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A TIME QUAD FLIP FOR AGALIO!

Not every driver could be perfect 100% of the time. Otabek did his best. In fact, that day he wasn't legally at fault. The other drive was the problem. Yuri couldn't remember the accident. Probably for the best. It meant he couldn't remember his injuries at the worst time. He was told there was a lot of blood, that Otabek had managed to save himself from anything severe, and honestly if it wasn't for Otabek, Yuri would have been dead.

The accident was bad, but it could have been worse. It could have been a lot worse than some broken bones, torn ligaments and road rash. It did mean skating was on the back burner for awhile. Something that was extremely difficult for Yuri to take for over a year of recovery. It was going to be longer than a year. Depression clung hard and it made that first year very difficult.

The angry teenager was angrier. Cabin fevered, irritable, snapping at anyone and everyone. Then there were the moments of just depression where he didn't want to get up and do anything at all. What would be the point? He probably wouldn't be able to skate again, not like he used to.

It didn't help that he was rather suddenly cut off from what he would call his 'source of entertainment'. Apparently his Grandfather wasn't pleased with what he found on Yuri's phone. Threatened legal action, the whole thing. Yuri ended up with a new phone, his old one kept by his grandfather.

Harsh.

At least Yuri had a friend that was allowed near by. A few actually. During the off seasons he was visited by others. Victor, Yuuri... both would be retired by the time Yuri skated again, if he ever did. It meant Yuri would never get to skate on the same ice as Victor.

More depression followed that realization. Otabek felt guilty, Yuri knew that. He probably didn't help in that first year, reacting out of anger, saying things he shouldn't have said. He was eternally thankful for Otabek's patience. It was because of his friend that Yuri started recovering properly, regaining strength.

The scars he had were covered over with increasingly intricate tattoos, as he had little else to do except sit about. The idea came from.. well, he'd never admit it openly. His grandfather was happy to sign off on anything Yuri wanted at that point to make him happy and to help hide away the remaining reminders of young talent almost lost.

Almost.

Because Yuri was back on the ice.

Yuri had grown taller, reaching five foot seven and three fourths though if you look at his identification it said five foot eight. Only when standing next to Yuuri Katsuki or anyone else of that height did it seem slightly off. He wore heels more often than not anyway, making him taller than even Victor. He'd been short for so long, he liked to be tall. He was still long limbed and had adapted to the changes in his body quite well, probably because as he was growing he was recovering.

And his hair.. He had allowed it to grow and it hung past his shoulders now, often held back in some form of braiding or pony tail. Today it was a loose braid hanging over one shoulder, as he was just here to get a feel for the rink.

He hadn't posted on the social media networks in awhile. Everything was private on the majority and the skating SNS... he just hadn't put anything up. Not until about a week ago, at least. It was a photo of his old skates beside his new pair, the blade black with an etched red pattern. His heel was a bit higher than normal, he liked the look of it.

His phone had exploded with notifcations. Three years since his last time seen on the ice! And his doctors weren't exactly overjoyed. Yuri had pushed hard to be here, and his grandfather was glad this first competition Otabek would be there. The young man was a good friend and Yuri's grandfather was too ill to come.

It was nice to know people were still happy for Yuri to come back to the ice. He'd missed out on other skaters. Victor, Yuuri, Chris.. It was frustrating, but he still had years left. Yuri felt good enough to get back out there. He wasn't going to sacrifice any more years.

He sets his skate down against the ice, holding on the half wall with both hands. He takes a deep breath, knowing he probably should wait for Otabek, but... It was a competition rink. There were one or two skaters there just getting a feel, so Yuri didn't feel too nervous. He brushes his hood down, his clothing the same body hugging styles he always enjoyed.

There were new skaters around. Then the faces that he hadn't seen in awhile. He didn't approach anyone, wouldn't. He needed to focus. So he starts the warm up, drifting around the rink. It felt so.. good to be back here. It was just a stupid qualification competition, but his end goal.. Grand Prix.

