A/N: I got bored of fanfics about the banquet, Anxieties about if Victor will leave Yuri, anxieties over Yuri or Victor retiring, fluff and sappiness or Yuri/Otabek get it on. I hope this fandom gets more variety soon! I need a good story to sink my teeth into with some PERIL! So I wrote this...it got significantly bigger than I expected though...whoops!

Victor woke in a state of bliss. He was tucked deep inside a pile of thick fluffy blankets like a cloud cocoon and he could feel the soft warm skin of Yuri's back pressed against his torso, perfectly aligned, breathing soft and shallow in sleep. He had an arm thrown around the young man's waist, palm pressed against his chest and he could feel Yuri had interlaced their fingers sometime in the night. They had been married a little over a year now. Moving Yuri into his place had been simple and taken less than half a day. He had few personal belongings except for skating supplies and his posters of Victor. Being embarrassed by them Yuri had tried to throw them out but Victor made a pouty face, lip quiver included, and questioned how he could throw away such an important childhood artifact. Victor would never forget the way he'd softly set down the stack of posters on the dresser, mind whirling for a way to get out of it. He'd suddenly charged him and aggressively tossed him backwards onto the bed, practically pouncing after so he was between his legs, hovering so dangerously close to his lips and whispered.

"Why would I cling to childhood dream, when I'm so ready for adult fantasy." their tumble had been fast and passionate. One of Victor's favorite times if he were asked. The tactic had almost worked. The favorite poster of all now hung on the inside of the front closet door where they kept the dog's food and the dvd collection and the rest had been sent on to young new owners with childhood dreams of their own. After the initial unpacking, and a few other similar debates, most of which had Victor as the sexual manipulator, they'd settled into domestication comfortably. The flow of these memories put him in the mood for a morning romp. He grinned and began planting soft sucking kisses on Yuri's neck and crook of his shoulder then began to nibble his ear.

"Nnngh...Nnngh...Noooooo...I'm too comfy to move." Yuri groaned not yet awake and not at all happy being disturbed. Floating on a fluffy warm cloud, not a flaw in the world, until the sex beast showed up on his cloud.

"Noo, there's no such thing as too comfy for sex my dearest piggy." The hand he held at Yuri's chest move to a nipple and began to tease it. He groaned again.

"Can't you sex me without me having to move?" He whined.

"Let's see!" Yuri snorted as Victor extricated himself from their entanglement and suddenly dove headfirst beneath the blankets to check. "Nope, sorry, it just wouldn't work, it has to be done!" Before Yuri had a chance to wonder he was flipped onto his back with a yelp. Victor shuffled to straddle Yuri's body, his shapely buttocks slowly emerging from the blankets far too close to Yuri's face. He shook his tushie at him teasingly, the ever hardening dick far too close for Yuri's comfort. He slapped a cheek hard, leaving a bright red print on the fair flesh, then grabbed Victor's pillow and laid it across his face as a shield. He just wanted to sleep. But Victor had his hot wet lips around him, and he was getting hard, and before he knew it he was panting in time with each oral stroke and even squirming just a touch with pleasure. He pulled away the pillow, surrendering the idea of sleep, and began reciprocating the attention. The room filled with their gasps as they grew riled. A sharp snap of a cap sounded and moments later Yuri felt Victor's slick slender fingers pressing inside of him.

"Nnngh, that's the spot. Keep that up and I won...wait...are you keeping bottles of lube down there?" He suddenly realized Victor never left the foot of the bed since he first tunneled in there. There was a loud slopping pop as he pulled off his balls.

"Maybe." Yuri smacked the lump under the blankets he suspected was Victor's head with the pillow. The punishment done he reached to the nightstand for his own jar of lube. Victor positively quivered with pleasure as Yuri began to stretch him and flick that one spot inside him that made his spine tingle. Beneath the covers Victor stopped his ministrations and was swearing in Russian. He was ready. Yuri stopped, which made his lover whimper, and shuffled himself and the pillows until he was sitting upright, his legs propped comfortably and spread immensely wide. He grabbed Victor by the hips with one hand and backed him up, guiding his cock so the head pressed teasingly against his entrance and rimmed it for a moment. Victor pulled the blankets off himself revealing his blushed, sweaty body, back arched sharply. "Yes, take me!"

