shh shh, don't cry." Viktor said, suddenly stopping his ministrations.

"I will if I want to, you baka! How could you say that? The beautiful one is obviously you!" Yuuri hiccupped. He knew this was a terrible time for his insecurities to come out, but he couldn't help it. He was drunk and a total mess. He couldn't help it when the person he thought was the most beautiful person in the world turned and called him beautiful instead.

Viktor placed a loving kiss on the younger's lips. Usually, Yuuri hated it when Viktor tried to kiss away their problems, but there was something different in his actions and intentions that had him frozen. Viktor's eyes were sad. "How can you not see that you're the most beautiful person I have ever met? From the moment I saw you on that video, I knew you were exactly what I needed. You've colored my world, Yuuri."

Yuuri let the tears fall freely, his eyes wide with shock. "Viktor…" He let out weakly, throwing his arms over his eyes.

"No Yuuri, don't hide your face from me. I want to see everything." Viktor was sure the alcohol had worn off now. "What happened to that confidence you had when you decided to 'ride me like a stallion?'" He teased.

He was gifted with the sight of Yuuri angrily throwing his arms down at his sides to glare at Viktor with defiance at the challenge, but his cheeks had stained a lovely vermillion.

He was pouting.

Cute.

Viktor went down on the male with his mouth again, reveling in the moans and groans of his name that he earned. It wasn't long before Yuuri's skin was fire to the touch, his length growing even harder until Viktor went back to deep throating him, enjoying how the groans turned into whimpers and how desperate hands were tangled in his hair.

But Viktor had one more secret weapon. He knew Yuuri wasn't against a little pain in these situations, as he had demonstrated earlier by coming down on him without complaining about the stretch. Gently, Viktor bit down and dragged his teeth along the younger's length.

Yuuri came with a cry.

Viktor lifted his head after swallowing the load. He looked at Yuuri, at how messed up he was, and winked.

"Vkusno~"

Yuuri gasped, giving Viktor leeway to come in for another wild French kiss. Their tongues explored with newfound desperation and Viktor's hands teased Yuuri's sensitive skin until the younger was hard again.

With a sigh, Viktor pushed his length into Yuuri for the second time that night, loving the view below him. Yuuri immediately moaned, long and drawn out, and Viktor tipped his head back at the gorgeous sound. Yuuri's chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted. He had thrown his head back and bared his neck, putting Viktor's earlier love bites on display for him. Passion and lust and desire sang in Viktor's blood at the disheveled state Yuuri was in because of him.

With the signal from Yuuri, Viktor began to move. His movements were slow and gentle and drawn out, teasing Yuuri until he whimpered for more.

Ohh was Viktor going to give him more. He was going to ruin Yuuri, until the younger male's moaning was reduced to the point where he could no longer make any sounds, just gasps and breathless whispers.

Viktor rocked their bodies on the mattress in a slow rhythm until Yuuri was desperately calling out for him.

"Viktor… Viktor, please! Faster! Ahh… ahh… Harder, please!"

Smirking, Viktor upped his speed, furrowing his brow with the effort. It was the same face Yuuri saw on him in that parking lot during their argument, when he revealed his insecurities of Viktor maybe wanting to quit and the man had replied with "Of course not." Now however, the look was accompanied by a satisfied smirk and a dark, lustful gaze that promised a world of pleasure.

The elder grinned when Yuuri flung his legs around his hips and locked them there in an attempt to get closer to him. When Viktor finally found his sweet spot, Yuuri once again screamed out his name.

"VIKTOR!"

"Yuuri~" He huffed in response, ramming as hard and as fast as he could into that special spot.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!" Yuuri let out every time he touched it successfully.

Eventually, the gasps fell away and Viktor listened to the resulting melodious pants and whimpers with pride in his chest. He knew Yuuri was close, and with each passing thrust, he knew he wasn't going to last long either.

With a final grunt, Viktor rammed his length into Yuuri with all his strength, snapping his hips forward. Yuuri let out a shout and a groan as he was carried off to the stars, clenching down on Viktor until the squeezing took him over the edge as well. The pair came in each other's arms, locked in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

Viktor had brought down the heavens for Yuuri, just as Yuuri had for him.

With a satisfied smile, he pulled out and climbed into bed next to him, pulling the sheets over them and deciding to clean up tomorrow morning. He smiled even more when Yuuri snuggled up to his chest, fast asleep and seeking warmth.

It was an interesting night indeed.

The next morning, Viktor lay in bed next to a naked Yuuri, a nervous expression frozen on his face. It was the same one he had as he waited for Yuuri's response to his heartbreaking tactics in that blasted parking lot.

Eh?

Yuuri was still asleep, so it gave him enough time to figure out what had happened. Slowly, the memories came back to him and the shock and panic faded from Viktor's chest.

His mind was stuck on the revelation of Yuuri's true Eros and how his question about the younger's drunk persona had been answered in the best of ways. When he remembered the sultry seductress Yuuri had become, taking control of their night together, he blinked to himself.

I have absolutely no regrets making that bet.

So uh, that was my first official lemon? Yeah it started off pretty bad, but I figured I should write them OOC if I'm going to write them drunk. Plus, with the beautiful way the show has progressed to show us that there isn't really a power struggle between Viktor and Yuuri, but equality instead, I have to say that I don't think Viktor would mind if Yuuri took control for a while. ;)

This still turned out kinda bad. It's not as funny as the headcanon post itself, and I have no idea how to fix it lololol. You guys should let me know what you think and whether or not I should go on to make a oneshot collection.

Thanks for reading! See ya next time!

~Crescent T.