He was going to get there. He was going to get another gold, and he intended on breaking more records. He fits his earbuds into his ears, making it very clear he didn't want to talk to anyone, even people he knew right now. Instead he just skates, letting himself go into step sequences made up on the fly and few small jumps, singles and doubles, just to get his muscles going.

This was just to get a feel, he reminded himself. The others were here for that same reason.

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"Even if you couldn't. I should have asked. It'd have been nice to know if you wanted it even if you couldn't. Not that it matters now. Can't change anything about then." He shrugged. He didn't want to sound indifferent to what had happened.

It had already started snowing at home, too. It didn't surprise him when he noticed the flakes falling here, too. JJ let out an annoyed huff at Yuri's question.

"And here I was thinking you didn't want me to make any decisions for you." He closed the space between them.

"I'm not a game for you anymore, kitten. You're not the only one who has changed. If you think I'm playing now, then you've made some horrible misconceptions about me."

"Oh but you've always been so good at deciding everything for me. Why would I stop you now?"

Yuri doesn't move away from JJ. He glares at him evenly, hands burrowed deep into his pockets. He wanted to scream at the man, hit him, blame him for every little thing that had gone wrong in the past 3 years. Just.. so much resentment was in him and it refused to budge.

"The game was always yours. I just played in it. And you played me. And I accept that you played me."

To the best of Yuri's knowledge at the time, Yuri was nothing more than an easy fuck. JJ telling him now that it meant more didn't change any of that.

"So you came here to see me. Now you've seen me. You've even talked to me. What else do you want?"

"Don't act like you didn't play me," JJ said. He certainly felt played. And he wasn't really feeling any better about Yuri's perspective on the whole thing now.

"And I'm not making any for you now." He hadn't even really realized he was doing it. Now was the time to stop, he guessed.

There were no space between them, he closed it. It was strange to be able to look Yuri in the eye. There were a lot of things he wanted. A hand reached up, gripping Yuri's chin. "I want things from you that I shouldn't have." He didn't want to fall into that loop again. He knew he would.

"I played in the game you set up, JJ. I said that. I'm well aware I started the ball rolling, I'm aware of that, but things fell into your hands after that point and you decided it was going to happen."

Yuri doesn't pull his chin away. His eyes just glared right back at JJ, unwavering. Consciously, he knew this wasn't a good idea...

"Why shouldn't you have them? Because you don't deserve them..? Because I can agree with that one."

"We'll just end up where we were," JJ pointed out. History was so easy, too tempting, to repeat. Thought, admittedly, it'd be nice to repeat some things. His eyes locked on Yuri. He disagreed, though. He felt like he did deserve this. At least, a bit.

Still... he knew he shouldn't.

He tugged Yuri's chin towards him, and planted a kiss on his lips. It was a hard kiss, a little more desperate than the last one he did.

Yes, this was what he wanted.

They were definitely going to end up where they were but this time it wouldn't have a three year interruption. Where were they going to end up without something to derail the mess that this relationship was?

He doesn't push JJ away this time, instead pressing himself closer, an arm looping around the other man's neck to hold him close.

He was stronger now. He could be a bit pushy too.

He broke the kiss just to whisper against JJ's lips. "Come back to my room.."

"Alright," JJ conceded. He knew that even if he kept telling himself he shouldn't, that he would because that was what he wanted, and it was who he wanted right now. Even if it was some horrible mistake.

A hand moved to tug at Yuri's waist. Stronger - he noticed it. He knew there were tattoos on his skin now, too.

He almost hesitated to step away so he could follow Yuri up. Now, it didn't matter if they were seen. Not sneaking for the first time ever in the time they had been doing this - would be new.

Yuri turns at the tug, walking towards the hotel. He was silent on the walk up to the room, silent in the elevator. The elevator music made him close his eyes and just listen. He wasn't having to sneak around like a dirt secret. That was a nice feeling at least.

