Hey mina!

I promised I'd post a multi-chapter fic after the season final and here it is! Or at least the first chapter of it! It's a canon continuation and this first part is basically the prelude to what is waiting for Yuuri, Victor and Yurio. I hope I read up everything about the World Championship correctly, but if you find any mistakes in future chapters please feel free to tell me so.

Main pairing is VictorxYuuri, but I'll maybe also include others at a later point in the story. So far I think it will be about 10 chapters long, each of them about 5k long. But I'm usually bad at predicting such things, so don't blame me, if things turn out differently.

Now, have fun with chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuuri! on Ice All characters belong to MAPPA and Mitsurō Kubo

Beyond the Blue Horizon

Chapter 1 A Home at the End of the World

Katsuki Yuuri was nervous… no, scratch that… he was as close to dying as one could get and he didn't for the life him, understand why. It shouldn't bother him to leave his home again, nor to come to a foreign country… he'd done that plenty of times before in his life… but this time, he felt like his stomach was performing a quad flip inside of him… without a perfect landing that is… Yuuri felt sick and giddy… and… God… how hard could it be, to officially move in with Victor?

Four weeks had passed since the Grand Prix Final and Victor's return to Russia. Four weeks, Yuuri had spent with preparations for his own departure. St. Petersburg it was now… well, after living in Detroit for five years, how hard could to be really? Even if Yuuri's knowledge of Russian was limited to very few words like vkusno and davai, which wouldn't help him at all… However, neither the foreign country nor language was what made his heart flutter with excitement and anxiety at same time.

It was the fact that he was going to move in with his coach, fiancé and fellow competitive skater Victor Nikiforov.

For Yuuri, who had never been in a relationship before, this was a major step. Well… to be honest, him and Victor had basically lived together for nine months this past year, but back then it had always felt like a temporary thing. This time, there was no mistaking their living arrangements for anything else, but a couple moving in together. No separate bedrooms or bathrooms. Neither of them a guest of the other one.

They would meet on even ground, just like other couples; a thought that was as alluring as it was terrifying for Yuuri.

Ever since he'd decided to follow Victor to Russia… as his fiancé as much as his trainee… the fear of somehow screwing things up had gnawed at his sanity, almost making him call off the move twice. Had it not been for Yuuko, who'd not only helped him pack his stuff, but also kicked his ass every time he'd gotten close to just staying in Japan, he'd never made it to the airport yesterday.

But here he was, with a little piece of paper in his hand that held Victor's address. The address that from now on would also be Yuuri's. He swallowed hard and took a breath to calm his frantic heart.

Stop making a fuss, stupid… a lot of people move in together… it can't be that hard, he told himself, shaking his head at his own anxiety. Well, he didn't flop his jumps anymore, that much was true, but he still hadn't overcome all his insecurities, yet and tended to overthink everything. His mind, he guessed, had a will of its own sometimes, providing him with the worst of scenarios.

He'd even dreamed that he'd arrive in Russia without Victor being there, for whatever reason. It was stupid, he knew it, but he just couldn't help it. Yuuko had of course assured him that nothing bad would happen and that she and Minako-sensei would soon come to visit Yuuri and Victor.

Running a hand through his slightly longer hair, Yuuri turned right and looked around. Victor had been unable to pick him up at the airport due to his practice today. Well, he had offered to skip it, but Yuuri had insisted that he'd be able to make it to Victor's house on his own, leaving them both with the compromise that Yuuri would transit from the airport to the city himself, but also that Victor would wait for him on the bridge close to the bus station where Yuuri had to get off.

The bridge wasn't hard to find really. It was the first thing he saw as soon as his turned his head, easier to miss though, would have been the brown poodle rounding the corner, had he not barked in excitement at seeing Yuuri.

"Makkachin!", Yuuri exclaimed shortly before being jumped at by fifty-eight pounds of dog, almost knocking him to the ground with an "Oooooghh"-sound. Victor's beloved dog had obviously been quicker to recognize the young Japanese skater than his owner had, and was now jumping happily around Yuuri's legs, demanding to be petted.

And Yuuri sank down to his knees and wrapped his arms around the excited dog, hugging him tightly. It was only now that he realized how much he'd missed Makkachin. The dog felt like a part of Victor and Victor was home to Yuuri. Where ever those two were, would also be Yuuri's heart.

