"Did I tell you that Otabek and I are changing our song for the duet?" Yuri prodded, glancing at Victor and Yuuri, who had his head nestled onto Victor's shoulder.

"This late? To what?" Victor asked.

Wordlessly, Yuuri's lips twisted upwards as he hit play on his phone.

"Glitter on the mattress

Glitter on the highway

Glitter on the front porch

Glitter on the highway

The love shack is a little old place

where we can get together."

"Ah," Was all Victor said.

Yuuri's eyes only widened comically as his expression was painted a magnificent rose color.

Yuri silenced the music and slipped the tiger cased phone back into his pocket. "Perhaps we are not truly changing it. Welcome to the Madness is still entertaining and we have not completely perfected it yet. But what would you think about that piece for another performance?"

"Is there stripping in this one, too?" Yuuri mumbled, nestling into Victor's shoulder further as if to save himself from his own embarrassment. Yuri's grin only sharpened.

"That song certainly would be a surprise," Victor conceded.

"I thought you would agree with me."

Victor merely nodded in response, went about rousing Yuuri with a kiss on the head. Yuri went about imitating to gag. "Come, let us go inside," Victor instructed, and both other men followed after him, out of the bus, now full from dinner, and returning inside Omsk Arena, and out of the Russian chill.

The Grand Prix had been four months ago, and while the skaters all had begun to set their sights on the next challenges of their careers, when they heard that Omsk was having a charity showcase, how were two gold medalists and a fan-favorite silver medalist to refuse the offer of attending? The showcase was flooded with publicity when the trio went public on their attendance, only further rocketing the once small-scale event into the worldwide spot light. Christopher, Otabek, Georgi, as well as Phichit would all also be in attendance, and Yuuri could not wait to show off his newest free routine. He and Otabek would also be doing Welcome to the Madness, as well as Victor and Yuuri performing Stay Close To Me. they were also saving their free routines for the first official competition, and although Yuri had debated for some time on doing this, he secretly still wished to up Katsudon-he always would-and so he resolved to be prepared. Besides, it was for a good cause when seventy five percent of ticket sales going back to youth charities.

"Are there any love shack visits I should be concerned about?" Victor asked, his expression contorting into something smug. Yuri flipped up his hood despite the fact that they had just entered the arena, so as to better hide the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

He let out a crass snort. "Please, I do not know what you are talking about. The song is merely upbeat and, as you said, surprising. Nothing more."

"Whatever you say-"

Any more conversation was soon hopelessly drowned out by the sound of screeching Yuri's Angels, causing Yuri to slump into his jacket even more at the sight of perhaps twenty adolescent girls scrambling over one another to snap pictures with him.

"Do not go visiting any shacks," Victor said in farewell, his hand slipping down Yuuri's arm to intertwine his fingers with the Japanese skater's own. They both still wore their rings.

"It was a joke, it was a joke! I was trying to make a joke, old man, shut up!" Yuri hissed.

Both Victor and Yuuri dissolved into a fit of chuckles as they left the barely sixteen year old to deal with his fans, and the millions of pictures which came with it. After perhaps half an hour, and having to turn away a particularly rowdy group of three who were getting a little too touchy and physically followed him into the locker-room, Yuri clawed his way to freedom. He ushered them out, and offered a stiff nod of acknowledgement to Georgi who was lacing up his skates, which he returned Since Yuri won gold at the grand prix and Victor announced his return, the competition between the Russian skaters had only increased exponentially. Yuri then checked that the door to the locker room was officially bolted behind him so that no more Yuri's Angels could come barging in, and then he noticed that neither Victor nor Yuri were anywhere in sight, and he assumed they had gone to practice some on the ice. He had half a mind to not follow them after, knowing he had a one in two chance of walking in on them sucking face.

The showcase would begin tomorrow, and while Yakov told Yuri over and over that, especially at his age, he should not push himself too far, he was tempted to go out to the ice. In the end, however, he convinced himself otherwise. He had been practicing this morning, and was content to stretch for another twenty minutes before retiring for the evening.

Tentatively, he poked his head out of the locker room and saw that, while there were a few Yuri's Angels in sight, the mob of before had vanished. He slipped out silently when he spotted a chance, in search of his grandfather so they could return to the hotel, forgetting to lock the door behind him. He did not get very far, however, as instead when he rounded a corner, the back of Otabek-broad shoulders and leather jacket and tousled black hair easily recognizable as far as Yuri was concerned, came into view.

"Otabek," Yuri hollered in greeting. The man turned around and offered the faintest of smiles, his lips barely even twitching upwards at all. "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"Probably. Want a ride?"

"Always," bubbled up before Yuri could stop it. But this was a motorcycle they were discussing of course he could not say no.

Wordlessly, Otabek's grin widened faintly.

"I just have to tell dedushka that I am leaving," Yuri added.

"Want me to come?" Otabek asked.

Yuri's shoulders lifted into a shrug, "Do you want to? Or are you still scared of him?"

"You are being ridiculous."

Yuri's eyebrows neared his hairline in response as he made his way into the rink, Otabek following close behind, only to see-sure enough-Yuuri and Victor swapping spit on a bench, both evidently tired out, but not too much, from practice.

"Gah-get a room!" Yuri shot, brushing past them as quick as he could.

"We have one, it is just more convenient here," Victor chimed.

"Grandfather," Yuri said in greeting, moving to tightly hug the older man as he did so. Vaguely he noticed Otabek must have stayed near Victor and Yuuri. "I am going to head back to the hotel with my friend."

The man's eyes narrowed, "Friend, eh? The one in the leather? He looks suspicious, Yurochka."

"I promise he in fine. He is a figure skater, too, surely you have seen him compete-"

"Of course I have, Yurochka. I just do not trust that bike of his he always is on."

"Dedushka," Yuri pleads gently.

His grandfather let out a huff. "Fine. Go have fun, be safe, but I trust you will be back by nine."

"Of course, I love you," Yuri said with a beaming grin, hugging the man fiercely once more. He dashed back over to Otabek, Victor, and Yuuri, giving Otabek's sleeve a slight tug as he turned back to his grandfather once more after Otabek handed him a helmet in a very blatant fashion. "See you tonight!"

A/N: For the purpose of this story I will address Yuuri Katsuki as "Yuuri" and Yuri Plisetsky as "Yuri" to hopefully clear up some confusion.

Also please go easy on me my figure skating knowledge is minimal at best, I have been told I skate like a hockey player, and have fallen so badly that my bottom tooth went into my upper lip (need I say I am not the most graceful?) so take my skating jargon with a grain of salt. Also according to google Dedushka could be used to say grandfather in Russian, but I do not speak a single lick of Russian, so if this is wrong I apologize.

Double also the song quoted at the beginning in italics is "Love Shack" by the B-52s.

Thank you all for reading, hope you enjoyed it so far!