A/N: Yeah, when I originally wrote this back in 2017 I couldn't decide how to end it...so I did it two different ways and this is when it got even more ridiculous.

"You don't have to rub it in" Chris muttered and Victors smile grew. Yuuri could feel it. "You're just worried that if I'm there Yuuri will realise that we belong together after our-" Chris was cut off when a pillow smacked him in the face.

"Pipe down Chris. Everyone knows Yuuri and I where the best dan-" Victor was cut off by a gasp, swiftly followed by a pillow hitting him in the back.

"How dare you! I must have hit a nerve" Chris said, smirking. "What's the matter Victor? Worried if he spends too much time with me he'll recall our burning chemistry?" Chris asked innocently. Victor made a sound that Yuuri had only ever heard from one other Russian. He snarled. Then he spun to face Chris.

"You take that back right now. Yuuri only has burning chemistry with one person." Victor said.

"Make me" Chris said with a shit eating grin. Dammit Chris do you have to wind him up, right now? Seriously? Victor responded to the challenge, and he and Chris swiftly became embroiled in an intense pillow fight, giggles….yes. Giggles. Ringing throughout the hotel room.

Why. Why is this happening to me? How did we even get here? Yuuri sighed and started to climb out of bed, warily skirting the battling skaters. He was close to the door when he felt it. A hand grabbed his arm. No. No please. I was so close.

"Yuri, don't leave me!" Victor whined, hugging Yuuris arm "I'm fighting for our honour!"

"You have no honour Victor" Chris laughed, "Or you'd let Yuuri experience…well…me" Chris grinned wolfishly, running his finger up Yuuri's arm.

"Chris. Please don't drag me back in to this" He pleaded.

"Too late" Chris sang, as Victors pillow came sailing at Chris's head, narrowly missing Yuuri.

"Will you watch where you're aiming that thing?!" Yuuri screeched at an unapologetic Victor.

"He's completely lost his sense, he keeps uttering complete nonsense. As his friend, it's my duty to beat some back in to him" Victor said solemnly. Yuuri rolled his eyes. He didn't understand half of what they were saying, but he really wasn't in the mood to get tangled up in whatever game the two where playing.

"I'm just saying, you can't keep him all to yourself Victor" Chris butted in, hugging Yuuri's free arm.

"I can and I will" Victor said primly.

"No, you can't." Yuuri once again found himself being tugged back and forth. But this time there where pillows involved, and each sentence was punctuated with a hit. Yuuri ducked and dodged.

"Yes, I can"

"No, you can't"

"Yes!"

"NO! You could at least let some of us have a chance! You saw the sparks!"

"That was falling champagne, you were drunk. There were no sparks" Victor retorted. Victor and Chris settled in to a debate, and Yuuri extricated himself carefully, slowly backing towards the door. It wasn't long before Victor and Chris erupted in to another furious pillow fight. Yuuri sighed in relief, turned and fled out the door.

He paced the hallway. He had nowhere to go. Not while Chris and Victor were having their bizarre argument. He knew they weren't really fighting. Chris was teasing Victor about something, but Yuuri wasn't sure what. It was clearly something he was supposed to remember. Either way, Chris could be as over dramatic as Victor when he wanted, and when the two of them were together, teasing and hurling fake insults at each other….Yuuri preferred to be away from it. It gave him a headache and that was when he understood what they were talking about. He sighed heavily. He was so tired. He just wanted to sit down and relax. There was only one place he could go. He would have to throw himself on the other skaters mercy. If he had any. Yuuri approached the door next to he and Victors finally. He took a deep breath and then knocked. He nervously fiddled with his hands while he waited.

The door swung open and Yuuri turned to face his saviour. He hoped.

"What do you want pork cutlet bowl?" Yurio drawled.

"I'm coming to you, here and now. Desperate and in need of refuge. I only ask that you show me that small shred of compassion that I know lies within you" Yuuri said. Yurio raised his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about? You've been spending too much time with Victor. So over dramatic." Yurio said with an eye roll, starting to close his door.

"You have no idea" Yuuri muttered, quickly grabbing Yurio by the arm.

