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akwolfgrl · 3 days ago

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A place to stay part 1

Viktor stood in the lobby of Lotte Hotel, one of the nicest hotels in St.Petersburg, a bouquet of blue roses in his hands. He was waiting for the man, the omega who was to be his future mate if everything worked out. As handsome and charming as he was, Viktor still had horrible luck in his love life. Most people were only using him for his fame or simply didn't understand how much of his life had been consumed by skating. You didn't become a six time champion by sitting idly, this was the off season and the perfect time to start a new relationship. Viktor only hoped that things would work out during the season as he worked as a temporary assistant for his former coach Yakov. The matchmaker agency they both went to did have a high success rate so perhaps this time things would work out.

Viktor heard the click of heels on the marble floor before he saw Katsuki Yuuri of the Katsuki's, a pair of dark brown step on me heels came in to focus, a long pair of legs in a dark brown pencil skirt that hugged a set of thick thighs and plush hips. A creamy brown lace long knit shirt wrapped around a lean waist up and over Yuuri's chest, a dark brown bow in the front, his creamy shoulders and neck bare save a simple gold necklace. Viktor's eyes trailed up to the omega's face, large doe eyes framed by lush lashes and a pair of gold rimmed glasses sat perched on his nose, his flushed cheeks had a gentle roundness that softened his otherwise angular face. His long black hair was pinned back with little gold origami cranes and a matching set of gold earrings adorned his ears. His hands were clasped tight around a small dark brown hand bag in front of his body. His scent was a little fruity, like the good sake Viktor had when the competitions took him to Japan, it had sweet floral notes of the cherry blossoms that littered the streets of Yuuri's home, rounding it off was a hint of musk at the end. It was wonderful and much stronger now then the scarp of fabric the matchmaker agency had provided.

"Nikiforov-san? Are you okay?"

"Of course, I was just enchanted by your beauty," Viktor gave him a charming smile and wink before handing over the blue roses, enjoying the flush to Yuuri's cheeks at the compliment. "These roses cannot compare to you I fear." Viktor had been caught drooling over the pretty omega standing in front of him. "And please call me Viktor."

"Oh, thank you," Yuuri took the roses, "they’re lovely, I'll just have these sent to my room." Yuuri left him to hand over the roses to the front desk attendant, giving Viktor the glorious view of his perfect ass.

Viktor wanted to grab those cheeks in his hands and squeeze them. He wanted to spread them and bury his face in between the soft mounds. Those thick thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

"Shall we?" Viktor offered his arm when Yuuri returned to his side once more.

They had planned something simple for their first meeting. Lunch at the hotel's Japanese style restaurant, MEGUmi. Russian food can be odd for those that are unfamiliar with it. Yuuri took his arm with a smile.

"Yes, let's. Mari will be meeting us there, our parents were rather insistent upon it. If they had their way, Mari would accompany us at all times." Yuuri huffed his cute nose wrinkling, causing his glasses to shift. "Omegas in Japan are rather uncommon, I only know of one other. There hasn't been one in the family for at least a hundred years."

"If that would make them feel more comfortable." Viktor was willing to do whatever it took to make things work. Viktor hadn't known that fact about Japan; he knew that Russian omegas weren't as quite common as betas but still were fairly common. Georgi, his rink mate, was in fact an omega who mostly dated other omegas. Yuri hadn't presented as of yet so only some important people like Yakov knew what the young blond was. Mila had tried to sneak into Yakov's office to peek at his paper work but had been caught. According to Chris, omegas made up the majority of the population in Switzerland.

"I would rather not have my older sister with us on any future dates we may have." Yuuri disagreed with a shake of his head.

"I would much rather have you all to myself I shall admit." Viktor gave Yuuri another wink, enjoying the flush on his cheeks once again before the omega turned his face away.

MEGUmi was a lovely place on the first floor, with gray and dark red walls, lots of small lights hanging from a red ceiling, and the tables were covered in a cream table cloth with cream and red chairs. The host stood by a black podium in a black and red suit and welcomed them with a smile.

"Welcome to MEGUmi, do you have a reservation?"