Though, for some reason, he still felt like a dirty secret.

He leads the way onto his floor, moving through the hall. His strides were long and with purpose, no sign of any past injury.

Yuri unlocks the door and steps inside, dropping his bag and coat to the floor. Off came the sweater next. He was just wearing a tanktop underneath so all of that color was revealed. He undoes his jeans next, just wanting to get the thicker layers off and he tosses them across the room before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

There were scars that could be seen. Where the bone had broken skin road rash scars that hadn't faded. He pushes his hair behind his ear, pulling one leg up to tuck under the other.

"So. Besides being a sack of failure, what else have you done."

He places his own coat, hat, and sunglasses on the top shelf inside the closet when he sees Yuri starting to remove articles. He wore black head-to-toe. A turtleneck, slacks. It was easy to blend in when one wore black, JJ found. "I've pretty exclusively been a failure," JJ pointed out, half-hearted. A well established fact. Hell, he just gave up on the ice. There's nothing more of a spectacular failure than that.

"But I trained." That was it. He didn't socialize, he didn't really interact with many other people. He even, only rarely, had one-night stands. And those only happened on days when he took off from training. He didn't like to take off from training, because he still felt comfortably at home on the ice. "In Montreal."

He eyed the scars. He didn't care if Yuri noticed him staring. "I see some changes you've made." He noted, he stepped forward, and brushed fingers over the colorful art.

"How long have you been back to training?"

It was a weirdly civil conversation, he realized. Yuri's comments were more of the casual mud-slinging. JJ had shouted a lot of it out for now.

Yuri noticed the staring. He wasn't surprised by it. There was always some staring when someone saw the scars for the first time. They weren't anything major but they were noticeable and usually people asked what they were. So Yuri wore jeans a lot.

He glances up when JJ touches him, green eyes a bit sharp. "I had scars I didn't feel like showing off. So I did this instead."

It was pretier to look at than skin discoloration. Yuri was more satisfied with the sprays of color than the marks of a bad accident.

"As soon as I was able. I started exercising bit by bit in the first year but I was depressed." Very depressed. "Then in the last two years I started putting more effort in. The doctors thought I was overdoing it but go big or go home, I say."

The conversation was almost too casual. Yuri was just too tired to yell right now. He could be civil to JJ, figure out where they were in life first.

Sounded like Yuri. He's lucky he didn't push it too far, and end up making it worse. But, he was glad he was going to get to compete against him again. JJ only felt like it as a competition when there were real competitors like Yuri in them.

He made a pleased noise in response to the art on Yuri. He liked it, but he didn't want to say so. He knew what the scars were from, he didn't need to ask.

He removed his hand and steps in, standing there, looking down at him. He hadn't been able to do this for years. And now, it looked like he'd really only be able to if Yuri was sitting down.

"Is your guard dog sharing a room?" he asked. Of course, he was speaking of Otabek. He had noticed the way the two were interacting. And he knew the way Otabek had acted three years ago. That stoic, severe look landed on JJ more than once in a less-than-friendly way. He figured it'd be best to know now, before he pursued anything here.

Yuri looks up at JJ, knowing he was still shorter than the man but figured JJ would want some familiarity of staring down at him like that. A lot of changes had happened, no need to stress the poor glass hearted JJ too much.

If only JJ could hear Yuri's internal thoughts about him.

"No. He's in the next room over. He was good in bed, by the way. Better than you ever were."

Green eyes narrowed a little on the you part. He wanted to make that jab at JJ while he could. Remind him that things happened while the Canadian was away that the man might be none to happy to hear about.

"Are you just going to hover over me all night?"

It was probably for the better. JJ was tired of fighting, but he would definitely return the insults that were slung at him, too. He couldn't let Yuri one-up him at that.

"Was he?" Now he felt like he had a challenge. And knowing that he was there, in the room next door - encouraged him just a bit. He leaned down into Yuri, hands sliding up his tank. His fingers touching skin he hadn't touched in so long.

