A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this final chapter has taken so long, life got really busy! But this is the final chapter and I hope you guys love it! Thank you all for the kind and encouraging messages, and for sticking with this until the end!

Yuuri had no idea how he'd gotten himself in to this situation. He had no idea what was even happening. But Celestino was completely passed out, they where two bottles of alcohol down, and a shirtless Victor had his arms flung around Yuuri's neck and shoulders and refused to be dislodged. Yuuri had one hand resting on Victors forearm, but the older skater refused to move it, and Victors other hand had grabbed Yuuri's and was holding it tightly.

No that wasn't right…Yuuri knew exactly how this had happened. Phichit. They'd let Phichit join them. And he'd invited Celestino, who loved a good drink just as much as Victor. They'd become instant friends. One bottle in Victor had complained of being hot, so Yuuri had told him to take his coat off. You're wearing too many layers for indoors. He'd said, and Victor had shrugged out of his coat. He'd left it crumpled in his chair, so while Victor continued to animatedly talk to Celestino, in between matching him glass for glass, Yuuri had taken Victors coat and neatly laid it over the back of his own chair. The next thing Yuuri knew the second bottle was nearly empty and Victor had muttered something about the heat, and wanting to be close to Yuuri and then proceeded to strip his shirt off. In the middle of the restaurant. Celestino, the sole instigator of the drinking competition, was down for the count and avoiding the havoc he'd wrought, and Yuuri was suddenly trapped in Victors grasp before he could even blink.

Yuuri could feel how red his face was. It was like a furnace and Phichit had his phone out and was taking photos of everything. Luckily for Yuuri, he was more focused on Celestino's inability to hold his liquor. Unluckily for Yuuri, Phichit had called two of their competitors to come and join them and the teenagers where standing there, dumbly staring at the scene. Traumatised. Yuuri hurriedly shook off Victors grip on his hand, raising it to wave at the teens awkwardly.

"I just wanted to meet Victor and….get….a selfie…" Guang Hong said in a daze.

"Um…sorry. Victors had way too much to drink" Yuuri explained to the two stunned boys. Victor started to tug Yuuri backwards towards his chest.

"Let's all go to a hot spring!" Victor slurred.

"Victor what are you saying?" Yuuri laughed awkwardly.

"Hot spring….Hasetsu Hot Springs…great place…." Victor liked the hot springs in Hasetsu. Some of his fondest memories where there. He'd loved the time that he'd spent with Yuuri at Yuuri's parents hot springs, it was where he'd finally gotten Yuuri to open up..where he'd started getting Yuuri to trust him, to relax around him. Where he'd fallen in love with Yuuri. He just needed to tell Yuuri that and hope it would be well received. He was fairly certain Yuuri returned his feelings, but Yuuri was shy and he had a barrier to keep most people out. He'd let Victor in, but Victor had to tread carefully, go slowly so he didn't spook him. They'd been making progress. Drunk Victor knew all of this, but drunk Victor didn't care. Drunk Victor missed having baths with Yuuri in the hot springs and talking about anything and everything. Getting to know Yuuri more and more…being let in more and more. And then laughing with Yuuri's family and the guests as they watched shows Victor didn't understand, Yuuri translating for him as best he could from his position close to Victor on the couch. Drunk Victor wanted to be close to Yuuri like that…right..now.

Yuuri focused back on Victor, ignoring the two teenagers. Yuuri was momentarily relieved when Victors naked chest wasn't pressed quite so close to him in such a public place. But when he turned to see why Victor had relinquished his grip, and what he was babbling about, his face flamed even more.

"VICTOR! Don't strip!" he cried as Victor started to take his pants off. "Hey! Someone help!" he cried desperately. But he was too late. A now fully naked Victor sat beside him babbling on about hot springs over and over. Yuuri threw his arms around Victors neck to keep him seated.