"No, I hope that won't be a problem," Viktor flipped his silver hair giving the host a winsome smile.

"Of course not, sir, right this way," the host led them to a table by a window, the tables separated by a black and gold detectored screen. "Your waiter will be right over," with that the host left.

"So, Yuuri, you said during our chats that you had a puppy, do you have any pictures?" Puppy talk was always a good ice breaker, and the way Yuuri's face lit up when he reached for his phone was priceless.

"Oh, yes! His name is Vicchan, he is a toy poodle about thirteen years old. Here are some of the most recent pictures of him," Yuuri handed over his phone.

Viktor cooed at the tiny ball of fluff curled up on a white duvet with a blue and gold runner. Viktor scrolled to the next picture on the same poodle on a dark beige coach, his butt up in the air while his front paws were spread in front of him a toy in between his paws, a cute doggy grin on his fuzzy face. Viktor went to view the next one, Vicchan was standing with his front paws braced against a window overlooking St. Isaac's square right outside this very hotel. Viktor gasped excitedly and dropped Yuuri's phone onto the table, those photos were the exact same ones from one of the doggy Instagrams he followed. He grabbed Yuuri's hands in his own.

"Are you telling me that you're adorable mini Makachin is right up stairs as we speak?" Viktor asked excitedly, thire were so many date ideas they could do with the dogs. "And is your Vicchan the same Vicchan from Instagram!?"

"Yes, of course, I bring him with me everywhere. I'm glad you like his pictures, I never expected his Instagram to become so popular."

"We should walk the dogs on our next date, there's a great dog park I can show you, then maybe a picnic." Viktor suggested hoping Yuuri would say yes.

"I see your boy toy is just as dog crazy as you." An alpha woman stood in front of their table.

Her hands were in her black pants pockets, most of her outfit was black except for the collar and cuffs on her jacket which wear leopard print. Yura would kill for the jacket, her shirt underneath was black with a white print over it. She had dark brown hair with a bit of blonde peeking out from underneath. She smelled of cigarettes and incense smoke, she also smelled of sake like Yuuri.

"Mariiiiii," Yuuri whined, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink. Viktor wanted to see how far that lovely blush trailed.

Mari pulled out a chair with a teasing grin, she turned the chair to sit in it backwards her arms resting upon the back. Her attention shifted towards himself. The other alpha gave him an appraising look, Viktor gave her one of his many charming crowd pleasing smiles, minus the wink of course.

"Wow, Yuuri, he's just your type, he looks just like a certain someone I could name."

"Mari, no!" Yuuri cried out, eyes large behind his glasses.

"Mari, yes. Let's see there's Sesshomaru, Tomoe," Mari began to list off these names that went right over Viktor's head, counting down on her fingers. Yuuri's face grew redder with each name. "Then, of course, there's all the posters of a certain someone in his childhood bedroom."

"Mari, no!" Yuuri launched himself at his elder sister, covering her mouth with his hand. "Don't you dare!"

Viktor watched their exchange with a mix of amusement, confusion and longing. While he may be surrounded by admirers and fans Viktor was rather lonely; the only family he had in Russia was Makkachin and Yakov. Was this how siblings were supposed to act? It sorta reminded him of how Mila and Yura acted, well minus the swearing and the lifts.

"Hello, my name is Artyom and I shall be your waiter today. What can I get you to drink?" The waiter interrupted Viktor's thoughts and the siblings banter placing menus in front of them.

Viktor smiled at the waiter before looking through the menu.

"I'll have the Onna Naksae," Mari ordered.

"The Hakushika snow beauty sake for me," Yuuri placed his order.

"And I'll take a Umenishiki umeshu," Viktor hopefully didn't butcher the name of the Japanese wine too badly.

"Excellent choices I'll bring those right out," With that Artyom left.

"So, Yuuri, you mentioned you've traveled a lot. Where would you say was your favorite place you visited?" Viktor asked changing the subject and bringing the omega's focus back on himself.

"Detroit, mostly because one of my best friends lives and is going to school there, but I did hear he's trying to go back home to Thailand so that is most likely going to change."