"Definitely not. It'd be a waste of both of our time if I just stare."

He first moved his hands over his chest, but had them settle on his back under the tank. He slid one leg between Yuri's, and pressed his lips to Yuri's jawline, whispering, "Are you challenging me?" he asked.

They didn't have much help, but they did have this.

Yuri was perfectly fine slinging insults at JJ. It helped that the barbs had a little more backing due to his irritation over 3 years of abandonment. He wasn't going to let that one go so easily even if he seemed to have.

The skin JJ was touching covered the new muscle Yuri had built. He was lean, long and strong. Not quite the skinny little slip of of a thing that JJ had dealt with before.

"I'd only challenge you if I thought you could rise to it, but lets be honest.."

He turns his head to look at JJ, smirking slightly. There wasn't a single change in their dynamic was there? Yuri couldn't bear to let JJ be this close and not sling shit at him.

JJ no longer felt like he was holding onto something fragile. He had been so much broader and bigger than Yuri when they first started this, but now, some of that distance had been closed. Even if he was still lean, he had muscle and didn't feel breakable.

"Now, now, Yuri," he said. "I guess I'll get to see how much you've changed, too." His tone implied that he thought maybe Yuri hadn't changed. Of course, it was a challenge.

He had to.

He planted his lips firmly on Yuri's, and nudged him back onto the bed a little, at least so he could settle one leg on the mattress between Yuri's legs. He was curious how much power he was going to be given, so he immediately started off taking some.

It would be difficult to break Yuri at this point. He'd already been broken down once, he just came back stronger. Like those weird Chinese bowls where they poured gold into the cracks. And Yuri intended on having plenty of gold to choose from.

"Well you still have that shitty haircut so.."

He was silenced by the lips against his. A hand reaches up to grasp JJ's shirt front, reminding him that he wasn't some little thing any more.

He was going to let JJ think he had some power at least, opening his legs. That's right, come closer asshole.

JJ laughed against Yuri's lips. He pulled away, deciding that he was going to leave more visible markings. His lips went straight for the throat. "Long hair doesn't suit me." He used his teeth there, locking onto the skin. It certainly didn't suit him. Not like it did Yuri.

He found that he liked when Yuri exerted some power over him. Showed him a bit of his strength. It gave everything a different feel, despite knowing that it was Yuri.

In some ways, JJ knew that Yuri had a lot of power over him then, too. He just kept getting pulled into this vicious cycle. He didn't care, though. He didn't look back on it with many regrets.

He pulled his lips away. "The shirt has to go." The less pieces of material that would interrupt, the better.

"Yeah, well, trying to look cool doesn't suit you either, especially at your age." Yuri snarked into the air, with the lips against his neck. He wasn't going to let JJ off so easily, especially when he was still a bit bitter about everything.

Maybe one day he wouldn't be bitter. Maybe. Probably not though.

Once the lips lifted from this throat Yuri yanks the shirt up, forcing it up and over JJ's head. He uses his legs to force JJ to roll, ending up straddling the older skater's hips. He had those arms tangled still in that shirt.

"Tell me you're sorry." His voice was hard, but his was grinding his hips down against JJ's.

JJ was only 22, but he still felt old. His career of choice didn't give him a lot of time, and he only had a few more years. His eyes locked onto Yuri's face. He fought off the surprised noise when the other rolled him, and ended up straddling his hips.

This was different, but no complaints. JJ's hands moved to Yuri's hips, when the other moved to grind against his. He moaned - and to him, it sounded pathetic. This was different - and he was unaccustomed to others gaining physical power over him.

Damn it.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I am sorry, chaton." He sounded sincere, probably because somewhere - he was, truly, sorry he had left. He had missed so much. He wished he had stayed many times through his years gone. If he had, things would be...different.

He shifted his hips against Yuri's, fingers shifting from his hips and moved along the bottom of Yuri's tank, tugging it upwards.

