First story here we go. Sorry if the character seem a bit out of character but I literally started this at 1am and finished it at 2am but oh well. Hope you enjoy :)

The night was frozen yet busy. Bright city lights overwhelming that of the stars and moon. Silence was lost beneath the rumbling cars lining the roads. With the moon wavering high above the animated city, it peaked curiously through the curtains of Yuuri and Viktor's hotel room. Viktor laid sprawled on top of his mattress. The doona clinging desperately to his body as his chest rose and fell slowly in slumber. While on the other hand, Yuuri stared mindlessly out the slit of window peaking from beneath the thin curtains. His hands balled his pillow into his fists as the young skater tried to ignore the uncomfortable twisting and turning in his chest. The cool, solid weight of his ring resting on his finger continuously reminded him of what he could lose if he lost the Grand Prix Final. It was that thought that had fired his nerves into overdrive, denying him sleep in the process.

Suddenly the city light seeping into the room felt too bright, making Yuuri closed his eyes tightly. Trying to block out the light, his thoughts and his nerves. When that wasn't enough, he twisted his body and pressed his face against his pillow. The tightness in his chest seeming to creep into his lungs.

In all but a matter of a few minutes tomorrow, Yuuri could gain everything he never realised he wanted or it could all slip from his grasp, never to be caught again. What would Viktor do if he lost? Would he go back to Russia or would he stay? If he didn't win, Yuuri feared that the Viktor he had grown with these past few months, would vanish. That they would once again become little more than strangers to one another. Where Yuuri could only idolize him from a distance and Viktor wouldn't even realise he existed. Never before had Yuuri had such a thing to lose in a competition aside from his skating career and the weight of it bared down heavily on his shoulders.

With his heart racing at what felt like an impossible speed, Yuuri's breath caught in his throat as he tried to calm himself down. The thoughts becoming increasingly overwhelming for the young skater. Never had he felt this nervous before and it sent him into a panic.

"I can't lose," Yuuri muttered in short, shallow breaths to his pillow. "This is my only chance left to prove myself and Viktor. I can't lose for either of us."

Whilst Yuuri gripped at his shirt and pressed his hand hard against his chest, trying to make the panic vanish, he failed to hear the creaking bed beside him as a weight lifted from the mattress. Soft footsteps treading in his direction. A gentle, comforting hand rubbed his back soothingly as the bed dipped slightly to the side with a newfound weight. The loud, towering thoughts in Yuuri's mind seemed to quieten at the sudden contact

"I may not be the best coach out there, but Yuuri, there is not a doubt in my mind that says you won't win," Viktor's tone was gentle and loving. "I've met a great number of skaters in my life so far and yet I have never seen such a passion flair in their eyes like yours do Yuuri, your love for skating is something from a whole other universe."

The instant Yuuri pulled himself away from the pillow at the sound of the comforting words, warm, muscular arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him against Viktor's chest. His mouth fell open and his cheeks turned a heated crimson as Viktor held on to him like he was afraid to let go.

"V-Viktor!" Yuuri exclaimed, shaken.

The Russian skater's warm breath, tickled Yuuri's neck as he laid his head on the young skater's shoulder. Despite his deepening blush, Yuuri felt himself begin to calm down. Grateful to be in Viktor's arms as he then hugged his coach back. The two sat in the same position for a few moments in a comfortable silence before Viktor pulled both of them down so that they were lying beside one another in the one bed. Viktor closed his eyes, dismissing his own blush that went unnoticed in the dark, still embracing the one who reminded him what it was to live and love again.

With his thoughts now diminished and in the warmth of the one he loved most, Yuuri unconsciously snuggled into Viktor. Unwrapping his own arms to press them against the other's muscular chest as exhaustion quickly overtook him.

"Thank you…Viktor," Yuuri's voice faded into little more than a whisper as his breaths became heavy and even.

Not too far from sleep himself, Viktor lifted an arm from around the young skater and ran his fingers tenderly through the others black hair. His soft blue eyes glancing down at Yuuri in a way no one else had ever had the luck to whiteness before. Viktor continued his actions until Yuuri was pulled into a deep sleep where from there he pulled the blanket over the top of them, planted a light kiss on Yuuri's forehead and held the skater close to him as sleep finally washed back over Viktor.

"You won't ever have to worry about losing me Yuuri," Viktor thought to himself. "Because I won't ever let myself lose you."

The pair remained entangled together until morning rose. Where they both woke up to the best view the world had to offer to calm any remaining nerves. The smiling faces of one another.