"Hey, no touching!" Yurio snarled as Yuuri's fingers enclosed his upper arm. Yuuri started to tug the younger Russian towards the next door. "Don't manhandle me! Hey! Are you listening to me?!" Yurio growled. Yuuri ignored him. He'll understand as soon as he sees this. He has to. I know Yurio. He cares really…deep down. Way deep down. He put the key card in the slot, while managing to maintain his grip on the struggling teenager. Yuuri took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Yuuri and Yurio were instantly assaulted by feathers and shouting. A pillow whizzed past and hit the wall by their heads. Yurio stared, stunned. Yuuri just gazed at it all blankly. The maids are going to kill us. We'll be kicked out. We'll be on the streets in a foreign country. Yuuri thought morosely.

"I can't take it. Please. Just until Chris leaves" Yuuri pleaded.

"HEY" Yurio yelled, gaining Chris and Victors attention instantly.

"YURIOOOOO" they both cried. "You were there, you saw everything, tell Chris-"

"I'm not playing your stupid game. Clean this mess up when you're finished." Yurio stared around one more time before sneering. "Like little children" he practically spit the words.

"But Yurioooooo"

"NYET. AND KEEP IT QUIET" Yurio shouted in to the room before slamming the door on Victor and Chris's repeated pleas to join them. The young Russian sniffed in disgust, before turning and heading back towards his room. Well…at least he tried to help…sort of. I think….Yuuri thought, staring blankly after the boy. Suddenly Yurio's head appeared around the door frame.

"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day. Are you so slow because you're old?" Yurio snapped.

"God bless you, you little Russian angel" Yuuri cried with joy, throwing his arms out for a hug as he sped towards the open hotel door, leaving the children in his room to fend for themselves.

"Don't touch me again. And make sure no-one sees you come in. I can't have my reputation sullied by fraternising with the competition as if we were….friends" Yuuri stopped.

"Why Yurio, why do you have to be so cold like that?" Yuuri said, hiding his smile as he followed Yurio in to his room.

Yurio settled on to his bed, his game console already back in hand. Yuuri and Victor had wanted a room with one double bed, but the hotel had been booked out by all the skaters so they'd had to settle for a double, which meant that Yurio's room was a mirror image. Yuuri settled on to the spare bed and looked at the Russian.

"What?" Yurio snapped, without looking up from his game. When Yuuri didn't respond, the younger boy finally paused his game long enough to look up at him. Long enough to see Yuuri gazing at him. Yurio stared back for a moment.

"Don't get any ideas pork cutlet bowl" Yurios eyes narrowed. "I don't snuggle" Yuuri continued to look at him, and Yurio started to become distinctly uncomfortable. But before he could say anything Yuuri looked him dead in the eye.

"Thank you" he said genuinely. Yuuri had wanted a distraction from his spiralling thoughts, but not quite like that. He'd envisioned snuggling with Victor. A pep talk perhaps. But not Victor and Chris doing whatever weird friendship thing they were doing. It had been like they'd decided to put on a play. An incredibly bizarre play. He still hadn't come up with any ideas about what they could have been referring too. He'd have to ask Victor later. Yuuri shook his head and looked back at Yurio.

Yurio looked mildly uncomfortable, but there was a slight flush to his cheeks, and it looked like he might be….is he….oh my God. He's totally trying not to smile. Aw. I knew we were friends really! Don't make a big deal of it Yuuri, or he'll clam up and snap. Play it cool.

Yuuri nodded his head. Yurio looked at him for a moment and then just shrugged, returning to his game. Yuuri made himself comfortable, and dug his phone out of his pocket. He started to idly scroll through Instagram. What the?! When did they have time to take selfies!? And….they took action shots of each other?! You've gotta be kidding me. I'm going to murder them. Maybe Yurio will help me. We might not be, 'call you to help me bury the body' buddies yet but we're definitely at murder friends. Yuuri was jolted out of his thoughts by a quiet Russian voice.

"If you want….I have another handset." Yuuri looked at the boy with surprise. Yurio shifted uncomfortably. "What? It's awkward with you just sitting there." he tossed the spare handheld console to Yuuri who deftly caught it. "Besides. It's the old model. It's not as good. I only bring it as a backup in case this one breaks or something" Yurio muttered, refusing to look at Yuuri. Yuuri clasped the small machine to his chest, touched.

"I knew you loved me really Yurio"

"Don't make it weird" Yurio snapped, before disappearing back behind the small screen and returning to his game. Yuuri smiled and settled down once again, switching the small console on and getting ready to spend the evening in peace and quiet, with his mind well and truly distracted from any anxiety.