Ugh. He just had to use French. Yuri hated French. It sounded so stupid. Everyone thought it was romantic but Yuri just hated it. He hated it even more after JJ ditched him for La La Land, Canada. Just for that, he was going to have to make this difficult.

He grasps JJ's shirt, and then his wrists. The fabric was wrapped around the Canadian's wrists and hands before his arms are forced back up over his head. Yuri was leaned over him, blonde hair framing both their faces.

"Oh no.. You aren't sorry yet." Yuri strips his tank top off next, looping it around the tightly knotted shirt that was securing JJ's wrists. Then it was looped around the headboard, tightened into place with a hard tug. "I haven't made you sorry."

Then Yuri shifts, climbing off JJ to walk away to the bathroom, leaving the Canadian lying there for the time being, bound to the headboard.

JJ tugged at his wrists a little. Impressive. He didn't quite imagine that he'd end up in this situation, but he didn't... have any complaints either. Unless, of course, something went awry.

He knew damn well the French would upset Yuri, so he used it intentionally. He enjoyed getting that little rise out of him every chance he could. He wanted to see if it would work still, and it seemed to have.

"Mhm," JJ muttered, "Will you?" He had to tell himself not to challenge Yuri while he was tied to a bed and had little control over the situation now.

He tugged his wrists again, secure against the headboard. His eyes follow Yuri to the bathroom, curious.

JJ would hear a rattling in the bathroom. Then Yuri steps back out, going to the microwave. He pops something in it and in a few moments there was the sound of popcorn. Once it was finished Yuri walks back over, sitting on the end of the bed and he flicks on the television.

Cronch.

Yes, JJ. You would have to wait before you know what was possibly going to happen. Yuri hadn't eaten for hours, he at least needed a snack.

And there was a part of him that was deeply amused with every bit of this moment, a smirk on his face because he was facing away from JJ and the man couldn't see it.

JJ's head fell back and he closed his eyes. He sighed, deeply, relaxing his muscles in his arms ass much as he possibly could. Now he was frustrated. It had been so long and then this. Initially, he thought it was just a joke when Yuri sat down to eat popcorn, watch TV.

But after a few minutes.

It wasn't funny anymore. His arm muscles tensed and he tugged hard, rattling the headboard against the wall (sorry, Otabek). JJ was an impatient creature, and he wanted this so badly that he wasn't wanting to wait.

He started to throw some French curse words into the air. Not all directed at Yuri, necessarily, but certainly he needed to air his frustrations. "Vas te faire encule - Yuri," he said. (Fuck you - it was the most direct way to convey his feelings at the moment.)

The French swear words just amused Yuri further. Was he really that angry about being tied to a bed? Normally people would find it hot.

oh but right, Yuri was supposed to be doing things. Not just ignoring JJ. The way he'd been ignored for 3 years. Yuri turns his head to look at JJ, green eyes narrowed hard at the noise maker.

"Technically.. I should leave you lying there for three years, completely unattended." He stands, setting the mostly finished bowl aside. He taps the television off next.

"Though with that mouth I might have to gag you, just to keep you from waking the neighbors."

He stops by his bag, producing a little tub of their original favorite. Then he makes his way over to JJ, setting the jar aside and works on stripping JJ of his pants.

"What's wrong, JEAN. Are things not quite going the way you expected?"

"Hopefully they have headphones," JJ smirks. He doesn't have much sympathy, honestly. He's never really been the type to much think of others. Obviously. He tugged a little, flexing his arms, and knocked the headboard against the wall again.

His brows furrowed deeply. "Stop acting like I don't regret the three years missed." He would have returned sooner, and maybe they would have had something even slightly normal.

No. They wouldn't. Probably not. They'd probably be fighting about something stupid now, too.

They always fought.

He was relieved when his pants were being removed. "Heh, I can't believe I missed out years of this." He sighed deeply. The words weren't so much for Yuri, but as a way to remind himself how stupid it was, too.

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