I do have more written than this but it didn't flow very well so I'm going to upload it in another chapter.

Yuri stared at the TV, almost totally zoned out. He was watching someone skate but he'd lost track of the line up who knew how long ago. He should really go to sleep but he couldn't bring himself to move.

The pitch black of his surroundings and the thought of his cold empty bed was so unappealing, the warm glow of the TV was so comfortable, the blanket wrapped around him so soft, why would he want to move?

There was 2 hours till sunrise, 20 hours till Viktor would return.

Yuri didn't want to sleep till he was back, sleeping on his own reminded him too much of the old days. He probably wouldn't make it another 20 hours though.

He could feel his eyes beginning to flutter closed. He repositioned himself to slouch comfortably, faintly he could feel Makkachin snuggling closer to him, it felt so disjointed, he was falling asleep.

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"Hey sleepy head." The words broke through his coma like sleep, the feel of a hand on his shoulder pulling him back into his body.

It must be his mother wanting him to move to his bed, she always woke early.

"'k," he slurred, his eyes barely opening, lifting himself to his feet far faster than he meant to and almost falling over.

He stood for a moment as his mind processed what the voice had said, the soft chuckle that he'd heard as he stumbled.

That wasn't his mother.

"Viktor?!" he said in shock, turning with wide eyes to take in the sight, in case it was his mind tricking him or his dream had somehow leaked into reality.

"Hello Yuri," Viktor said cheerfully, pulling him into a tight hug, "You missed me huh?"

Yuri quickly hugged back, scrabbling to get a tight grip, "Yes, I mean, of course I did!"

Viktor pulled out of the hug slightly and cupped Yuri's face, "You should really try and sleep in the bed when I'm not here, I know you don't like it but you're killing yourself."

Yuri glanced away, biting his lip softly; it wasn't the first time Viktor had told him that… "...What about you? Why are you home so early? Did you get to sleep on the plane?"

"Oh not at all," Viktor said with a gleeful smile, "I wanted to be with you for my birthday so I took an earlier flight." He pulled him into another hug, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

They sank to the sofa, still hugging, at some point they changed position so they were facing the TV, but Yuri was too tired to tell when it had happened.

Yuri let his eyes flick to the clock, his stomach turning as he realised he'd only been asleep for about 20 minutes. He should really go to sleep but he didn't want to bring it up, he didn't like anything ruining their moments.

"You look so tired," Viktor said, Yuri now realising the man had barely glanced at the TV and was instead staring at him. "We should go to bed, I'm tired too." He smiled softly, giving Yuri a loving squeeze, "And then we can celebrate my birthday!"

Yuri looked over at the clock again before nodding, the lack of sleep really was taking its toll on him.

As they walked to the bedroom it seemed as if Viktor was holding him up. Yuri felt his stomach twitch, he'd wanted a nice reunion tomorrow, him waiting at the gate with flowers and a gift, it would have been lovely. What did he get instead? Yuri half asleep and requiring assistance to bed. Viktor's first night back was meant to be nice and romantic, not like this.

The thoughts swirled in his head, how lovely Viktors said return could have been. Why did he have to come back early?

It wasn't until his vision blurred that he realised he was welling up. He lifted his hand to wipe away the threatening tears, Viktor of course noticed the action.

"You need to go to sleep Yuri," he said sternly, leading him to the bed and guiding him down.

"You should have told me you were coming back early, I wanted to meet you at the airport."

Wordlessly Viktor got in the bed next to him, holding him close.

"Viktor," Yuri whined uselessly, fighting the strong urge to sleep, wanting to let his annoyance known.

"I love you Yuri," Viktor cooed, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

Whatever was bothering him would have to wait, Yuri barely made sense when he was this tired and he was so quick to cry.

Within moments Yuri was asleep. He probably hadn't slept since Viktor left 3 days ago.

Viktor hadn't either, probably more than Yuri had, but compared to normal it was nothing.

The bedroom was dark and the bed was warm, the love of his life snuggled up to him… Why wasn't he asleep already?

It had been almost 20 minutes. He must be more jetlagged he'd than he thought.

Slowly, now he was sure Yuri was asleep, he rolled out of bed.

The sun was starting to rise, the sky the same colour as the ring on his finger, utterly gorgeous. He ran his hand down Yuri's side, taking in the sight of him and admiring him for a moment before making his way out of the room.