After thoroughly petting the dog's head, Yuuri finally looked up to spot the man they both, in a sense, belonged to.

There, on the middle part of the bridge, he could see two figures standing, one of them with silver hair, hands buried in the pockets of his winter jacket, the other one slightly shorter, his body more delicate and his blond hair sticking out from under the hood he wore to keep the freezing air at bay, leaning against the cold stone with one knee bend – Victor and Yurio.

Heart throbbing with a sudden rush of excitement, Yuuri started to run towards them with Makkachin at his heels, cars and busses driving past him as he came closer and closer. The cold, Russian winter air burned in his lungs, but he didn't even think about slowing down, all he wanted was to finally be with Victor again after weeks of separation.

He was only a few meters away from them, his breath coming in harsh pants and the cold air biting into the skin of his face, when Victor, who'd been talking to Yurio until now, turned and looked at him, his piercing blue eyes bright with the kind of joy Yuuri so much loved to see in them. Victor raised one hand to wave at him and called his name "Yuuri!". And Yuuri on the other hand sped up again, finally closing the gap between them as he almost jumped the last remaining centimetres and fell into Victor's embrace.

Strong arms looped around his shoulders and he felt himself being pressed against a warm, familiar body as he raised his head to look at the taller man. Victor looked just as gorgeous as Yuuri remembered him, with his sculptured face and breath taking blue eyes. The colour of the ocean on a warm summers day, when the sun glistened on shallow water. His ears were red from the cold and his lips looked chapped, but as he dipped down and pressed them against Yuuri's, they felt soft and familiar and… perfect.

"Hey, love birds! Stop that!", Yurio said, sticking his tongue out to express his disgust at the publical display of affections.

Victor chuckled against Yuuri's lips, but nonetheless broke the kiss and let go of his fiancé to give him the chance to greet the younger skater, who was still sulking, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Yurio!", Yuuri exclaimed, turning around and opening his arms to hug him, but catching hold of nothing but thin air as Yurio jumped away from him.

"Hey, katsudon! I'm not your teddy bear", he protested, thin lips formed into a pout.

Now it was Yuuri's time to chuckle as he let his hands sink and tilted his head to the right. "I'm glad you haven't changed, Yurio", he said with a smile. It didn't matter that he'd left Japan again and would be living with Victor from now on. All his fears had been unfounded, because he already knew what he was getting himself into – not only with Victor, but also with Yurio.

He would probably feel a little anxious again soon, but for now Yuuri was just glad to be with his friends again, friends he'd been unable to make for the better part of his life, but had found them now in the probably most unlikely people on the planet.

Yuuko and Phichit had so far been his closest confidents, but he'd never had a problem leaving either of them behind, but the day Victor had gone back to Russia had almost ripped his heart from his chest and no matter how often they'd skyped during the past weeks, Yuuri had missed his fiancé more than he'd ever missed anyone before in his life. And Yurio… well… in some case he'd saved Yuuri from himself, not only by challenging him for Victor, but also by surpassing him by hairsbreadth in the Grand Prix Final and keeping him from retirement.

"What the hell are you talking about?", Yurio asked, his eyebrows raised and his right foot tapping on the ground impatiently.

"Doesn't matter. Just forget I said anything", Yuuri replied, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yuuri", Victor said, prolonging the 'u' in his name as he slumped forwards, half falling onto him, wrapping his arms around Yuuri's waist and resting his chin on his shoulders. "Welcome to Russia", he whispered, his lips a little too close to Yuuri's ears for comfort – on a public street at least.

Blushing a little, Yuuri turned in Victor's arms to talk properly to him, only to have his lips captured by a warm mouth again, effectively wiping every coherent thought from his mind.

"God… you two are awful… I'll get going. See you at practice tomorrow", Yurio said, rolling his eyes at the kissing couple and turning to leave, but looking back at them over his shoulder. "Oh and katsudon, don't you dare think you'll be spared tomorrow just because you only arrived today".

Victor laughed as he broke the kiss, his arms still looped around Yuuri's body. "He's glad you're here", he said, his voice rich with amusement and his eye sparkling with mischief.

Yuuri turned his head to watch the delicate figure disappear around a corner at the end of the bridge and smiled. "He's motivated for the European Championship I guess?", he asked, bringing a few inches between himself and Victor to better look at him.