Yuri did. He pulled him onto his cock in one swift motion, balls deep, and got him started on the tempo. He sat back and admired the view as Victor thrust himself rigorously, the musk of sex filling the room. At that pace it was not long at all before he had Yuri writhing and gasping on the edge of orgasm. He may have been known for endurance on the ice, but in bed Victor's sex appeal affected him so intensely he always came first and quickly. It worked well for them. Victor would ride him first and then once he came he'd turn around and pound him till he saw stars and got his own finish. He bucked and jerked as he tipped over the edge. After a moment Victor turned, threw Yuri's legs over his shoulder and rode him hard, headboard hitting the wall, until he finished. With a flirty slap to the thigh Victor let him roll to the other side of the bed and stretch a minute. "Mmmm, that was nice! I'll change the bed."

"I think I'll grab a shower. No you can't follow me. Last time you followed me in I didn't get a thing done and Yurio said it was awful early to be letting myself go." He complained log rolling towards the end of the bed.

"Don't let what the other ice wives say bother you. My opinion is all that counts." Victor chuckled with the look of a proud peacock.

"I'll be sure to tell Yurio you called him an ice wife."

"Nooo, don't do that!" Yuri sauntered towards the bathroom.

"Oh and one more thing," he grabbed the blankets and ripped them off the bed and 3 bottles of lube and what must have been almost ten sex toys spilled from the pocket created when they tucked the blankets in under the mattress at the foot of the bed. "You are horrible, there's a drawer for these!"

"This is more convenient." Victor shrugged. Yuri threw his hands up in defeat and disappeared into the bathroom. Soon steam drifted out from under the door. Victor puttered around, putting fresh sheets on the bed, scheduling the day, starting a pot of coffee. Once those were done he tip-toed to the bathroom intent to join Yuri. He went to explode into the bathroom but the locked door held and his head bounced off it. Laughter could be heard from inside and he was left to walk away muttering and actually get dressed.

Their morning went on at an easy pace with breakfast, Yuri complained it wasn't pork cutlets, and they discussed the duet routine they were working on for an upcoming charity fundraiser exhibition skate. They negotiated Yuri would walk the dog both times that day and he could have a pork cutlet bowl for dinner. Then they would re-stock on groceries together. Victor was surprised how much he loved their little domesticity. He loved the thrill of the competitions but more and more he found himself looking forward to the quiet nights home with Yuri. Starting to sound old Victory. Better watch yourself. After breakfast they did dishes then Yuri startled him with a somewhat rough quickie on the kitchen floor then kissed his nose and promised to meet him later at the rink. Victor found himself inspired by the morning's quickie. Neither of them were all that into rough stuff and yet, every now and then, it just showed up, institgated by either of them. It was like they were playing chicken with each other's sex life, daring the other to flinch and settle into a routine. It was the one area of their life as a couple still wild and unpredictable. He couldn't get enough of it.

The ice rink was quiet and isolated this morning. He found it was just himself on the ice and the staff was milling around somewhere but he didn't see them except maybe once or twice. He slipped on his heaphones and disappeared into himself, the ice, he just let it all flow together and nothing else mattered. These first two hours of the morning were his to work on his personal routine for the competitions. Yuri would arrive soon after that and he'd step up to be his coach. Their sessions lasted about three hours and then they would do the rest of their day and usually Yuri would sneak away in the evening and do another three or four hours of skate practice on his own. After a while people filtered in, most choosing to sit and watch him skate before they began. There was one old man, he looked maybe in his 50's that did not wait, but he too seemed to mostly be watching him. Victor found himself watching the man as well. He was just casually skating around the edge but he could tell by the way he moved that in his prime, this man had been a skater of high calibre. He moved effortlessly and yet he moved at more than twice the speed of the weekend skaters just here for fun. He shut off his headphones and walked off the rink. He was ready for a break and a hot cup of coffee. Yuri should be here any time now.

"That was some fine skating out there." the old man invited himself to sit on the bench beside Victor sipping a hot chocolate with far too many marshmallows. It reminded him a bit of Yuri. He always liked too many marshmallows in his hot chocolate.

