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I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, it is significantly longer than the others.

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Yuri had hardly been able to see Otabek at the Cup of China. Yakov and Lilia weren't letting him out of their sight, worried he would come back drunk again.

Yuri was furious when he got back to Russia without being able to see his Dark Horse again. He wanted to… What was it that he wanted to do with him? Kiss him? Make love? It didn't matter. He just wanted to be with him, to see his hair flick in the wind, to watch how the sun was captured in his eyes. "Ugh, fuck." Yuri said as he slammed his bags down by his bed, plopping onto it face first. Lilia and Yakov were downstairs, making sure that everything was in order. They were all exhausted from the flight.

"Hey, sorry we couldn't hang out again…" He texted, apologising yet again. "I had a wonderful time. Your performance was great too." Otabek had beaten Yuri, earning gold. Their placements had shifted from the Rostelecom cup. Yakov and Lilia blamed it on the alcohol.

"No worries. I'm glad that we got to spend the time that we had together."

"Dinner was really great. Can I call?" Yuri responded, rolling over onto his back, his cat hopping up onto the bed to lay with him. Yuri reached his hand out, and the cat came snuggling up to him, He waited a couple of minutes to get a response or a call, but when it didn't happen, he decided to just dial away.

"Y-yuri? Now's a really bad time, can you give me a couple of minutes?" He sounded really out of breathe, as if he had just finished a practice run of one of his shows.

"Are you okay?" Yuri asked, sitting up, as if he could somehow stand between Otabek and whatever was ailing him from this distance. "You sound really out of breath! Did you hurt yourself? Are you on this ice?"

"No, I'm home." He said, his breath still shaky and his voice low.

Yuri paused, he knew this voice. This was his tone after they had finished kissing, panting for breath. "Are you… Are you with someone?" He felt pained and hurt. How could Otabek be with someone else? Maybe he was deluding himself by thinking that their relationship was going somewhere. Otabek was perfect, did he really deserve to be with him? Surely there had to be someone else.

Otabek paused, though Yuri could still make out the sound of heavy breathing, "No, I am alone."

Yuri paused as well, not knowing what to say, "Oh. Well. Uuuuuh…" HIs face was blushing, and although Otabek couldn't see it, he could certainly hear it in Yuri's tone of voice. "Um, having fun?"

"...What kind of question is that?" Otabek answered, "Really? You're not going to insult me? Call me a pervert, or a lonely old man?"

"No, I was going to ask…" He froze, knowing full well what he wanted to say. But he almost didn't feel confident enough to say it, "I was going to ask if you were thinking of me." God, this would be awkward if he wasn't.

"Would you really like to know? Or can I hang up and call you back?"

Yuri leaned back onto his bed sheets, his toes gripping the plush cotton, hair splayed out in a thousand whimsical directions, "No, I want to know." He purred. If Otabek wasn't thinking of him then, he sure was now.

"Yes. I was thinking about you." Otabek wanted off the phone, this whole conversation was incredibly awkward for him.

"What was I doing? In your daydream I mean." He smiled, almost whispering, "What dirty, sick little things were you picturing me doing?" He heard Otabek mumble something, but couldn't quite make out what was said. Was he speaking in Kazakh? "What dirty little pictures do you want of me?"

"Quday, Yuri." Otabek swore, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Mmm… You want me." Yuri rolled over onto his stomach, swinging his feet in the air, "That makes me so happy, Beka…" He bit his lip, the room fading to dark around him. Perhaps he should get up and turn off the lights, "I want to hear everything. Every sound to escape your lips." He got up to do just that, his fingers lingering on the switch for a moment, his finger tips tingling with lust. "I wish we had done this in China."

"Me too, but I'm also glad we didn't." He moaned, obviously enjoying whatever motions his hand was making, and no longer being ashamed to hide it. "I would have hated to have rushed you."

"Please, I wanted you so badly. I've wanted you since Rostelecom." He admitted, a heat growing in his tight jeans. "I had to sneak off after watching you skate in China. I really hope no one else was in that bathroom." Not the best place to get off, but he couldn't exactly contain himself in that moment.

"That's really hot." Otabek shifted in the covers, throwing his blanket over his shoulder so that he wouldn't be cold, "Yuri, this is really awkward, I don't think that I-"

"What, never done this before?" Yuri said, teasing him. "Little phone-sex-virgin?" Yuri had to take his pants off, they were starting to cause him pain. He had never slipped those jeans off that quickly in his entire life. "I'm trying to fix your little issue, jerk. If I was there I'd be handling it myself- well, I'd be handling you myself."