"Phichit…his pants….get his pants….NOW PHICHIT NOW" Yuuri screeched at his friend who'd turned at Yuuri's cries for help. "Put this on Instagram and I'll end you" he added darkly. Phichit just laughed at him and slid out of the booth to retrieve Victors pants from where they'd landed on Leo. Poor Guang Hong had Victors underwear lying across his hair. The both of them where steadily looking down at their phones as if afraid to look up again. Yuuri turned back to Victor and came face to face with a butt naked Russian skater. He gulped. He studiously refused to look down.

"They must have a hot springs here, let's find one Yuuri!" Victor said excitedly.

"No Victor. There are no hot springs, we're in the middle of a restaurant!" Yuuri hissed at him, looking around to make sure none of the other patrons had noticed what was happening in their formerly quiet little corner. "Put your damn clothes back on!" he hissed again, just as Victors underwear hit him in the chest having been thrown by Phichit. "Put those back on! NOW!" he ordered.

"I just wanted to have a bath with you again Yuuri!" Victor said plaintively, doing as Yuuri asked and pulling his underwear back on. Yuuri tried really, really hard not to look, but he may have…accidentally of course, caught a glimpse. A very….interesting glimpse. Victor finished and looked up in time to have his pants hit him in the face. Victor grabbed hold of them and turned to look at Yuuri.

"Pants too?" he asked with a pout.

"Yes!" Yuuri snapped. "We are in public, Victor! Anyone could see and then we'll be screwed!" Yuuri said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"So if we weren't in public-"

"PUT YOUR DAMN PANTS ON" Yuuri whisper yelled at him. Victor reluctantly complied.

"There…I did it Yuuri! I'm dressed!" Victor said proudly. Yuuri scowled at him.

"Where is your SHIRT" Yuuri gestured to the naked expanse of Victors chest. Ignoring the visible muscles as they moved under Victors skin. Victor leaned in close, squinting at Yuuri's face.

"Oh" He said sadly, "You're mad at me." Victor pouted.

"Shirt Victor! Put your shirt back on! We could get kicked out!" Yuuri said, frantically looking for Victors shirt among the carnage that was their booth.

"Don't be mad at me, I'll kiss it better" Victor said.

"Wh-wh-wha-what?!" Yuuri shrieked, turning to Victor, his face practically on fire. But before Victor could respond, or make good on his promise, Phichit's voice interrupted them.

"Your face is so red in all these photos of you with naked Victor Yuuri!" Phichit laughed from somewhere behind them. "That's my Yuuri, shy as always!"

"PHICHIT YOU CAN'T UPLOAD THOSE." Yuuri yelled at his best friend.

"Yeah yeah…" Phichit mumbled

Victor, annoyed at the interruption decided to regain Yuuri's attention and….mark his territory as it where. Victor usually had better control of his emotions and reactions, but drunk Victor didn't give a damn. Drunk Victor wouldn't stand for anyone else calling Yuuri their Yuuri. He was Victors Yuuri. My Yuuri. Victor pounced while Yuuri was distracted. He slid one hand in to Yuuri's hair, and the other around his waist, pressing his very naked chest to Yuuri's. Yuuri froze, afraid to move…and not entirely sure what to do with his hands. Part of him knew he should push Victor away, the man was drunk after all, but the other part wanted to pull him closer.

Victor slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder, eyes narrowed in Phichit's direction, his cheek pressed to Yuuri's knocking the other mans glasses askew. Phichit had his phone out and had no doubt just taken a photo of the two of them and everything that had been happening. Victors eyes where having trouble focusing completely but he thought the other skater might have actually taken a selfie with them too. Whatever. Let the world know Yuuri is mine. No-one else can have him. He's mine. All mine. Victor thought. Then realised Phichit couldn't hear him.

"My Yuuri!" Victor said forcefully.

"What?" Yuuri choked behind him. Phichit looked equally confused.