"Switzerland or the south of France for the same reasons. Often during the off season I go and visit Chris and my mom's, we also have a wild time and drive our coaches crazy," Viktor grins at the memories.

"Phichit tends to drag me into crazy situations, mostly involving copious amounts of alcohol. I usually end up in some sort of undress."

Viktor made a mental note to take Yuuri drinking at some point after they were more comfortable with each other.

"What is your favorite food?" Viktor hoped to impress him with his cooking skills, he was no chef but he did know his way around the kitchen. Baking on the hand he was abysmal at.

"Moms katsudon. I could eat it everyday, but I save it for special occasions and preheat."

"What's katsudon and why only on special occasions?"

"Oh, it's a pork cutlet bowl with rice and a runny egg. The pork is breaded and deep fried."

"And Yuuri would be fat if he ate every day," Mari put in.

"Mari!" Yuuri glared at his sister who only smirked at him. "What's yours, Viktor?"

"Don't tell my coach but pork schnitzel. It's a breaded pounded out pork chop. Some people have it with a sauce, others lemon. I like both ways. I have it when I visit Chris." It sounded similar in way to what Yuuri described but served differently.

"And here are your drinks. I'll take your orders if you're ready?" The waiter announced as he set their drinks on the table.

After everyone had ordered Viktor took a sip of his wine enjoying the taste, it was something he would have to have again.

"What's your favorite place on Earth?" Yuuri asked.

"That's a tough one." If it was an interview he'd most likely say the top of the podium, and maybe when he was young and naive it would have been ture. However the top had become lonely and monotonous as of late. No one was surprised by anything he did. "Early in the morning when the ice is smooth and fresh, when the air is still and quiet. There's no one but you and the ice, that's the best place on earth

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akwolfgrl · 4 days ago

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Love sick in public part 5

Nami slid into the galley and sneezed from the spices' scent in the air. It smelled good, just like everything else Sanji cooked. Luffy was already seated, chowing down on a large chicken leg, which was partially red.

Clementine was on the floor, his front paws holding his new toy while his back paws kicked it. He had a crazed look in his eye as he bit the toy as well. He had a little blue and orange bowl next to the counter and a water fountain by the door. The pet store recommended keeping the food bowl spreat from the water.

“Ahh spicy!!!” Luffy had to pause in his eating to fan his tongue before diving back in. “Ish soooo good,” he muttered with his mouth full. Nami rolled her eyes and gave his head a smack as she walked by.

“Don't talk with your mouth full.” She knew it was hopeless, and Sanji had tried as well to get him to stop, but this was Luffy. “What's for dinner? It smells good.” Then again, it always did with Sanji in charge; Nami was glad she no longer had to do all the cooking. Just because she knew how didn't mean she had any interest in doing so.

“Thank you, Nami! I made Jjampong, a spicy seafood noodle soup. I used clams, muscles, shrimp, squid, and octopus.” Sanji began to serve the soup with a side of freshly-baked bread. “I'll be able to start making more bread with the yeast we picked up in town. We got such a good deal on it. I can make toast in the morning, I can make marmalade for you, Nami, out of your fruit if you want?”

“I'd love it.” Belle Mere used to make it in huge batches after the harvest, first using all the bruised ones that no one wanted to buy, even though they were perfectly good. Sanji was way too good at bringing up memories she swore she had long forgotten. “You're the chef, I trust you to make good use out of my Minka fruit.”

“Of course I wouldn't dare disrespect food, especially something that means so much to you.” Sanji took a seat at the table as they all dug in.

The broth was spicy and savory, the thick noodles were a different texture compared to the thinner noodles from lunch. The variety of seafood made each bite an adventure.

“Meorw!” Clementine sat at her feet, having abandoned his toy to beg for her food.

Sanji made a clicking noise with his and tapped the bowl. “Dinner time. Leave nami alone, she already has to deal with Luffy trying to steal her food.” Sanji placed some weird looking stuff in the cats bowl. Nami didn't want to even think about it. But Clementine booked it for the bowl and dug in, making little growly noises. “Good boy.” Sanji gave the cat a small butt pat before washing his hands and joining them.

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