Prince in Shining Armor

Yuri knew he shouldn't have come.

As a twenty-four-year-old virgin who'd never really been on a serious date before, much less to someplace this fancy, he should have known this was a joke.

He should probably leave, he knew, but he stayed, ignoring the sympathetic looks he got from both customers and staff.

One of the waitresses eventually came over and asked if he would like to order, but he shook his head no. Instead, he pushed his chair back and stood up, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut as he prepared to leave the restaurant.

"Solnyshko!"

Yuri started at the sudden arm that wrapped around his waist as well as the unexpected, accented, voice.

"I'm terribly sorry for being so late." The unfamiliar man apologized as he led Yuri back to the table.

Yuri stared, still surprised, up at him. Cerulean eyes stared back, silently asking if what he was doing was okay.

"I-It's okay." Yuri stammered in response to both the apology and silent question.

The silver-haired stranger let Yuri sit down back in his seat before sitting down himself in the opposite chair. They ordered their food and a bottle of wine, as per the Russian's request.

"I really am sorry for being this late." The man apologized again as he filled both of their glasses with the wine. "I got somewhat lost while taking Makkachin on a walk, and then I got stuck in traffic on the way here."

"It's no problem," Yuri said, taking his glass once it was full. "How is Makkachin doing, anyway?"

"Very well, actually." He replied, taking a sip from his wine glass. "They recovered from surgery in record time, and should be back to normal in a few days."

"That's good," Yuri said, suddenly unsure of himself. He knew little to nothing about this man, what if he offended him by mistake? Made him hate him before they even knew each other's names?

"Are you okay, Solnyshko?" The Russian asked, reaching across the table and gently resting his hand on top of the fist Yuri had subconsciously made. "What's wrong?"

Solnyshko… that's what he'd first called Yuri, wasn't it? It must have been a nickname. Perhaps Yuri should give the other a nickname too, even if just for the evening.

Yuri shook his head. "Nothing, I'm okay. Just… tired, I suppose."

The silver-haired man nodded slowly, but he didn't seem convinced, as he left his hand on top of Yuri's in an attempt to ease his worries. Yuri ignored the other's concerned gaze in favor of taking a drink of the wine, although he didn't show any sign of wanting to withdraw his hand from underneath the Russian's.

They continued talking, mostly about trivial things, and Ouji-sama, as Yuri had decided to call him, would squeeze his hand reassuringly whenever he felt like Yuri was getting nervous.

Holding hands across the table with someone he hardly knew would have, in any other circumstances, stressed Yuri out more than anything else, but he found comfort in the other's touch. Yuri found he wasn't nearly as anxious as he expected himself to be around this complete stranger. Maybe it was because Ouji-sama had saved him from embarrassment earlier, or maybe it was because of how the wine was making everything a bit fuzzy around the edges.

Eventually, the waitress returned with their food, and they were forced to let go of each other's hands so they could eat.

They ate in relative silence, both of them unsure of what exactly to say. That was until the bill came.

"I'll pay." They said in perfect unison, both reaching for the bill holder. There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at each other, both holding one end of the leather folder.

"It's my turn to pay," Ouji-sama said, easily pulling the holder out of Yuri's grasp. "You paid last time."

"... Okay." Yuri said, recognizing that there was no point in arguing with the other man.

Ouji-sama paid the bill and left a tip, more than was probably necessary, before grabbing ahold of Yuri's hand and leading him outside.

Yuri said nothing, just let himself be led away past the outside dining area until they stopped underneath a tree.

"So tell me, Solnyshko, what really is your name?"

"Yuri," Yuri said, gripping Ouji-sama's hand tighter as he swayed just slightly on his feet. "Yuri Katsuki."

"Victor Nikiforov." He said. "I'm sorry you got stood up, Yuri."

"It's okay…" Yuri murmured. "I was saved by a prince in shining armor."

Victor smiled. "Yuri, are you drunk?"

"Maybe a little," Yuri admitted, even as he lost his balance and stumbled forward.

Victor caught him, letting out a laugh that made Yuri melt against him. "I can't let you drive home like this, you know?"

"Mhmm… didn't drive." Yuri mumbled, suddenly exhausted.

"How did you get here then? Did you walk?"

"No. Took a taxi."

"Okay." Now, if he could just find a nearby taxi at this hour…

"Victooorrr," Yuri whined, drawing out the Russian's name as he turned his head to look up at him.

"Yes, Yuri?"

What Victor had expected was Yuri to ask a question or request something from him, not to press his lips to his in an insistent kiss before promptly passing out in his arms.

A/N:

Once again, I based this off a prompt I found on Tumblr, which I can't seem to re-find.

The second part will be uploaded as soon as I finish it, which shouldn't take me too much longer. For now, I hope you enjoyed the first half :)

Translations: (I used google translate, so I'm not 100% sure if these are correct)

Ouji-sama = Prince

Solnsyko = Little Sun

~Uni