Author's Notes: After seeing the Phantom Thief AU art that somachos made on tumblr, I was inspired to write this! Go check out the art! I hope that you all like it! Please let me know ^.~ Obviously I don't own YOI or make any profit!

Translation Notes: According to my googling "spokushki" is a tender way to say goodnight and "spoki" is the way young people prefer to say goodnight in Russian. Please let me know if I am wrong ^.~

Under the Cover of Eros

YOI Phantom Thief AU

Chapter 10 - Holy Shit

Despite Viktor suggestive tone, they took a relatively fast shower. Viktor insisted on washing Yuuri, much to the embarrassment of the blushing Asian. It was there in the bright light of the bathroom that Viktor was able to see Yuuri more clearly. While they had been very naked on the bed, the lights had been off. Only now could Viktor truly appreciate how toned his lover was.

Yuuri, bless him, was covering his eyes and protesting Viktor's gentle caresses. Viktor watched as the water cascaded down Yuuri's chiseled abs and disappeared in a tuff of dark hair above his groin. The way his darker skin glistened in the spray from the shower was making Viktor hot all over again. He ordered himself to focus and not reach out to grab Yuuri's muscular thighs or squeeze his cute little ass. No, Viktor needed to get this man clean and then check in on his nephew. Priorities!

"Ok ok Viktor I can wash myself!" Yuuri squealed when he felt Viktor's hand sliding too far south. Yuuri thought that if Viktor really wanted to 'just take a quick rinse' and check on Yurio, then he should just clean himself. The way that Viktor was lovingly washing him clean, was making it difficult for Yuuri not to become aroused again. He was trying his hardest to think of anything and everything not sexy at the moment. Dancing injuries, Viktor's ass, food that is too hot and burns your tongue, Viktor's velvety tongue, abandoned puppies, Viktor's puppy dog eyes, DAMN IT! Clearly it wasn't working. He finally had to slap Viktor's hand away and shove the Russian out of the shower. "You're clean enough! Go and check on your nephew while I finish up!"

Viktor pouted but ultimately felt that it was for the best. If he stayed in the shower any longer with Yuuri, well they wouldn't be getting out of the bathroom for a while. He dried off, threw on his fluffy white bathrobe, and walked down to his nephew's room. "Yurio, can I come in?" He asked while he knocked politely on the door.

"Go away you gross old man!" Yurio shrieked.

"I just want to talk for a second, I'm coming in," Viktor announced as he turned the knob and found it unlocked, a clear sign that his nephew really did want to talk after all. Over the years, Viktor had learned how to decipher Yurio's behavior. He was a truly emotional and sensitive boy, though the angsty teen would rather die than let anyone know it. Viktor loved his nephew, even if he didn't always understand the grumpy youth. "Yurio, are you alright? I thought that you were spending the night at Otabek's house?" Viktor asked as he walked into the leopard printed catastrophe that was his nephew's bedroom.

"I'm fine, I just didn't want to spend the night over at that loser's house!" Yurio yelled in teen rage while looking down at his phone, obstinately avoiding eye contact. He had been crying and didn't want his gross, nosey uncle to notice.

Viktor noticed. He could tell that Yurio had been crying and he knew that his nephew didn't want him to draw attention to it, so he didn't. "Ok, if you want to talk about it, I'm here," Viktor pressed a soft kiss on top of his nephew's head and turned to leave. "Spokushki," he said from the doorway.

"Thanks, spoki," Yurio grumbled as Viktor grinned and shut the door behind him.

"Anno Vitya, could I borrow some clothes?" Yuuri asked while heavily blushing. He was standing in the living room with just a towel around his waist.

Viktor could really get used to seeing Yuuri getting out of the shower. Something about Yuuri being with him like this was so wonderfully domestic and comfortable, he never wanted Yuuri to leave. "Of course solnyshko, (a wail of 'gross!' could be heard from Yurio's room) come with me," Viktor smiled and chuckled slightly at his nephew's amusing behavior. He lead Yuuri back to his bedroom and over to his closet. It took Viktor a few minutes to find a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that would somewhat fit the slighter man.

"Thanks," Yuuri mumbled quickly and then snuck off back to the bathroom to change.

Viktor practically skipped to his kitchen. After a romp in the sheets, people usually felt peckish, so he decided to make Yuuri and himself a little snack. Yuuri had said that he loved him! Viktor still couldn't believe it! He would have to have a deeper conversation with his solnyshko soon. Viktor needed to explain his feelings and was dying to hear Yuuri's. As he pulled out a bag of bread, the buzzer rang. Wondering who could be here at this hour, he walked over to the wall mounted intercom. "Hello?" He asked.