"He would be more motivated if either you or Otabek were in the competition as well, but winning the Grand Prix gave him another huge boost in popularity and he wants to meet everyone's expectations", Victor explained with a strange half smile.

Yuuri just nodded, unable to speak for a moment. He remembered all too well how popular he'd been after everyone had found out about him making it to the Grand Prix Final for the first time. But he also remembered how miserably he'd failed at meeting any kind of expectation.

Yurio on the other hand, didn't have Yuuri's issues. He'd been confident to win from the very beginning, even at a point where Yuuri had not even been sure if he'd make it to the Grand Prix Series, much less to win the damn thing.

He's so young and yet so… determined, Yuuri thought. It was hard to imagine himself at the age of fifteen, when he'd still tried to copy everything Victor was doing. Yurio had already found his very own style and he would make it far in the skating world, probably becoming even better than Victor himself one day.

"Are you looking forward to meeting him in competition?", Yuuri asked. Of course they'd talked about skating a lot whenever they'd been on skype with each other, but so far their most discussed topic had been Victor's short program which he'd already finished two weeks ago.

"Not as much as I'm looking forward to meeting you", Victor replied with a smirk, earning himself a half-hearted slap against his upper arm from Yuuri who rolled his eyes at him.

"That's not a nice thing to say, Victor", he scolded, but his voice was warm and full of affection. He'd even missed Victor's sometimes playfully rude statements during their time apart and now remembered how embarrassed he'd been after his first encounter with this side of his idol. Being asked why he'd eaten katsudon if he hadn't won anything lately had certainly not been very nice…

"Yuuri, it's cold. Let's get you inside", Victor suddenly said, his hands closing around Yuuri's to warm them. Having entered the plane in the much warmer climate of Japan, it hadn't occurred to Yuuri to wear gloves and by now his fingers had turned red and stiff from the temperature.

"Yeah… it's freezing out here", Yuuri agreed, blushing a little as Victor brought his hands to his lips and kissed them tenderly, taking a little longer than necessary to slide them over the cold metal of the golden good -luck-charm-slash-engagement-ring Yuuri was wearing, his piercing blue eyes never once breaking contact with Yuuri's gaze, sending his heart into a frenzy.

How was he supposed to survive living with Victor when even the slightest of gestures made him come undone in his presence?

Victor smiled again, holding Yuuri's hands in his own, as he led him through the streets of the city, stopping every now and then to explain something to him that he deemed worthy knowing. It was Yuuri's first time in St. Petersburg and he was glad to be shown around a little before they just disappeared in Victor's apartment. If Yuuri was to live here from now on, he'd better know his way around.

To be honest, St. Petersburg was quite the opposite of Hasetsu. It had a lot of history and buildings from all kinds of centuries, being a remarkable witness of how time progressed and changed a nation. In contrast to Detroit which had basically been an industrial city with a lot of modern architecture. Here, in his new hometown, past and present seemed to come together. And maybe that was also true for Yuuri's own past and present.

They'd walked for quite some time, making detours on their way to give Victor the chance to show Yuuri everything he wanted to, before they finally rounded a corner and entered a street in downtown St. Petersburg, lined by houses built during the Russian Empire when the czar had still ruled the country.

"They are all renovated and modernized", Victor explained, pointing towards the large windows at the top floor of a building just a few feet away from them. "And that's where we're gonna live", he added, his eyes gleaming with delight. It didn't need any words for Yuuri to realize just how happy Victor was at them moving in together.

"Wow… that's…", Yuuri started, suddenly feeling sheepish. The neighbourhood looked like something he'd so far only seen on TV and known he'd never be able to afford living here. He turned his head, feeling the blush tint his cheeks and fidgeted.

"Yuuri, what's wrong?", Victor asked, sensing his boyfriend's change of mood and furrowing his brows. Sometimes it really was too easy to throw him off the track.

"I… I'm not as successful as you… I… it's way too expensive for me to live here", Yuuri whispered, his eyes still glued to the windows Victor had pointed at and his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Victor heaved a sigh and seized Yuuri's shoulders, turning him around to tear his gaze away from the building and meet his eyes. "Listen, Yuuri. I wanted you to come here and live with me. Don't give me that 'I don't deserve it' stuff, because it's not true, understood?", he said, his voice harsher than intended, but Victor had been concerned about exactly this reaction the whole day.

Yuuri just swallowed and nodded. Victor was right, wasn't he? It had been his wish for them to live together and Yuuri hadn't hesitated for even a second to agree to this. He wanted to be with his fiancé and he needed to make sure that his anxiety problems wouldn't get in the way of them being happy.

"Y… yeah… It's just all… a bit overwhelming, I guess", he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and Victor sighed again, but smiled warmly and shook his head, the bits of annoyance in his eyes being replaced by a strange kind of amusement.

"Let's go upstairs. Your stuff arrived yesterday already, but I didn't want to open anything without you around", Victor said, lacing his fingers with Yuuri's and pulling him towards the entrance.

Thanks to Minako-sensei, Yuuri had been smart enough to ship his belongings to Russia rather than take everything he could on the plane and leave the rest behind. It hadn't been the cheapest option to be honest, but even his parents had agreed on contributing to his expenses. Apparently, his mum was very fond of her son moving in with 'Vicchan', who'd already been accepted into their family.

Yuuri nodded and followed Victor into the historic building that looked nothing like it probably once had on the inside. They were greeted by a modern interior, and Victor walked over to the elevator, as he lived in the penthouse.

"It's very… beautiful… in here", Yuuri said, turning his head, as they waited for the elevator, to get a better look at the paintings lining the walls and the dark marble floor that was probably worth more than his entire house back in Hasetsu.

Victor furrowed his brows and followed Yuuri's gaze with his eyes. He'd never really thought about the place he lived in. After all, it had been Yakov who'd chosen the apartment for him some years ago and Victor had just accepted his coach's decision because it was close to the ice rink and yet in a good neighbourhood.

"I'm glad you like it", he said, feeling a little guilty that he'd never appreciated how much afford someone must have put into the design. He smiled a little. Again and again, Yuuri managed to amaze Victor with the things he said and considered. Somehow this easily flustered Japanese boy seemed to pay attention to things, Victor himself tended to overlook and by pointing them out to him, Yuuri made Victor's life more colourful and bright.

"I really can't wait to see your place", Yuuri suddenly said, turning his head and grinning at Victor happily.

"Well, let's get you up there then", Victor said, the elevator door opening before them and they stepped into the narrow cabin, Makkachin following them eagerly.

Victor took his keys out again and inserted one of them into the keyhole right next to the topmost button, turning it before he finally pressed the button and looked back at Yuuri, who'd been watching him intently. "The elevator is also the entrance to the penthouse. You can only press that button if you use a key", he explained, with a smile.

"And… what about visitors?", Yuuri asked, tilting his head a little, while the elevator started moving upwards.

"I can authorize the usage with a panel in the apartment. But strangers won't make to up there, if I don't want them to", Victor said, now fully turning towards Yuuri to stand in front of him. Safety had been one of the most important issues when Victor had bought the apartment. He had a lot of fans and not all of them showed respect when it came to his private life.

"That's good to know", Yuuri replied, smiling, as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator to reach its destination, when Makkachin suddenly decided that it was a good idea to jump up Victor's legs, sending him crashing forward.

Gasping at the sudden shove, Victor braced his hands against the wall on either side of Yuuri's face, to prevent himself from falling, closing his eyes for a moment as he caught his breath. "What the-", he began, stopping abruptly when he realized just how close he was to Yuuri now.

Brown eyes wide and cheeks slightly red, Yuuri gazed up at Victor. He was practically trapped between the wall and his body, their chests almost touching every time Yuuri took a breath. Suddenly, one of the hands beside his head disappeared and next thing he heard was a short 'beep', indicating that a button had been pressed. Only a heartbeat later, the elevator stopped.

Victor had pressed the emergency stop.

"W… What are you doing?", Yuuri asked, his voice a little rougher than usual. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy being close to Victor, on the contrary, he'd been looking forward to spending time with him alone all day, but not in an elevator somewhere - he glanced at the screen above the buttons - between level 4 and 5.

"Just stealing a little time for the two of us", Victor whispered, leaning closer to Yuuri again, their lips now so close they slightly brushed while Victor spoke. The feeling sent shivers down Yuuri's spine and Victor smirked in satisfaction. He loved teasing his boyfriend. However, he had to admit that he wasn't opposed to someday use this elevator for far more than just riding up to his apartment. But today, he knew, was not that day.

A fact that still wouldn't keep him from having some fun with a flustered Yuuri, who kept blinking at him in disbelieve.

"V… Victor…", he began, bringing his hand up to press it against Victor's collarbone half-heartedly. He really wasn't the person for sex in public places, but he also couldn't deny his boyfriend anything.
He's going to be the death of me, Yuuri thought, closing his eyes.

"You're too cute", Victor suddenly said, his voice warm and affectionate. He would never push Yuuri into something he didn't feel comfortable with and they still had a long way to go in their relationship even if they already knew that they just couldn't stand being apart. The last weeks had shown that very clearly.

Smiling at his flustered boyfriend, Victor leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet, loving kiss, his hands cupping Yuuri's cold cheeks and his thumbs lightly running over smooth skin. Yuuri's hand changed from pressing against Victor's collarbone to fisting his jacket to bring him closer, the action drawing a low chuckle from Victor that was swallowed by their joined lips.

The kiss was slow and almost chaste, as they moved against each other, relishing in the fact that they were no longer separated by thousands of miles, but able to touch, feel and hold one another again. It didn't matter that Yuuri still feared he'd somehow screw up or that they'd both be working hard in the weeks to come if they wanted to qualify for the World Championship. Yuuri had failed miserably at everything that came after the Grand Prix Final last season and Victor had been out of competitive skating for almost ten months.

Yurio was far more likely to take the gold home again.

"I'm glad you're here", Victor whispered, their kiss broken but their lips still so close they could feel each other's breaths fan over them.

"Me, too", Yuuri admitted, blushing again and looking absolutely adorable to Victor. A little like he'd done that day in Barcelona when they'd exchanged their rings. And never once had Victor taken that token of love off since.

He let his hand wander through Yuuri's hair, while holding his chin with the other one. "You're letting your hair grow out", he said, the strands slipping through his fingers, soft like little feathers.

"Ah… yeah… I should probably go see a barber soon. Mother also told me already", Yuuri replied, laughing shyly. He could of course have had his hair cut back in Hasetsu, but somehow he'd felt like letting it grow until he was finally back with Victor. It didn't make sense, Yuuri knew that, but love seldom did, so why bother?

"No, no, don't. I like it this way. It suits you", Victor said, bringing one of the longer strands to his mouth and sliding it along his lips with his eyes closed. Somehow the gesture felt far more intimate than the kiss they'd just shared and Yuuri trembled at the sight.

They were so fucking close. Not only physically but also emotionally and there was nowhere to run for Yuuri in the narrow elevator. Not that he wanted to, but sometimes it was just very reassuring to know that the possibility was available.

"Thank you", he breathed, Victor's hair slightly tickling his skin were it touched Yuuri's forehead, but he didn't move. Victor's scent and warmth were slowly seeping into Yuuri's very being, the room feeling far warmer than it probably was and he didn't want to destroy their moment by fidgeting.

Victor just smiled, his thump gently running over Yuuri's bottom lip reminding him of the day when he'd tried to bring out Yuuri's Eros. That felt like a lifetime ago. "You'll always be beautiful to me", he said, his voice softer than usual and his eyes holding a strange glimmer that Yuuri just couldn't identify for what it was, but it made his breath hitch.

Would there ever be a day when he wasn't completely enthralled by Victor?

Yuuri opened his mouth to say something back, his mind not yet having come up with a good reply, when Makkachin barked softly next to them, obviously done with his two daddies flirting in a narrow elevator. Victor laughed and turned to his dog, petting his head before he finally pushed the emergency stop again and the elevator restarted its way towards the penthouse.

Feeling slightly relieved, Yuuri let his breath out and watched as the numbers on the screen changed from 5 to 6, followed by a 'bling'-sound that announced their arrival in Victor's apartment. The doors slid open and Yuuri pushed off the wall he'd still been leaning on.

Makkachin obviously couldn't be happier to finally escape the narrow cabin and rushed past Victor's legs into the room, disappearing out of sight probably in search of food. Victor however, turned to Yuuri and reached out his hand for him to take to. There was a short moment of silence in which Yuuri's gaze travelled from Victor's hand to his eyes and back, before he laced his fingers through Victor's and let himself be pulled into the penthouse they'd soon share.

