Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri on Ice

AN: Hey guys I've wanted to do a Yuri on Ice Oneshot for a while and decided to do a fluffy Christmas special. I would appreciate any reviews and criticism is very welcomed.

I hope you enjoy it and that it satisfies your Victuuri hunger :)

Yuuri lay in his bed in the dark. He was back in his little room in Hasetsu, where seagulls flew above the salty sea and the waves sloshed against the coast. It was the place he had grown up, the place he had always been. Yet everything was different. He had won silver at the Grand Prix Final in Barcelona and he still couldn't believe it. Not only that but he had also beaten Viktor's high score. His heart began to beat rapidly and his cheeks grew red in the dark. When he had lost in Grand Prix before, he never imagined he would be where he was now.

Yet, he wasn't satisfied. He always thought that if he reached the podium, that would be enough...but now he felt restless. He was proud of how far he had come but his silver medal was no gold medal. Ever since Viktor had left Russian soil to become his coach, a fire in Yuuri's heart had been lit. He couldn't retire now, not now that Yurio had challenged him with his winning performance. He wanted to continue to surprise Viktor and the thought that Viktor would be returning to the ice made Yuuri's heart skip with joy. There was nothing more Yuuri wanted than to skate on the same ice as Viktor.

He sat up against the headboard of the bed. Rays of dull light shone through the cracks in the curtain and lit up a sliver of the room. Yuuri looked at the matching ring he had bought to go with Viktor's. Although he had only bought them as a good luck charm, people had gotten the wrong idea. He remembered Phichit congratulating them on his marriage and Viktor claiming they would marry if Yuuri won gold. That was a nice thought. He blushed and sighed. There was no way Viktor was serious. Even though they had grown closer over the last year, the idea of marriage was absurd.

Playing around with the ring, the memory of Viktor kissing him at the Grand Prix Series Opening in China flashed through his mind. He felt butterflies in his stomach. Even though it had been quite a few months since then, they had never really talked about it. It had caused Yuuri many sleepless nights but since Viktor had never bought it up, Yuuri didn't really have the courage to talk to Viktor about it. He was only just growing confident in his skating, let alone in matters as embarrassing as that. Besides, the competition had completely distracted him.

But now the competition was over and although Yuuri was still practicing every day, he had more time to focus on what their relationship was. He had realised that there had to be something there. What they had wasn't exactly friendship but it wasn't exactly a clear cut romantic relationship either. He sighed and clenched his fists. Did he even want something with Viktor? He had always told Viktor to stay exactly how he was but it seemed that Yuuri had been longing for something more for a while now. When they hugged, he never wanted to let go. When their hands brushed, he wanted grab onto it and pull Viktor close to him and when Viktor whispered into his ear, the hairs on the back of his neck would raise and goose bumps would erupt on his arms. What exactly were those kinds of feelings and what was he supposed to do with them? He didn't want to tell Viktor in case he scared him off but he wanted to know what Viktor felt as much as he wanted a gold medal.

Yuuri was supposed to be at the ice rink and he anxiously imagined Viktor waiting for him. He took a deep breath and sent a text message to the white-haired Russian. He wouldn't be able to skate properly today as he had to pick out Viktor's Christmas and birthday present. He thought he would be able to make his practice but he had been wandering around shops all day and still couldn't find something to give Viktor. He despaired as all the shops began to meld into one as he walked around miserably. Suddenly, something in the window of a store caught his eye. He strolled over and saw lots of cute accessories. Yuri gasped when an accessory caught his eye, it was so perfect that Yuri couldn't believe it was coincidence that he found it. He rushed into buy it and he felt giddy with excitement. He couldn't wait to see Viktor's expression when he opened the present!

It was already a twilight blue when Yuuri reached the ice rink. Even though he knew his coach had already gone home, Yuuri still wanted to practice. Perhaps he could clear his head by skating alone. He always did feel less anxious when practicing after all. No one was in the ice rink as it was already quite late in the evening but Yuuri had been given a key so he could let himself in whenever he wanted. He felt very lucky that so many people supported him and his dream.

He threw his coat off and pulled on some ice skates, tying them up quickly. He was eager to get on the ice today. As he entered the ice rink, he noticed that the full moon was shining through one of the ceiling windows and it cast a reflection on the ice, illuminating the room. He decided to leave the lights off and use the moon to skate. It was more atmospheric that way, perfect for his mood.

He glided along and felt the familiar comfort he felt whenever he was on the slippery surface. It was more comforting to him than walking and he felt he could truly fly when skating with his metal blades. He decided to skate to the music that had been playing in his head all day, which was the song Stay Close to Me, which he had pair skated to with Viktor. As he began the routine, he blushed at the memory. He had felt embarrassed right before the dance. He had never skated with a man before and he was worried how the audience would react to it, but once he was twirling and intertwining hands with his coach, the rest of the room and the audience had disappeared. He could only focus on the gleaming sapphire eyes that stared deeply into his as they circled around each other. Yuuri threw himself into the dance with the same passion he felt when he danced with Viktor. He wanted to do it again. He never wanted Viktor to dance with someone else the way he danced with Yuuri. He never wanted to leave his side.

