I don't own YOI

'Vkusno!' Viktor said, after tasting the katsudon.

'Shall I feed Makkachin too?' Yuuri asked.

Viktor suddenly turned pale. 'No...no!' he clung to Makkachin. 'Makka!'

'Viktor, I am not going to hurt Makkachin.'

'I...I am sorry.' Viktor said. 'You've been so good to me, and here I am acting like this.'

'It's okay.' Yuuri said. 'You just had a shock. 'Why don't you take a bath? You'll feel better then. You can wear some of my clothes.'

'I...I don't want to leave Makkachin alone.' Viktor said.

'So, would it be possible to take him with you?' Viktor nodded.

A while after Viktor went to take a bath, Yuuri heard a scream.

'Viktor!' He rushed to the bathroom. 'Viktor, are you okay?'

'Yuuri, I am sorry. I just thought I heard Alex's voice.'

Yuuri looked at Viktor, and got an eyeful of his stark naked body. He knew it wasn't the time to think such thoughts, but he couldn't help admiring his body. As a fan, he had wanted him for so long. He had spent so much time lusting over him as a teenager.

Still, Viktor was in trouble, and he had more important things to think about than his arousal. He hugged the naked man. 'Don't worry.'

'Yuuri, I am sorry if I am making you uncomfortable, but could you stay here? I feel tensed when I am alone.'

Yuuri nodded. 'I will. I grew up at a hot springs resort, so nudity isn't really a big deal for me anyway.'

When Viktor finished bathing, he and Yuuri sat at the balcony of the flat, sipping the coffee Yuuri had made.

'Yuuri.' Viktor said. 'Thank you so much. I am sorry I put you in so much trouble.'

'Don't worry about it.' Yuuri said. 'I was just wondering why you put up with an asshole like Alex in the first place.'

Viktor sighed. 'Yuuri, I...I was always alone. I lost my parents when I was thirteen. I had no one. Sure, I had my coaches and friends and rinkmates, but I wanted to have someone who would care for me unconditionally, someone who would love me. I dated many guys, but none of them seemed to care for me for who I am. They seemed to only want me for my looks or fame or status as the world's top skater.'

'Then, I met Alex, who was one of the sponsors. He seemed to truly care for me. He...he was a demanding lover. He demanded that I give up my career for him. He demanded that I do everything the way he wanted. However, he seemed to be devoted to me. He did not care about my fame or talent. I thought he loved me for who I was. And so, I ignored the warning signs. He had been married and divorced twice. His ex-wife and ex-husband-who are funnily enough married to each other had warned me about him. But I chose to ignore their warnings.'

'When I decided to go away with him, they all told me not to. Yakov. Chris. Georgi. Mila. Little Yuri Plisetsky threw a fit when I told him. And I chose to ignore them. I chose a guy I barely knew over the people who were always there for me. And this was not the first time. Makkachin had become inexplicably ill twice last year, and I never once suspected anything. I am not even capable of taking care of my Makkachin. I am so useless.'

'Viktor.' Yuuri placed his hands around his cheeks.'You are not useless. You are a great guy. I have admired you for years. You are a great kater and a great person.'

'Yuuri.'

Yuuri thought about it. He had never been in such a position before. He racked his brain for something to tell Viktor. 'I think you need to get away from here. You need to be away from Alex. Why don't you return to Russia?'

Viktor placed his hands over his face in despair. 'I can't bring myself to meet my friends after all that happened.'

'Alright then.' Yuuri hesitated before saying 'I was thinking, it has been quite some time since I last visited my family. Why don't you come with me to Hasetsu, Japan? You'll get a well deserved break away from Alex. We could bathe in the hot springs, go ice-skating, eat katsudon and do lots of other stuff. It isn't that remarkable a place but it is a good place for a break. Unless you'd rather go somewhere else...'

'Yuuri.' Viktor said. 'I'd love to come with you.' But. He looked all downcast. 'But, what, Viktor?'

'But my passports and stuff are at Alex's place.