Next chapter! This one's based off chapters 20 and 21. Again, I own neither Yuri on Ice nor High-Flying, Adored, and the italicized block at the beginning belongs to miss-terra-incognita.

Also, I feel the need to preface this chapter by saying that I had already written about 2/3 of it (and had the idea in mind for a week or so) when the update with the actual reveal was published- so the similarities are actually coincidental. I feel proud to know that I thought up such a similar circumstance to what miss-terra-incognita actually wrote, but I hope my twist is different enough to still be interesting!

Enjoy!


"Do not. Say. Anything." Yuri was pointing a trembling finger at him. At Yuuri. At fucking Eros. "This is so fucked up. You don't even- I can't talk about this. You have to tell him."

"No!" Yuuri looked horrified. "God Yuri, no, I could never! He'd be so-" His breath hitched, and Yuri realized with a sense of dawning horror that he was on the verge of tears. "He'd be so disappointed."

Yuri had no idea what to do. This entire situation was just un-fucking-believable. Yuuri, who apparently idolized Viktor (annoying, but acceptable for a random citizen), was also Eros, who seemed to enjoy flirting with and now disgustingly making out with Viktor- when he could barely speak two words to him as himself- and yet he didn't seem to feel the same way about Snowcap… and yes, even Yuri could acknowledge that he did seem to care for him and feel concern for him, but god! And then Viktor, fawning over Eros like a teenage girl, while frantically trying to get Eros to notice him as Snowcap… and barely talking to Yuuri because the guy wouldn't speak to him!

Fucking hell.

Yuuri needed to tell Viktor he was Eros. That was a given. The problem was, Yuri could tell that he really, really didn't want to. And he had no idea how to convince him otherwise without revealing Viktor's secret identity. Which, as much as he wanted to, because fuck if it wouldn't make things easier, he wouldn't do. There were lines.

But.

Dammit. He had an idea, and he hated it.

Damn you, Viktor, he seethed. Hell if I know why I'm doing this.

He wouldn't reveal Viktor's secret identity. But his own? Was another story.

"Just- fucking stop," he said harshly, interrupting whatever the hell Yuuri had been babbling on about, something about please don't tell Viktor, please Yuri. "God, Viktor," he growled to nothing in particular. "The things I do for you." He glared at Yuuri, who was staring at him, body tense, eyes full of something Yuri didn't want to think about. "This," he spat, "does not go beyond you." He ground his hands into his eyes, feeling Yuuri start to look slightly less alarmed and more confused as he took a deep breath and hissed it out, trying not to let his nerves show. He slowly brought his hands up to his ever-present hood- and threw it off in one violent motion.

Two white cat-ears poked up amidst the blonde hair.

He saw the path of Yuuri's eyes as they flicked up to his head. Darted back down to his face. Back up. Saw him go slack-jawed. Took you long enough, dumbass.

"Yuri… you're-"

"Yeah," Yuri ground out.

"But-" stammered Yuuri, "but- then-"

And the penny drops. Finally. God.

"VIKTOR!" yelled Yuri, pulling the door open just enough that the sound would carry.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri hissed.

"You'd better stay right the fuck there," growled Yuri. "What did I do to deserve you two idiotic dinosaurs?" One ear twitched as he heard Viktor's footsteps approaching the room. One arm reached out and grabbed Viktor by the front of his shirt, yanking him into the room and slamming it shut behind him.

"Yuri?" asked Viktor, bemused. "What are you- Yuri! Your-" he reached as if he was going to physically pull Yuri's hood back over his head. Overprotective idiot.

"You think I don't know?" Yuri asked sardonically. "Turn around, old man."

Viktor blinked and slowly turned around to face the bed, where Yuuri was sitting, frozen, costume still in his lap, mask still on his face, staring.

Yuuri felt like he'd been hit over the head. "Vik- Viktor- I-" he cringed.

Viktor's eyes, so obviously recognizable now, flicked around his face, and slowly widened. "Eros?" he gasped.

"... Yeah."

Suddenly Viktor was right in front of him, grabbing at his crumpled costume, examining the hole Yuuri was in the process of patching it up. "That makes so much sense!" he gushed. "Wow, nice stitchwork, couldn't have done it any better myself…" making hmm-ing noises over the costume, his eyes met Yuuri's again, and he saw the blatant nervousness in the other man's gaze. "Yuuri, it's all right," Viktor reassured him. "I'm obviously not going to tell anyone. That would be hypocritical in the extreme," he said dryly, glancing at Yuri and his cat ears.

"So-" stammered Yuuri, "you… so you are…"

"Snowcap," said Viktor. "Yes."

Yuuri's eyes widened and he blushed fiercely, looking down. Then his hand came up and he removed the mask and shoved his hair back from his face. "Wow," he said quietly, but seeming more confident than before… more like Eros. "I feel like an idiot," he murmured, glancing up at Viktor with half-lidded eyes.

"Me too," said Viktor, leaning closer to Yuuri. "And to think, we were living in the same house for weeks… and we never even knew…" he gently grasped Yuuri's chin in his hand, and had the satisfaction of hearing the younger man's breath hitch. "I'm glad I got to know you both ways," he whispered.

Yuuri's eyes shuttered. "Me too," he breathed.

Oh fuck, groaned Yuri. They'd completely forgotten he was there. Is this the thanks I get? Watching two prehistoric has-beens and their disgusting attempts at flirting? He shoved his hood back up. "Could you two possibly hold off on jumping each other long enough for the minor to leave the room and scrub his brain of this fucking traumatic image?" he seethed.

"Aww, Yuri, are you feeling left out?" purred Viktor, not missing a beat. (Yuuri flushed red and looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there.)

"Fuck you."

"Ask nicely."

"Arghhh!"

Viktor's obnoxious laughter and Yuuri's softer giggles followed him as he made his escape and slammed the door. "Make sure it's actually fucking locked this time, you moron!" he yelled at the door before storming off.

Safely away in his own room, he allowed himself a small smile.

Finally.