"Umm hello? Mr. Nikiforov? This is Otabek, Otabek Atlin, your nephew's friend."

"Oh! Come on up," Viktor said and pressed the buzzer to open the front door.

"What's up?" Yuuri asked as he walked into the front room and saw Viktor at the intercom with a knife in his hand.

Viktor spun around to look at his boyfriend and he felt his face heat up. Yuuri was standing there with his hand behind his head wearing Viktor's Sochi Olympics t-shirt and black under armor sweats. The shirt was too big and hung down his shoulder slightly. The sweatpants were barley hanging onto those enticing hips and his hair was all messy from the shower. He looked so good, Viktor just wanted to gobble him up! He blinked hard and then smiled. "Yurio's little friend is coming up," Viktor explained as he made his way back to the kitchen. He continued making some sandwiches and then looked back up at Yuuri. "You look so hot, I'm really digging the whole 'wearing your boyfriend's clothes' thing solnyshko," he winked.

"Sh shut up," Yuuri stuttered as he blushed all the way to his toes. Just then there was a soft knock at the door.

"Be a dear and get that for me will you?" Viktor asked without looking up from his task.

Yuuri shuffled over and opened the front door. Standing in the hallway was a handsome young boy with black hair styled in an undercut and dark worried eyes. Yuuri motioned for the young man to enter.

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Nikiforov?" Otabek mumbled as he walked in cautiously. He had never seen an Asian man here before and he was confused to say the least. When Otabek noted that the Asian man was attractive and wearing clothes that clearly didn't belong to him, he quickly realized what the situation must be.

"Over here," Viktor waved from the kitchen as Otabek walked in. "Hungry? I made sandwiches," Viktor smiled as he breezed into the living room with a tray full of snacks. When he saw the confused look on the boy's face and the glances over at Yuuri, Viktor smacked his own forehead. "Oh my goodness, where are my manners? Otabek this is Yuuri Katsuki, my boyfriend," he introduced them and wrapped an arm around Yuuri. "Solnyshko, this is Otabek Atlin, Yurio's friend."

"Nice to meet you Otabek," Yuuri smiled and offered his hand.

"Nice to meet you too Mr. Catski," Otabek said as he shook Yuuri's hand. He spoke fluent Russian and didn't quite understand why Mr. Nikiforov would use a child's pet name for his boyfriend, but then again Mr. Nikiforov was sorta odd to begin with.

"It's kaah zoo key, Katsuki! You idiot!" Yurio corrected as he made his appearance from the shadows. He had heard his meddlesome uncle let Otabek up and had slinked into the hallway a few minutes ago. "And what the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you that I didn't want to see your stupid face again!" He spat.

Otabek turned to face Yurio and a small smile appeared on his face. "I'm glad you're ok, you weren't answering your phone and I was worried about you," he said as if Yurio hadn't just insulted him.

"Asshole! I'm not some helpless chick!" Yurio screamed. He was rapidly getting more angry. He had told the stupid jerk to leave him alone and here he was standing in Yurio's house! What an ass!

"I know, but you're pretty and it's dangerous at night Yura," Otabek said with a straight face. He was dead serious, someone as pretty as Yura wasn't safe walking the streets alone at night in the city.

"Don't call me pretty, you dick! I'm a man! A MAN!" Yurio bellowed and dashed down the hall with flushed cheeks. A second later, he slammed the bathroom door so loudly that the walls shook.

"Trouble in paradise?" Viktor asked as he chewed a piece of sandwich. He was used to these little spats, so he wasn't fazed one bit.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, it's all my fault," Otabek said with a strained voice as he looked at the floor.

"What happened this time?" Viktor asked as he offered a sandwich to Yuuri silently. Yuuri shook his head no and gave Viktor an annoyed look.

"I . . . I told him I liked him," Otabek admitted and took a deep breath. "And then I kissed him," he whispered. When no one said anything he looked up to face the older men. "Then he slapped me and called me gross and said he was taking Makkachin home and said he didn't want to see my stupid face ever again," he explained and looked Viktor right in the eye with a serious look.

Yuuri was speechless, he didn't understand what was going on or why Viktor didn't even look alarmed. He decided that it wasn't his business, so he kept still and quiet. