It’s obvious to any who know him that Viktor’s been out of sorts. This time, he doesn’t even have the sting of a recent break-up to blame. Oh, he’s still working the floor during his shifts, smiling just so, tilting his head, and looking at customers through hooded eyes. His regulars still complain about the hair cut to which he laughs easily and replies it was time for a change. But backstage he’s more reserved than usual, a little glum when he thinks no one is looking.
He’s been this way since Yuuri’s arrival. Viktor was getting ready the day of his audition and came out from the dressing room just as Yuuri began. That was it. The grace of his movements, the raw eroticism of it… Of course one expects that in their line of work, but when Yuuri strutted about the stage and spun around that pole, there was nothing contrived about it. He wasn’t putting on a show of seduction, he was actually seducing. Viktor was transfixed.
And he’s tried to talk to the other man ever since, to no avail. Keeping to himself only makes Viktor more curious to unravel the mystery of this seemingly shy force of nature. Whether it’s by design or happy coincidence, the ritual after-work drink crowd filtered out leaving Viktor and Yuuri alone – finally! Now there’s absolutely no excuse not to chat, unless Yuuri literally runs away. Viktor would be lying if he said he isn’t giddy. He really hasn’t been this interested in someone in… a long time (sorry JJ). He felt like a teenage having a first crush, his palms sweating against his glass and his heart thudding.
Finally he throws back the last of his drink, savouring the astringent burn as it goes down and he turns to face Yuuri with a friendly smile. “Yuuri, right? I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced. I’m Viktor.”
For Yuuri~ (in our trashy stripper au)
He’s been this way since Yuuri’s arrival. Viktor was getting ready the day of his audition and came out from the dressing room just as Yuuri began. That was it. The grace of his movements, the raw eroticism of it… Of course one expects that in their line of work, but when Yuuri strutted about the stage and spun around that pole, there was nothing contrived about it. He wasn’t putting on a show of seduction, he was actually seducing. Viktor was transfixed.
And he’s tried to talk to the other man ever since, to no avail. Keeping to himself only makes Viktor more curious to unravel the mystery of this seemingly shy force of nature. Whether it’s by design or happy coincidence, the ritual after-work drink crowd filtered out leaving Viktor and Yuuri alone – finally! Now there’s absolutely no excuse not to chat, unless Yuuri literally runs away. Viktor would be lying if he said he isn’t giddy. He really hasn’t been this interested in someone in… a long time (sorry JJ). He felt like a teenage having a first crush, his palms sweating against his glass and his heart thudding.
Finally he throws back the last of his drink, savouring the astringent burn as it goes down and he turns to face Yuuri with a friendly smile. “Yuuri, right? I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced. I’m Viktor.”