"He's not your Yuuri, he's mine!" Victor had seen Yuuri and Phichit, and how Yuuri interacted so easily with Phichit, not like how it had been with he and Victor in the beginning. How it still sometimes was. Victor had pushed his jealousy down, not wanting to upset Yuuri and because he knew he was being ridiculous. He and Yuuri had grown closer and closer and Victor knew it was a matter of time before something happened between them. Before they where together as Victor had been wishing since the banquet. But a small part of himself couldn't help but wonder if anything had ever happened between the two friends, or if Phichit had feelings for Yuuri…or Yuuri for Phichit. After seeing Yuuri's reaction to his naked body, Victor was more convinced than ever that Yuuri had feelings for him. And only him. But Phichit needed to know…everyone needed to know!

"You…you and the beansprout with the silly hair….Meme…no….Enanee….no….Mee…aaa….meee…"

"Minami?" Yuuri chimed in from behind him.

"Yes! That one. Phichit….Minami….world…..Yuuri is mine! My. Yuuri! Not yours….MINE!"

"Dude you're sounding a little bit Gollum-y" an American voice chimed in from the sidelines. Victor ignored it. He was going to show the world or at least, all of Phichits followers, that he and Yuuri belonged together. Victor turned back to face Yuuri and leaned in, his lips aimed right for Yuuri's. Closer….closer….closer…..a shadow fell over them and Yuuri's head whipped to the side. Victors lips landed on his cheek and he heard a laugh ring out behind them. He turned to glare at Phichit again.

Yuuri stared up at the very angry looking Chinese man standing next to them. He swallowed.

"This isn't what it looks!" he exclaimed.

The restaurant owner didn't care that it 'wasn't what it looked like', he didn't want their excuses. Once Victors shirt had been located and put back on him, they'd all been thrown out of the restaurant. Yuuri helped Victor in to his coat, like a small child, one arm at a time and then buttoned it up for him, before turning to follow after Leo, Guang Hong and Phichit who where all near enough carrying Celestino back to the hotel. Victor grabbed on to Yuuri's arm hugging it tightly.

"Love meeeeeeeee" he whined pitifully. Yuuri sighed.

"I do Victor" he murmured under his breath. "You know you're going to have a really bad hangover right?" he said louder. Victor pouted.

"Don't care. Now everyone knows!" Yuuri frowned at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Drunk Victor made sure everyone knew that Yuuri was mine!" Yuuri rolled his eyes.

"Seriously?" Yuuri was well aware, like Victor, that Phichit would end up posting at least one of the photos on his Instagram….the question was when. A small part of Yuuri hoped his best friend would refrain entirely…but previous experience crushed that hope.

"You are mine right?" Victor said quietly. Yuuri sighed again. Victor looked so….adorable. Looking at him eyes all big and…and…vulnerable.

"Yes Victor, I'm yours" Victor cheered suddenly, startling Yuuri, and Yuuri found himself walking back to the hotel with a giggling Russian glued to his side, arms wrapped tight around him. They made it back to their room without further incident and Yuuri tucked Victor in to bed. Before he could walk to his own bed however, Victors hand shot out to grab the bottom of his shirt.

"Yuuri?"

"Yeah Victor?"

"I'm sorry I made you mad…I'm sorry I drank too much and embarrassed you….I didn't mean to…I just…." Yuuri looked down at Victor, debating with himself for a moment or two. He shook his head, ignoring his thoughts, and pulled the blankets back on Victors bed, sliding in next to him. He hugged the Russian tightly, Victors head resting on his chest.

"It's okay Victor. I understand" and he thought he did. Memories of their time at his parents hot springs flashed through his mind. Victors odd quiet whenever he and Phichit hung out throughout the day, kind of like the odd quiet from Yuuri when Victor and Chris had been hanging out.

"Really?" Victor asked hopefully and Yuuri nodded. They where quiet for a moment. "So….you're still my Yuuri?" Victor said.

"Yes Victor. I'm still your Yuuri" Yuuri confirmed, and Victor sighed happily before snuggling in to Yuuri's chest and drifting off to sleep. Yuuri made sure the Russian was asleep before whispering...

"I'll always be your Yuuri"