Otabek froze when he heard Yuri gasp, his tone changing completely. He sounded desperate, pleading, "So, do it because I want you to." Yuri said, laying on his left hip, already getting moisture on his fresh and clean bedspreads. "I want you." He didn't want to be touching himself, he wanted Otabek to be there, "God, I wish you were here."

The thought that Yuri wanted him, and was doing sinful things to himself was enough to nearly send himself over the edge. He never thought he would be able to hear Yuri making these delicious sounds, hungry moans, thirsty and parched gasps. "I am here. I'm right here."

"Beka."

Neither of them said anything more, if something was vocalised, it was a moan of pleasure and longingly. Each of them desperately want the other to be there in a tangle of wet bedsheets and crumpled clothes.

Yuri headed downstairs, having cleaned up. His cheeks were no longer flushed, his hair was neat and styled in his usual manner, minus a few deliberately placed stray hairs. He didn't want to look too neat, that would be too obvious. Yakov was sitting in an arm chair, reading a few articles about the events of the cup of China. Lilia was in the kitchen, preparing what smelled like chicken, "Yum!" Yuri said, a tad too excited. He was starving.

Lilia looked over, her hair loose at her shoulder blades, "Yuri, your grandfather-"

"Dedushka!" Yuri exclaimed, running over to hug his grandfather, "I missed you!" He always felt like a little kid whenever his grandfather was around, "Pops?" He looked up from the embrace when his grandfather didn't seem as eager to see him, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am just reminded that you are getting older." He smiled, messing up Yuri's hair. "Why don't you tell me about your trip?"

"Why don't we hear about it over dinner." Lilia said, and Yakov helped her lay out plates on the table. Steam rose into the air from the creamy curry chicken, a Russian staple. "I would love to hear about that Canadian skater, Rebekah Smith? One of the female single skaters. The one you went to dinner with, correct?"

No. No no no. Yuri's eyes widened in panic. How much had they heard? Enough to guess at a name. "Actually, I went to dinner with Otabek Altin." He sat down, maintaining his composure. At least he was able to be honest and deflect what Lilia was insinuating. "We had a wonderful meal at Nanxincang." He poured everyone some water.

Yakov seemed relieved, no one was taking his skater away from him. "I see." In less than two weeks, they would be in Austria for the finals. Yuri didn't need any distractions. "Is there any girl we should know about-"

"I do not appreciate what you are asking." Yuri set his fork and knife down calmly to take a sip of his water. Every pair of eyes in the room was on him. I need to tell them. I need them to know. I want them to know. Otabek is important to me, I shouldn't have to hide how I feel about him. I shouldn't need to hide how I feel. I don't want to hide who I am! "I'm gay."

Silence fell in the room, no one touched their food, their drink, no one made a sound. Nikolai was extremely tense.

Yuri did not give a single damn, and took another bite of his chicken. It was suddenly more flavourful, everything felt brighter and more alive.

"You're too young to know that." Yakov was the first to speak, "How can you really know? Did Viktor tell you this? Did he ra-"

"Viktor did nothing to me. I always knew this. I know what I like in a person, just like everyone else does." He couldn't take back what he said now. But he was certain of it. He was certain that now, on a matter of impulse, was the right time to say something. He didn't want to be asked about girls any longer. "Otabek is my boyfriend. I greatly care for him." It was too soon to say love, "And he cares for me. You're my family, you deserve to know."

"I would love to meet him." Nikolai said, taking Yuri's hand, "I love you more than anyone else in the whole world Yurachaka. If you say you care for him, I'm sure he is a wonderful man. I love you no matter what you say you are."

Lilia remained quiet, now absentmindedly playing with her fork. Their attentions were now turned to her, waiting to hear what she thought. "What you claim to be does not impact what I think of you as a work of art. You are stunning. If accepting this means I can continue to shape the masterpiece that you are becoming, then so be it." Yakov and Lilia's reactions were lukewarm at best, but Yuri expected that.

"Thank you." Yuri said, tears coming into his eyes, "I… I love you." He sniffled, and everyone looked up with a jolt, "I'm so happy." He wiped a lone tear that was rolling towards his smiling pink lips.

Yuri looked down at his phone, and up to the gates of the airport. The double glass doors calling for him as he waited. He felt like jumping out of the car and rushing to find the one he was waiting for.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, "Bye!" He shouted to Nikolai, rushing out of the car. He booked it towards baggage claim on the first floor of the airport, the blue signs that littered the place in a thousand different languages making it easy for him.

There he was, in black slacks and a lilac button up. His brown leather shoes giving a sense of incompleteness to the outfit, but they complimented his eyes. Gold adorned his wrist, his watch capturing the glint of the flickering of old lights above them. "Beka!" Yuri called, impatient as he continued his charge. "Beka!"

Otabek spun around, his tie swinging with him. Yuri hadn't noticed it before now. A perfectly tied eldredge knot on a black tie. It showed meticulous attention to detail. "Yuri!" He smiled, abandoning the search for his luggage to wrap his arms around the man that flung into his arms. "Hey, good to see you."

"I missed you." He buried his face into his chest, and Otabek grabbed his suitcase as it passed it one hand.

"I missed you too." He let go of Yuri, people were starting to stare. "Come on, let's go." He smiled, not taking Yuri's hand as he would have liked. They couldn't kiss in reunion.

They had spent so many nights this past week staying up to speak to one another. It got to the point where Otabek said fuck it, and that he was flying up to Russia to spend his last week in training before the grand prix with Yuri.

Nikolai got out of the car when he saw his grandson and his boyfriend approaching, "Otabek! It is wonderful to meet you." Otabek held his hand out for a handshake, but Nikolai went for a hug. Otabek didn't know what to do, as his arms are now pinned close to him, which caused Yuri to laugh.

"Oi gramps, you're crushing him."

"Ah, sorry! Let me help you with this." He hoisted Otabek's bags into the trunk of the small car. Otabek smiled feeling awkward, as he didn't get the chance to put anything away as Nikolai had taken care of it too quickly. "I made lunch, let's hurry before the cat eats it."

Yuri laughed, opening the back door for Otabek, "After you, princess."

Otabek rolled his eyes with a smile still plastered on his face and slid into the car. Yuri got in on the other side, placing his hand on top of Otabek's. "Where are we going?" Otabek asked as they pulled away from the bustling inner city airport.

"We're gonna go to my home and eat lunch, then head to the rink. Leave your stuff in the car, we are staying with Lilia for the rest of the week." He placed his head on his shoulder, feeling at ease now that they were by each other's side. "I didn't expect you to really fly all of the way out here, especially so close to finals."

"All the more reason why I don't need your calls and texts distracting me." He smiled, "You can't do any of that if I'm here." He kissed his forehead, not afraid of showing affection in front of his grandfather. Apparently Yuri had told him everything.

Yuri spoke in English so that his grandfather could not understand, "Yes, but there are other things I could do to distract you." He said in a calm tone of voice, to not give his grandfather any hint as to what he was saying.

"English my is bad, you know." Otabek laughed, but he was still able to make out what Yuri was saying. "You evil are."

Yuri couldn't help but laugh at how awful Otabek's english was, switching back to Russian. "That was pathetic."

"I had to teach myself, they don't teach English in school back home." He looked up to the front seat, at Nikolai. He had a huge smile plastered on his face. Interestingly, Yuri did not get the incessant smile gene. But nonetheless, he did have a beautiful smile.

"That sucks." Yuri sat up straight, looking out the window. "I haven't been to school in years." He stopped going after he became a professional skater, and was homeschooled.

"So, when did you two become official?" Nikolai posed, looking at them through the rear view mirror. Nikolai hadn't heard much of Otabek until very recently.

"Sorry?" Otabek asked, looking at Yuri, wondering if his Russian was bad too. "Official? I'm sorry, I don't understand the context." Were they sealing government forms? Filing taxes?

"Oh!" Yuri said, elbowing Otabek, "See, we're not actually… official."

"I still do not understand." But Yuri was blushing, and that made him blush in turn.

"It means that we have not formally agreed on the status of… us." Yuri explained. Everything between them so far had just been chance meetings and a wonderful phone 'conversation.' As well as many text messages and video calls. Did Otabek even want a relationship? Or… Was he not serious about them? The latter prospect made him feel fainthearted.

"Oh!" Otabek said, whispering to Yuri, "I wanted to talk to you about that… But alone." He took Yuri's hands into his, "Good things, I promise." Otabek's eyes shifted to be much warmer, and there was almost something loving about them.

"Yeah sure." He smiled, feeling nervous. "Gramps, could you drop Otabek and I off at the park? We'll walk back to the house." They wouldn't be able to stay for long, Lilia lived quite a distance away.

Otabek was unnerved by how sudden it was, feeling unprepared. "Yuri, is now the best time?"

"I don't want to be distracted while on the ice. So this is the only time." Yuri smiled, "Unless there's something you're worried about?"

'Yeah, we're in Russia.' Otabek thought, but decided not to say. "Yeah, you're right." He smiled, "We shouldn't be distracted." He promised his coach that he would continue to work for this coming week. Well, he told his coach that he would. He left without giving hi coach much of a choice.

Nikolai smiled, "Sounds good, be safe out there." They were both dressed for the cold, so they should be fine, "You don't need to be getting sick before your trip!" The air had quite a chill, "I'll have hot tea ready."

Yuri stuck out his tongue, never having found a tea that he liked. But Otabek on the other hand loved tea. "Thank you." Altin said, looking out the window. He could see Yuri's reflection from the foggy glass. Yuri was watching him, looking at his face, "Yuri?"

"Yes?" Yuri asked, looking away as Otabek shifted around. "Oh, we're here." He looked down the walkway, admiring its trees covered in snow; the snow threatened to fall with the next strong gust of wind. "Thanks pops!" Yuri leaned over the front seat, giving his grandfather a hug before dragging Otabek out of the car, who also said his thanks.

Yuri smiled, sliding his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He loved the sound that their shoes made as they fell onto the old wood of the walkway. The scent of the pine trees was completely invigorating, it made him think of Christmas, which was coming up. "Sorry, I just… wanted to be alone with you."

"Should I be calling the police?" Otabek laughed, "It's alright, I'm glad for this time too."

Yuri knew what they were supposed to be talking about, but he was too timid to bring it up. Him, Yuri Plisetsky, was feeling shy. "So…"

Otabek suddenly stopped him, taking Yuri's hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it. "I would like you to be mine. Exclusively." He didn't know how else to say it. How did Russians become official? He honestly had no idea. "Is that alright?"

Yuri froze, "Let go of my hand." He wasn't looking directly at him, somewhere in the distance. "Do not turn around. We're going to keep walking." Otabek let go of Yuri's hand, and Yuri felt like he was going to pass out. A mother was talking to park security, she had briefly pointed at them, her two kids hanging around her waist. "My answer is yes. But we can't hug, we can't kiss. Stay at least a foot away from me." Worst comes to worst, they would just get a fine, right? That's all it was, a fine. It was a fine on love.

Otabek was concerned, though he trusted Yuri and walked a foot and a half to his right. "What's going on?"

"Someone might have been saying something about us. You're a foreigner." He remembered that as good as Otabek's Russian was, he still wasn't a citizen. "They'll lock you in jail for fifteen days, and then deport you." No one had been arrested for two years, supposedly. That's because people became afraid. Those that weren't, and tried to express themselves publicly weren't arrested, they were beat. They were murdered. Ever since the passing of the law a few years ago, violence against homosexuals skyrocketed, hate was justified. "Or just shoot us."

"Wonderful." Otabek said, "Viktor and Yuri?"

"I believe Yuri's performance wasn't aired, or they cut out anything that looked gay." He didn't remember off of the top of his head. "He's not Russian, so I don't know if they would have done anything. They could just say that it's part of his 'weird, foreign culture' and that he 'tainted Viktor.'"

Otabek nodded. No one was following them. "I meant what I said, Yuri."

"I know." Yuri looked at him, sincerity in his eyes, snow trapped on his eyelashes, "I'm glad. I just wish…" He looked down, hair falling to frame his face. "I wish the world wasn't this way." Yuri was far better off than a couple of weeks ago, where he was hating himself. But was hating the mindset of the world any better?

Yuri panted, his knees hitting the ice roughly. He covered his mouth, about to throw up. He heard Yakov yelling at him, but everything sounded as if he were underwater.

"What's come over him?!" Yakov asked, looking to Otabek. "Do you know something?"

Otabek knew. Otabek knew about the kiss they had shared in Yuri's childhood bedroom after lunch. He had been so happy that Yuri returned his feelings. He had never felt more connected to another human being than in that moment. "He's just a bit worked up, that's all." Yuri was overflowing with emotions. Between their feelings now being out in the open, and the grand prix finals so close, Otabek didn't blame him. His body was beat up from the stress of the entire season. "Can we call it a day?" Otabek looked out the window, the sun had already been down for awhile.

Lilia nodded, folding her arms. "Alright. Yuri! Come on!" They had a schedule to keep. Otabek coming here was definitely a bad idea, Yuri was distracted. "Fix this." She demanded to the Dark Horse, who skated over to his boyfriend.

Otabek extended his hand, and Yuri reached for it, looking up. "Sorry… I don't feel so good."

"I hope you're not getting sick… It was cold out today." Otabek pulled the Russian up. Yuri's legs were shaky, he was struggling to stand up straight. "Come on, off the ice we go." He pulled Yuri along to the edge of the rink, helping him up. He could feel Lilia and Yakov staring at them, waiting for them to pack up and get in the car.

"I think I am." Yuri's cheeks were more flushed than usual. Otabek brought his lips to Yuri's forehead to check for a fever, indeed finding that his temperature was elevated.

"You need to be getting rest…"

"Not until after the grand prix." Yuri said, swapping out his skates for his sneakers. "Just don't get it from me." Yuri knew logically that it was too late for that, with the amount of spit that they had been swapping at every opportunity.

"Yeah right, that would be impossible, considering I'm sleeping with you." At least, that was the impression he had gotten. Unless Lilia had an extra guest room, other than the one Yuri was using.

They headed to the car, Yakov was already in the front seat. Otabek's belongings had been moved to the trunk of this car from Yuri's Grandfather's. As such, there was no room in the trunk, so the two skaters held their duffle bags in their laps.

Yuri was quiet, so Otabek was the one to speak up, "Yuri is getting sick." He said as they started to pull away from the rink.

Yakov felt his heart sink, and Lilia turned back to face them. "Is that why you were falling so much today? Yuri, you're supposed to be watching over your health." She normally would have scolded him for being irresponsible, but chiding wouldn't help him get better. She fell into more of a maternal role, "What are your symptoms?"

Yuri glared at Otabek for saying something. He didn't want to be coddled, and he didn't want Lilia to be acting sweet. It was weird. "I'm dizzy and have a fever." He really didn't feel anything other than that, and he hoped it stayed that way.

Lilia didn't need to say anything as Yakov pulled off to the nearest pharmacy. She was about to get out of the car, when Otabek stepped out as well. "I can make ginger root citrus tea, it will help him in addition to your medicine." His great grandmother had been from China, or so he had been told, and she had taught his mother how to make certain medicines for colds, who then taught him.

The Russian nodded leading him into the grocer. She headed off to the pharmacy in the back of the store, and Otabek wandered off to look at the produce. He found the gingerroot, surprised that they carried it raw, which was better. He then picked up a few oranges, imported of course. He purchased the ingredients and waited for Lilia, who didn't take long. She seemed worried. "He'll be fine."

Lilia nodded, though her sour expression didn't fade. Something was definitely getting under her skin. She had never seen Yuri sick.

Otabek wasn't going to ask her about it, it wasn't his place. Though when they got back to the car, Yuri as dozing off in the back seat, barely awake. "Yuri, I need you to take this." She said, opening the right passenger door, letting the cold Russian air in. She passed him a bottle of electrolyte water, and put two capsules of medicine into his palm. Yuri looked at it with sleepy eyes, throwing his head back to swallow the pills.

She got back into the front seat, and their ride home continued. Yakov tried to strike up conversation, though Lilia simply stared out the window, which everyone except for the sleeping beauty noticed.

Yuri didn't skate the next day, even though he insisted on going to the rink to watch Otabek skate. He sat behind the glass, swaddled up in a thick blanket, a cup of Otabek's nasty tasting ginger tea in his hands. Otabek had tried to sweeten it up with honey, but Yuri's sweet tooth would not be outmatched.

Otabek was grateful for Yakov's instructions, given that his own coach was absent. Compared to Yuri, Otabek's skating was far less formulaic. Yuri had his motions down to a science, and even though he tended to deviate from his plan in the moment during competition, he none the less had a plan. Otabek was very expressive, despite his usual stoid demeanor, and his feelings came across vividly in his skating. Today, every step expressed one simple word: worry.

"Do that again! Wipe that frown off your face!" Yakov shouted. Lilia wasn't saying anything, Otabek was anything but a ballerina, and she was more preoccupied with watching Yuri. She wouldn't tear her eyes off of him.

"Yes sir!" Otabek replied, running through his routine for the twelfth time. He was exhausted, he didn't see how Yuri could be run down like a dog like this every single day. But then again, that was why he was so good, other than natural born ability.

He panted as he skated over to the wall, grabbing his water bottle. Yakov didn't say anything, which meant that he had done well that time. He met Yuri's bloodshot eyes, "Feeling any better?"

