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Victor blinked up at the pop of an incoming email from his computer, remembering that the time was nearly eight o’clock in the evening and the office was empty. Even Yakov didn’t bother him this late unless his balance sheet deadline was dangerously approaching.

Victor frowned up from his papers, blinking curiously at his laptop.

It only got worse after that.

‘You’re welcome 😉 ’ gleamed out from the subject line of the email, the sending address nothing to do with the company. It wasn’t work. It wasn’t anything Victor recognised, no names or nicknames he could pick up on. Maybe it was one of those fake generated ones, ones that deleted themselves after ten minutes so they couldn’t be used again…

Either way, Victor was wary.

Even more so when he saw the video.

From what Victor could tell it looked like a dance studio, with smooth wooden floors and a wall mirror backdrop, beautiful and simple.

But Victor had been warned before more than once about opening links and content from unknown sources via email. Just one trash link titled ‘Poodle puppies so cute you might DIE ’ that had accidentally ended in a teeny tiny virus and suddenly you couldn’t be trusted with anything…

As ever though, curiosity got the better of him.

He clicked play, crossed his arms over his chest and a finger over his lips, and leaned back in his chair curiously.

He wasn’t waiting for long.

Classical music spilled softly out of the speakers. A figure stepped into the camera shot with long, graceful strides, thighs thick and muscular inside high waisted flesh coloured ballet tights that left nothing of the shape of the dancers legs to the imagination. Nothing .

And that was all the dancer wore.

Victor caught his jaw hanging open just in time, snapping his mouth shut.

He couldn’t help it – the dancer was hot. His fingers closed around a pole that Victor hadn’t even noticed was there against the lights of the wall mirror, Victor absolutely hypnotised at the way the muscles in the dancer’s back and shoulders rippled gloriously with just that simple movement.

His dark haired head turned ever so slightly to the side as he trailed one leg up the other with a pointed toe – back still turned to the camera – and stretched over his head, grip on the pole relaxed and gentle like what he was doing was easy.

It had Victor’s mouth watering, eyes wide in his skull as he watched. He choked on air when those strong thighs hooked around the pole, lifting the dancer off the ground.

Victor had never realised ballet music could really be so … arousing , frankly.

Long, graceful legs curled slow and sensual around the pole, lifting the dancer’s fit – but still soft – body around it in a gloriously unhurried pace. Victor was biting his lip in no time, barely holding back a whine.

He needed to go home, he decided, catching his breath. He needed to go home right now, and take his laptop with him. For … work purposes…

He was just about to snap the laptop shut and tuck it under his arm to leave and watch the video at home in private when something on the screen made him pause.

Held up with just one strong leg wrapped around the pole – muscles in his thick thighs bunched gloriously – and a hand firm on his ankle, the dancer was hanging upside down from the pole, his body unfolding out beneath him and spare arm trailing a sensual path up his torso, chest, through his dark hair and his head tipped back, and –

Victor gasped.

It was Yuuri.

“Okay, I don’t know which one of you it was. I’m not going to ask who it was or take this to HR – or more importantly, tell Yuuri – but this is unacceptable. What I received last night was completely inappropriate and cannot happen again. Am I absolutely clear?”

Phichit and Christophe just blinked at him in the meeting room the next morning, frowning in unison. For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then-

“ What did you say you received ?”

“D-did you say Yuuri!?”

Victor had been prepared for deniability. He understood. It was normal, and considering he didn’t plan on taking any further action on the matter, he didn’t really care.

As long as the message got across.

The confused looks staring at him told him that it hadn’t though.

Phichit’s eyes were round and mouth hanging open, while Christophe olive green eyes were glinting with a smirk that was definitely not safe for work.

Victor didn’t understand, glancing between the pair of them and feeling his own frown start to settle. He didn’t get it. It had to have been one of them. The best friends of the office were always up to this kind of mischief. Phichit knew Yuuri did pole dancing. Victor knew for a fact that Christophe did it himself. It just… it had to be…

“Victor,” Christophe finally broke the silence after a stunned moment, glancing across to Phichit. “What are you talking about?”

Victor was so confused… “The video?”

Heads shook.

“The … video of Yuuri?”

More blank stares.

“The video of Yuuri pole dancing in ballet tights.”

“What?!”

“-do you still have it?”

Victor had to lunge for his laptop to save it from Chris’s suddenly darting gaze – not trusting that it would have been followed by grabbing hands if he’d left it a second later. He snapped it shut, casting his friend a dark look as he slipped the laptop safely out of reach behind his chair. Once that was out of the way, he clasped his hands on the desktop, trying to remember how being a boss worked.

“I received an inappropriate video of Yuuri pole dancing last night,” he explained calmly, trying to cling onto this professional facade just a little longer until he could pull Chris aside and grill him for information in little less work-approved fashion. So far, his money was on him… “I thought… I thought it was one of you…”

Phichit just grinned over the table, beaming. “Sorry, not me.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Chris’s eyes rolled to the ceiling, nodding dreamily up and some unknown angel. “But damn, I wish it was…”

Victor’s frown just furrowed deeper. “Then who…”

Phichit was grinning ear to ear when he came out of the meeting, making a bee line back to his desk… but not before he’d flicked his best friend playfully behind the ear, smirking.

“Yuuri Katsuki, you little slut,” he beamed, “I’m so proud. I knew you had it in you.”

Yuuri buried his face in his hands and flushed crimson.

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