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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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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.

"I'm just reminding you. As often as possible, until I feel better about it. It think its perfectly reasonable. Since I'm sure you were tooo busy too think about it."

Yuri folds the pants, laying them on the dresser. His boxers were slid off next, set down beside the pants.

"Yes, I'm sure you missed this. I"m sure you thought about this every day... though things change."

He returns to the bed, and forces JJ's legs to open so he can kneel between them. He had the little jar near him and he dips his fingers in before unceremoniously reaching between and under, pressing two into JJ without much fanfare.

JJ's back arched the moment Yuri's fingers entered him. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar sensation, but he had been grossly unprepared for Yuri to be doing this him. Though he, by no means, minded it. The noise he made came from deep in his chest, somewhere between a grunt and a growl. He hadn't heard himself make a noise like that in quite some time.

"Thinking about is one thing," his eyes were locked onto Yuri. He couldn't get them off of him, "nothing is like the real thing."

He was basically panting. He was getting hard - between Yuri's fingers and watching him. He dug his heels into the bed sheets. He wouldn't admit it, but he liked Yuri having this power over him. Before this, Yuri's power over him had mostly been on a completely emotional level, but the taller - stronger Yuri was a different monster.

"Kitten," he grunted. He spread his legs, just a little more, pressing his hips as much as he could into Yuri's fingers. He didn't have much power, but he'd use every ounce he had trying to get as much as he could.

He enjoyed the restraints, really, but he wanted to be able to touch Yuri. Or himself. "Just, come on." He shifted his hips again, fighting the restraints - if only to try and get what he could.

A hand plants onto JJ's waist, forcing them back down. He wasn't going to let JJ have any power in this. Yuri was the one who was going to remain in control in this situation because he'd never had the opportunity to have this much physical control.

"Shalava." He responds in kind, thrusting fingers in and out. He didn't attempt anything particularly pleasurable. It was clear he was intending on taking his pleasure and not necessarily giving JJ any in return.

"Tell me how much you want it and I might give you a little."

"Heh," JJ mused, although he was frustrated and annoyed. He wanted to move, claim every bit of power he had. Each time he took some, it was pulled out from under him. He'd have to get used to this. He was breathing deep. It took a lot of will to not fight against the restraints at least a little.

JJ stared straight at Yuri. His brows furrowed in a challenge. JJ wasn't much for begging or pleading, but he was about ready to. No, he told himself, don't sink that low.

"I'm a whore aren't I?" he asked, having long since understood the Russian word Yuri had decided to use. He turned his head away, finally stopping himself from staring. "This is all I want right now."

Yuri was very glad to see the annoyed frustration. He wanted to drag it out, fucking him with his fingers. A small shift forward onto his knees and Yuri could kiss the inside of JJ's, hair falling forward. His eyes were still angry, especially as his teeth set on skin.

"You only want my fingers inside you? I can do that. I can do that all night. Do you think you'll be able to get off on it though?"

Yuri lowers his head down, lips hovering close to JJ's thigh.

"You'll be so disappointed after all this time waiting for it..."

Yuri was going to make him ask for it, wasn't he? JJ never had to ask for it before. He was someone who always seemed able to get what he wanted without really having to try. It was probably part of why he enjoyed Yuri. He was always a challenge.

"Fuck me, Kitten." He tried his damnedest to make the words not sound like a plea. But...they did, at least a little. He kept his voice as strong as possible. JJ didn't like how he sounded himself. He never liked sounding less than completely confident.

JJ sounded completely pathetic to Yuri's ears. He thought about abandoning the man again, maybe going down to the hotel bar for some celebratory drinks and appetizers. That was a thought, he could enjoy himself while JJ laid up here all by himself.

That wouldn't exactly be a good foundation for the beginning of whatever this was between them.

So instead he pulls his hand free. He rolls a bit so he can get himself fully nude before shifting between JJ's legs. He spits into his hand, clearly just so dedicated to making this comfortable for JJ before shifting forward, pushing into the older skater.

Not much fanfare or affection. Yuri still wasn't sure if he necessarily wanted to give JJ affection yet.

That hurt. A lot.

Okay, so he had asked for it, but he hadn't quite expected Yuri to approach it like that. He grunted, spreading his legs a little more and shifting his hips a little to help himself relax.

He didn't want Yuri to know that it had hurt. He'd not let Yuri have that. So he forced a smirk, and looked at Yuri, focusing on him.

"Good, Kitten." He was so tempted to challenge him a little bit. "Harder..." He muttered. He'd be sore, sure, but it would be worth it. He'd see how much he could get.

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Yuri would have pointed out that he'd asked for if JJ brought it up. The grunt was satisfying, maybe it was uncomfortable. More satisfying if it hurt a little. JJ had always liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, if the welts that often found their way to JJ's back were any indication.

Green eyes narrowed with irritation at the nickname, but if JJ wanted harder.. He would give it to him.

Nails dug into JJ's legs as Yuri shifts closer, forcing the older skater into a bit of an awkward position. Yuri's hips were snapping hard, denying JJ the comfort of a cuddle and adding the discomfort of nails dragging over his thighs.

The hurt was a tell-tale sign of who he was dealing with. He liked the marks. He'd let Yuri leave them all over his skin if he wanted. His skin for so long became a reminder of every time he had sex with Yuri. Even when he had been back in Canada, he'd catch himself moving his hand to where the welts had so often been on his neck.

Awkwardly, he shifted a little, his legs and body moved, since that was all that he could move. His legs would have welts, he would feel the soreness through his back, a reminder of what he had let happen.

He moaned as Yuri's hips moved. "Yes," he encouraged. That damn grin of his spread on his features. "You're strong," he complimented. Not a word he would have ever used. "I like it, Kitten."

The nickname was his little way to antagonize Yuri in the only way he knew how and could now - with his mouth.

Yuri wasn't kind. He was strong, just as JJ said and that meant more stamina. He would fuck this man until he was a mess. He wanted to get out every bit of frustration he had. He bent over JJ, blonde hair spilling forward against JJ's chest. Every thrust had it tickling across JJ's skin.

He hadn't decided if he actually wanted JJ to have his own completion. He was tempted to just get the man to the edge then leave him there to wait the erection out.

Would that be too mean? He wasn't thinking too hard about it at this point, as his own peak was approaching.

JJ was desperate for touch. He arched his back a little, and frustrated sound came from the back of his throat. He was getting no relief here, and he was getting frustrated. He didn't care if Yuri touched him, but at the least, he could be allowed to touch himself - relieve the ache and the need.

There was an annoyed tug at the headboard, his wrists pulled hard, and his muscles didn't relax, he just continued to tug and pull. His entire upper body was strained, muscles flexed, and brows furrowed.

There was a sigh of annoyance. "Yuri," he said, eyes focused on Yuri. It was an oddly intense look. One that Yuri probably wouldn't have been accustomed to seeing from JJ. No surprise there, Yuri wasn't used to seeing JJ like this.

He considered, before impulsively hopping on a plan to see Yuri in Russia, that it would be a bad idea. But, of course, he couldn't help himself.

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