Yuuri finished the dance, his arms crossed and his eyes to the moon. His breathing was heavy but he barely noticed as his eyes began to water with emotion. He understood now. He understood how he felt for Viktor. He had always said it was love, but he had never realised that it was romantic love. He trembled at the realisation. Why hadn't he noticed sooner? Perhaps he was too inexperienced with love that he couldn't easily differentiate the types. He wondered if Viktor had noticed. He must have.

A clapping rang out across the ice rink and Yuri jumped in surprise. He looked around and was surprised to see Viktor standing by the entrance. Yuri blushed a little. He always felt a little weird when Viktor watched him skate and now he finally understood why. Viktor skated over to him and Yuuri's heart began to speed up.

'Yuuri! I love seeing you dance that routine. It's so full of passion,' Viktor exclaimed in his usual flamboyant voice. Yuri smiled. He loved it when Viktor complimented him.

'Viktor, how did you know I was here?' Yuuri asked.

'Well, I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't skip a practice day,' Viktor crossed his arms, 'but really Yuuri, where did you have to go today that was so important that you had to miss practice with me,' Viktor pulled a mock sad face.

'Um, well…' Yuri touched his pocket and remembered the gift he had bought for Viktor was still in there. He reached into his pocket and the gift wrap crackled beneath his fingers.

'Yuuri?'

'Here. I know your birthday is still few days away but I want to give this to you now,' Yuuri said taking the present out of his pocket and handing it to him.

'Oh for me?' Viktor said taking the gift.

'Was this what you were doing today?' Viktor asked, surprised. Yuuri nodded. Viktor smiled slightly. He opened the gift and looked at it in his hands. It was two phone charms with a two identical cute poodles that resembled Maccachin

'Wow! What a cute present but why are there two?' Viktor asked. Yuri blushed and was glad it was dark.

'Well I figured we could have matching phone charms,' Yuuri mumbled. Yuuri looked nervously and tried to gauge Viktor's reaction but Viktor was looking at the phone charms with an expression he didn't understand. A silence stretched on between them for a minute and Yuuri began to get uncomfortable. Had he messed up? He looked at the ice so he didn't have to look at Viktor's face.

'Hmm, first with the rings and now with the phone charms. I can't help but feel like you're trying to tell me something, Yuuri,' Viktor said a little mockingly. Yuuri's heart began to slam against his chest in embarrassment. Did he know? Yuuri decided to rise to meet him just like Viktor had always done for him. He took a deep breath.

'I love you, Viktor!' Yuuri yelled, his voice echoing around the massive room. He felt Viktor's presence more than ever. Yuuri didn't dare look up, he couldn't. Yet, Viktor wasn't saying anything so he carried on talking.

'I've said before my love for everyone was abstract and that it wasn't as clear cut as romantic love. Well, I was naïve. At least, when it comes to you anyway. I've realised that my love for you is deeper than the coach and student bond we have. I want to kiss you like before and hug you and I want to be the only man in your life. I want to be your boyfriend because I love you. I never want to leave your side Viktor!' Yuuri blurted out still looking down. As he breathed heavily, he hoped he had gotten his feelings across. Viktor was still silent so Yuuri looked up at him hesitantly. Yuuri gasped as he saw Viktor eyes wide, his pale cheeks red. He had never seen such an expression on Viktor before. In a sudden burst of confidence, Yuuri skated a little closer to Viktor until he was almost touching him and he looked up into Viktor's blue eyes noticing Viktor's blush deepen a little.

'Viktor?' Yuuri whispered, as if begging for an answer. Viktor's eyes narrowed as he stared into Yuuri's glistening, chocolate eyes. He lifted his hand and held it against Yuri's flaming red cheek. Viktor leaned down and pressed his lips against Yuuri's and kissed him gently. Yuuri's eyes closed and his heart exploded as they intertwined fingers. The moon shone on them as they embraced each other. Viktor pulled away from the kiss and hugged Yuuri tightly as his chin rested on his shoulder. Viktor sighed.

'Yuuri…I'm sorry,' he apologised.

'Eh? Why?' Yuuri asked his heart still beating as his hand gripped the back of Viktors black t-shirt. Viktor stepped back and held Yuuri's hand in his own as he stared at him almost angrily.

'Do you really think I just kiss any man like that? I thought you knew,' Viktor pinched the space in between his eyebrows in frustration, 'I didn't realise I hadn't told you directly, I just assumed that you were too focused on the competition to take our relationship any further at the time,' Viktor said exasperatedly. Yuuri felt shocked as he took in his Coach's words. He almost chuckled at the fact that they had both felt the same way. Even though he understood, he still wanted to push Viktor further.

'What do you mean?' Yuuri asked. Viktor sighed and placed both his hands on the Japanese ice skater's shoulders and stared into his eyes.

'Yuuri, I love you too. I want to be your boyfriend. When I said I wish you'd never retire, I meant in both in terms of ice skating and in regards to my love for you,' Viktor said boldly. Yet, Yuuri couldn't help but notice how Viktor's hands were trembling against his shoulders. Even the great Viktor Nikiforov couldn't control his emotions sometimes. He smiled at Viktor and embraced him again.

'I want to skate on the ice with you forever Viktor,' He whispered into his ear and squeezed him tighter.

'Good. Don't ever skate with anyone other than me,' Viktor whispered back.