Yuri nodded, putting his phone down. "That was beautiful." Otabek's skating was mesmerizing. Every time he watched, it still felt so unique and fresh. Every run was slightly different, expressing something new. He could never do that.

"Thank you. You are too." He smiled, taking another sip of the water, and wiping the sweat out of his eyes.

Yuri blushed, "Nerd." Was all he said, and then Yakov yelled for Otabek to get back to work.

This time, each wave of his arm screamed of love.

Otabek let the water run down his back, soothing his throbbing muscles. Yakov sure was one hell of a slave driver, his muscles were going to be on fire tomorrow. He took a blood thinner in advance to help make sure he wouldn't be too tense.

Otabek picked up the shampoo, looking at it. "Lily's?" He said, reading the front of the bottle. He never noticed that Yuri's hair smelled like flowers. There was a matching conditioner as well, no wonder his hair was so soft.

After washing himself, he hoped of the shower and turned the water off. He could hear the thumping of bass coming from Yuri's room. He slipped his clothes on, and curiously went to the source of the noise.

Yuri was dancing around his room, listening to an American R&B song by Jon Bellion. The medicine was clearly getting to his head, completely absorbed in the sway of his body. He was singing along, "The secrets you tell me, I'll take to my grave. There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway." His voice trailed off as he looked to Otabek, simply getting quieter for a moment, "And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed. I know that you'll love me, love me." He grabbed Otabek by the collar, kissing his cheek, "Even when I lose my head! Guillotine!"

Otabek smiled as Yuri got back to his dancing, his arms throwing above his head, hips moving seductively. He certainly wasn't acting sick anymore. "Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips. I will pray, so the castle that we build won't cave." The chorus from before repeated, and Yuri began to repeat the word guillotine in sync with the music. He wasn't shy or bashful any more, he was simply having fun. His blonde hair flipping all over the place, "You fill me up, you fill me up, you set my soul ablazing. You fill me up you fill me up, your love is so amazing. Even when I lose my head, guillotine!"

Yuri hugged Otabek when the song was over, and Otabek reached for the remote, turning off the speaker before the next song could come up. "Dancing all over the place is not what I would call resting." He smiled, wrapping his arms around him, rocking back and forth gently.

"I know. But the song came on, and I thought of you." He smiled, looking up at him. "I thought it fits us well."

Otabek hadn't been able to understand the majority of the lyrics, but it did sound like a nice song, even nicer when Yuri sang it. "I didn't know you liked American music, it was nice."

"I like some stuff, I like electronica a lot." It was all he listened to while on planes. It helped pump him up for performances. Classical music just didn't do that for him. "Put it back on." Yuri whined, reaching for the remote, "Just one more time."

"Then we'll head to bed?" Otabek said, holding the remote above him, just so that he couldn't reach it.

"Sure." Yuri said, though as soon as the music was back on, he pulled Otabek against him with surprising strength for a sick person. Otabek hadn't been expecting it, so they fell back onto the bed. Yuri desperately wanted Otabek to kiss him, though he wouldn't ask him to, not when it might get him sick, if he wasn't already. So he didn't ask, not with his voice. His eyes phrased the question in a thousand different ways.

"You're a pain." Otabek said as he brought their lips together, taking a moment to enjoy how his lover tasted.

"Meanie!" Yuri moaned as Otabek's kisses left his lips and wandered to his neck. He gasped when he felt Otabek's teeth barely graze his sensitive skin. His voice fell meek, "Jerk-"

Lilia knocked on the open door. Both of the froze, not wanting to look up. Otabek had forgotten that he had left the door open. "Can this wait? At least a week." She tapped on the dresser.

"Yes ma'am." Both said, not moving until she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Yuri burst out laughing, "Did she think we were gonna…?"

"Probably." Otabek blushed, making Yuri blush in turn.

"Do you… want to?" Yuri asked as Otabek rolled off of him. Yuri rolled onto his side to be able to look at him better. Otabek was staring at the ceiling, obviously heavy in thought. "Goodnight." Yuri said, crawling up to the top of the bed and slipping underneath the covers.

"Goodnight." Otabek said after a moment, following suit. He reached up and turned off the light.

They sat in silence for a moment. Otabek had his hands folded over the covers. He listened to Yuri's gentle but harsh breathing, he was still very tired, the cold was taking its toll on him.

Yuri suddenly slid over, burying his face into Otabek's shoulder, finding comfort in his worth. "Goodnight, Beka." He said again, making Otabek smile.

"Goodnight, Yuratchaka." He smiled, closing his eyes, lulled to sleep by the scent of lilies.

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