The apartment he walked into was nothing short of what he'd expected it to be. There was no hallway or anything, but a spacious room that served as both living room and kitchen, with high ceilings and large windows. The very same Yuuri had seen from down on the street. The furniture was modern and free of anything unnecessary like ornaments or adornments, yet expensive and tasteful.

"Do you like it?", Victor asked, standing right behind Yuuri's back and placing his hands on Yuuri's shoulders, the long fingers playfully running along the straps of the backpack Yuuri carried.

Yuuri half turned to look over his shoulder and meet Victor's eyes while eagerly nodding. "Of course I do. I mean, it's different from my place but…", he said, looking back at what was his home from now on, too. "… it reminds me of you, so… ". He trailed off, unsure of what else to say and hoping that his message had gotten through.

"So… you only like it because I live here?", Victor asked, obviously not grasping what Yuuri had been trying to convey.

"No, no, no, no, no", Yuuri said, turning around with his eyes wide and waving his hands in front of him. "That's not what I meant! I wanted to say that the style reminds me of you. Elegant, lean, a bit indifferent… And I… I like you very much so… it feels… quite nice to-". His words were cut short by Victor's lips yet again, but this time Yuuri just melted into his embrace, happy that he'd now understood what Yuuri wanted to tell him and he sighed in content when strong arms held him close and soft lips danced over his, leaving them red and kiss bruised as they broke apart.

"Welcome home, Yuuri", Victor said, leaning his forehead against Yuuri's and smiling at him. And Yuuri smiled right back at him, the butterflies in his stomach performing a wild dance that made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Thank you, for having me", Yuuri said, closing his eyes for a second to savour their moment of peace.

"I made room for your stuff everywhere, but it seems you didn't bring very much", Victor tilted his head, questioningly looking at his boyfriend. When he'd gone to Japan last year he'd brought half of his interior, but so far only a few boxes had arrived from Hasetsu and Victor wondered if Yuuri was holding back for some reason.

"I… I…", Yuuri stammered, suddenly feeling a lot more embarrassed than before and his cheeks were probably turning bright red. "I just… don't own that much, okay?", he said, his voice louder than intended, adding to his flustered state.

Victor blinked at him a few times. Well, he had to admit that Yuuri's room at his parent's house had been small, but somehow he'd expected the man to have some boxes from Detroit still piled up somewhere. "So… you brought everything?", Victor asked a little dump-footed.

Yuuri rubbed the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I left some junk back with my parents, but I brought everything I value with me, yes".

"You are impossible", Victor replied laughing a little. "Okay, let's get you out of you jacket and then I'll show you around. And we'll go shopping on the weekend. I won't take 'no' for an answer. You need a larger wardrobe if you want to be my fiancé".

"Victor, why would I need a larger wardrobe?", Yuuri asked a little annoyed as he put his backpack on the ground and slipped out of his winter jacket.

"You need to be presentable, of course. You're going to be my husband and you have to accompany me at formal occasions. I can't have you wear that awful suit and tie I saw you in at the press conference last year", Victor explained innocently, as if that of course was the most reasonable cause for having expensive clothes, to look presentable next to figure skating legend Victor Nikiforov.

Yuuri just rolled his eyes and huffed. "If you insist", he said, putting his shoes on the shoe rack next to the door-slash-elevator. Russia or not, he wouldn't enter Victor's apartment with shoes on his feet.

"I'm happy you agree with me", said Victor, smiling happily. "Now, let me show you around before we start cooking. I'm starving, but I can't be a bad boyfriend and not give you a proper tour".

Chuckling lightly, Yuuri followed Victor through the living room towards a door to the left of the kitchen. Living with him was surely a challenge, but considering how very much in love Yuuri was with Victor, he didn't have any concerns that he'd be fine. They'd done it before and they could do it again.

Now he only needed to survive their shopping trip on the weekend.

Chapter 1 End

To be continued…

That's it. The first chapter is done and as I said, it's just the prelude. Yuuri arrived in Russia and now it's time for him and Victor to get ready for their Championships. Next part will feature more characters as we'll see them at practice and probably a first smut scene, but I'll add a warning, so if smut isn't your cup of tea, you can just skip that scene. Otherwise, stay tuned for more! And tell me what you think guys! I'm always happy to include your wishes into stories