"MMM, you as well. In my hayday I s'pose I was bout your level. Aaaah those were the days."

"I could tell by the way you move. What are you doing here today?" He did a few leg stretches then sipped more coffee.

"I just felt like being on the ice again. You never lose your love for the ice, even when your career is over."

"MMmmm." Victor stared out at the ice as it filled with ordinary skaters.

"But you are young and don't have to worry about that for a long time." He noticed Victor stare at the ice with a far off almost nostalgic gaze. "Then again perhaps not?"

"Skaters don't compete beyond much older than I am now. Retirement has been considered a few years now." He slurped his coffee and the ring glinted. He loved how they'd catch the light at odd times.

"Uh oh, you've been hitched. The little wifey pressuring you to retire? Nothing ends a competitive skate career faster than a little woman." Victor laughed.

"No no, I was considering retiring before we married even, but Yuri wouldn't have it. Even tried to leave me just so I had no excuse to retire. Uh uh, there's the little wifey now. Bye bye." He jumped up and ran off to greet Yuri with a big steamy kiss. It would be the last anyone would see of their relationship on the rink. They were really good at compartmentalizing things. At least when it was Yuri's turn to practice. When it was Victor's he was a hopeless handsy flirt but when it was time for them to work they could work. And Victor worked him hard.

It was obvious when he was feeling inspired that Yuri could go far in his career, and that their morning romp had ruffled his feathers. They were doing intensive work on his quad jumps today. He was still so inconsistent landing them. Victor said he just needed to stop pressuring himself and they would start to stick consistently. Yuri, of course, didn't believe him, or didn't listen, either could be true, and was attacking each jump like an angry beaver after a tree. He stepped out of another quad flip and in the corner of his eye he could see Victor sigh heavily and shake his head. His heart sank a little. He was disappointing him again. He threw himself into another jump and bombed completely and went rolling before regaining his feet. Victor waved him in again. He sagged in defeat and complied.

"Let's get lunch!"

"Alright."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you're improving every time. You should relax a little." Yuri changed the subject.

"How did your practice go this morning?"

"Ah, very good. I don't think I have the choreography quite right yet though."

"Mmm, not hard enough?"

"The technical points are fine, it just does not feel right yet."

"Hmmm. Perhaps you should come with me tonight and show me the routine?"

"It is a nice thought, but I think you should rest tonight. If you push yourself too hard you will only end up hurt."

"But..."

"Nah ah! Yuri, do not argue. You need your rest." He grabbed Yuri's chin, pulling them closer together, tilting his head until their lips brushed as he spoke. "You're not going to disobey are you Yuri?" Yuri was suddenly hyper aware of how he was pressed against the car and Victor's body was pressed against his. He gulped. This tactic always worked against him.

"O-ok, I'll stay home."

"Very good!" A sharp shove sent him tumbling into the back seat of the car and Victor slammed the door shut nearly taking off a few of his toes. He took a moment to scramble to the front seat and they were off to lunch.

It would be nearly two in the morning before Victor finally came home. His rare evening session on the ice had been glorious. He understood now why Yuri always came late at night. The isolation was intense, surprising, perfect. He hadn't worn headphones. The quiet was so consuming only the sound of his breathing and the blade across the ice could be heard. He'd never reached such a crystal level of concentration as he had alone tonight. He'd stayed far later than he'd meant to and now he'd spent the entire night at the rink. When he finally got to the house Yuri hadn't left a single light on for him. He must have been disappointed. Victor chewed his lip feeling guilty. He shouldn't have forgotten about Yuri tonight. He let himself in, tossing his bag by the door and sighed fumbling for the light. He was surprised to hear Maka in the house somewhere scratching on a door and whimpering. That was strange. Maka was never up this late, always tucked in as the little spoon with Yuri, and certainly never scratched at the doors. He finally flipped on the light and his heart plummeted to the cold tile floor. The furniture was overturned, vases, artwork, and personal belongings thrown and shattered.

"YURI! YURI!" He didn't think, didn't question running through the house unarmed without a plan and not knowing who could be waiting. "YURI ANSWER ME!" He didn't.