kaxsuki:

"Do you think you can lower my guard just by pouting and keeping your shirt half buttoned?"

( secret service starters | accepting )

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                      Yuuri’s backhanded comment did throw him off a little bit, but it certainly didn’t show on his face — this wasn’t unfamiliar between the two, bantering, flirting, occasional rejection coming from Yuuri’s side. The past couple of months they’d been on the field together had built a dynamic between the two, so the Russian’s ego could survive it this time as well.

                      However when it came to the pout on his face, it didn’t even waver as it deepened on par with the façade, as he leaned against the wall, blue eyes meeting brown. Their task for the day was to infiltrate a high-end party, to do reconnaissance, hoping for some leads that would take them to the international gun dealer. Wealth and success rarely came through legal deeds and their job proved it over and over again. The host of the luxurious party was believed to be working with their target and whilst the duo managed to get a few names and suspects, the night hadn’t gone too well. The only optimistic thing about it was that their covers were intact, which meant that they’d be going undercover soon. 

                        Both tired from the mission and the mild sneaking around alongside trying not to get caught, they’d went back to the hotel, going over their plan tomorrow. Well, it was Yuuri who went over the plan while Viktor laid on the bed for a moment before he announced that he was going to get some drinks. 

                         After ten minutes, he’d brought over a bottle of Moët & Chandon Champagne with two glasses, and nicked a rose from one of the trays on his way up. As he stood across his partner, the expensive tuxedo he was wearing was undone, the bowtie slung over his neck and a fair amount of his shirt was unbuttoned, accompanied by a playful pout on his face. He was a confident man, no matter how often Yuuri would reject his advances. A rose between his teeth while he held the bottle in one hand and glasses in the other, the Russian agent still managed to deepen his frown as he spoke. “Come on, I brought some of your favourite champagne — we deserve a break too, Yuuri.”

 

skater's hearts are β€”

two L words come to mind,
β€” LIFE and LOVE
I've been neglecting both
for over twenty years β€”

AS FRAGILE AS GLASS

independent private && semi-selective
VIKTOR NIKIFOROV
from Yuri!! on Ice.

( written by kay )

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