If he couldn't sleep he may as well unpack, he'd impulsively bought several presents for Yuri and Makkachin, as well as an expensive box of chocolates for Yuri's mother. She'd done so much for him it was the least he could do. Putting him up for so long and allowing him to court her son.

He knelt down beside his suitcase and began slowly searched through for the gift wrapped items. He smiled at Makkachin as the dog roused and walked over, nudging his arm.

"Happy birthday boy, I got you some treats." He pulled out a small blue bag filled with small sausage like sticks. "They're made of real pig guts… so they probably smell like ass," he leant over to put them on the coffee table, "Maybe I'll give you them later."

He returned to his suitcase and pulled out a total of 6 small boxes, each wrapped in yellow paper with orange bows stuck on them. The largest was for Yuri's mother, he placed it on the coffee table on its own, the 4 for Yuri he piled together on the opposite side, and 1 other, a tug toy for Makkachin which he put on top of the treats.

Yuri was going to love his presents, he knew it. He couldn't wait for him to open them. He wanted him to wake up now so they could open them together. Viktor could open the birthday presents Yuri had no doubt bought for him and Yuri could open these.

He'd never be able to sleep now, he was far too restless, too excited.

It had been a little under an hour, Yuri needed more sleep, but Viktor was so impatient. He walked to the bedroom and stood by the doorframe, looking down at Yuri and wishing he would suddenly wake up.

He returned to the livingroom and lay on the sofa, Makkachin jumping up and laying on his feet. He picked up the remote and rewound the recording Yuri had been watching, watching intently at first with the hopes it would tire his eyes, unaware how much longer it'd be before sleep took him.

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Yuri woke to see Viktor's face inches from his, he hugged him tight and let out a soft sleepy moan. He could barely remember Viktor coming home but waking up and seeing him was like a dream come true.

"Good morning Yuri," Viktor said, slurring through sleep.

"Happy birthday Viktor," Yuri said in return, giving him a kiss as his first birthday present of the day.

"And Makkachin," Viktor added, "Does he get a kiss too?"

Yuri smiled softly, "That would only be fair."

"Oh, and merry Christmas too."

Yuri raised an eyebrow, concern coming to his face, "I thought you said you don't do christmas"

Viktor shrugged, "Well no, but you seemed so disappointed… So I got you something."

Yuri raised himself to sit up, a smile on his face, his heart tugging in the way it always did when Viktor showed he cared, even after all this time. "Viktor you didn't have to."

"But you wanted me to."

"I never-"

"I can tell…" Viktor sat up, his eyes fixed on Yuri, "Do you want to go open them?"

Yuri gave a sharp nod and let out a noise of agreement. Quickly he pulled himself from the bed, "You go and I'll get your presents." Viktor nodded, following Yuri out of the bed. They kissed at the door and separated, and Yuri turned to his closet.

Behind the door was a small stack of presents, 4 or 5 of which he was comfortable giving Viktor in front of his parents. The rest he'd give Viktor that night. Things like underwear he felt too uncomfortable giving infront of people; he'd picked them out, they were for him and Viktor only.

Although knowing Viktor people would end up seeing them eventually, but those people didn't need to know Yuri had picked them.

He stacked the brown paper presents, holding them shakily, and began on his way to the livingroom.

As he walked he realised he could smell food, that meant his parents were up, for some reason that unnerved him a little, though he didn't know why, it had to be past 9, why wouldn't they be up?

Truth be told part of him wished it could just be the two of them.

"Hi," he called as he located everyone, he looked over his family, sat round the table, plates of food infront of them and one to the left of Viktor for him.

"I thought we'd eat before Viktor opened his presents," his mother said cheerily.

"How did you-" Yuri started, looking to his mum as he took his seat, placing the presents on the table next to him.

"I almost tripped over him this morning," his mother said.

"He was asleep on the floor," his father added.

Yuri frowned, "What? Viktor..?"

Viktor waved his hand dismissively, "Eat your food Yuri, I want you to open your presents."

Yuri glanced at Viktor's plate as he began to eat, he was practically finished despite having been in here only a few minutes. He must really want those presents…

"I'm not that hungry…" Yuri said softly, "I feel a little sick, it's better if I wait."

His mother chuckled softly, "Ok, I can tell you're impatient. You two go and open your presents, we'll be in in a bit."

Yuri smiled and nodded, "Thank you." He'd barely gotten out of his seat before Viktor began tugging at his hand, leading him towards the livingroom, gifts in hand.

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