KIC Viktor and Yuuri meeting TBE Viktor and Yuuri? XD if only there was a way for them to meet in that fic where all the Yuuris and Viktors met each other XDD
ohmygod. you heckin kNOW. yall heckin know i love fic crossovers. bih. alright i got @victorsporosya‘s blessing and some of these were contributed by her and this is only part one [clears throat] we bring you…
the couture experience (part one)
in which victor and yuuri agree to meet in the hotel bar because “let’s take a break and wind down a little before we meet with the luxottica reps tomorrow, shall we?” victor had suggested, much to yuuri’s disbelief. (victor? winding down a little?)
and in which victor and yuuri agree to meet in the hotel bar because… that’s what they do
aka kic vicyuu and tbe vicyuu have plans to meet, but instead encounter they’re other-universe partners
“Your hair is down,” is the first thing Victor tells Yuuri when he approaches him at the bar. He says it with wide eyes, studying him with what seems like intense fascination.
Yuuri flushes under his gaze. “It’s usually down,” he mumbles, tugging at his fringe. “Besides, you said we were here to relax, so I left everything back in the room.”
Victor shakes his head and wraps an arm around his waist. “No, miliy, it looks good,” he says happily, pulling him close. “I didn’t know you usually put it down like that. You should do it more often with me.”
Yuuri frowns in confusion, shifts in Victor’s grasp. “What are you… what’s miliy?” He sniffs. “Is that a new cologne?”
Victor beams at him, and Yuuri’s stomach flips. “Do you like it?” he asks, voice thick and eyes darkening. Yuuri’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline.
“Uh,” he stammers. “Yeah. It’s nice.”
Victor’s smile widens, impossibly, and Yuuri shivers as the fingers around his midsection dig into the skin. There’s something slightly off about Victor tonight, but he notices the empty glass on the bar and chalks it down to alcohol.
“Wow, when you said you wanted to take a break, you really meant it,” Yuuri comments later on in the night. He’s practically in Victor’s lap now, and if he weren’t so tipsy he’d be going out of his mind. He reaches out impulsively and touches Victor’s hair, and when the man leans into his touch—nope. Nope, yeah, Yuuri’s still capable of losing his mind right now. If his subconscious were capable of having physical properties, it’d have a terribly sore throat from the internal screaming. “You haven’t checked your e-mail once.”
“Hmm?” Victor doesn’t seem to have heard his question. “No, tell me more about what you did in college,” he mumbles into Yuuri’s neck. “And everything after.” He pauses. “And everything before.”
Yuuri giggles, chest warm. “You’ve already seen my resumé.”
He’s so, so warm. He grabs his glass, drink since finished but he sucks on the straw anyway, sips at the water melting off of the ice cubes.
Victor looks affronted. “I do not want to know what’s on your resumé.”
Yuuri rolls his eyes. “Just because I didn’t have anything related to fashion before working for you… heyyyy.” He frowns and jabs a finger into Victor’s chest. “No more talking about work. We’re off the clock.”
Victor blinks. “Off the clock?” Slowly, the brilliant smile breaks out on his face again, wattage turned up so high Yuuri wants to take his eyes out with the tiny umbrella in Victor’s cocktail. “You mean it?”
“Yeah, isn’t that what you—Victor?!” Yuuri yelps as Victor attaches his mouth to Yuuri’s neck and bites.
kic = kings in couture = fashion editor victor and secretary yuuri
tbe = the boyfriend experience = still a skating legend victor and escort yuuri
part 2 with eros yuuri and kic vic comin’ soon to a forovnix near u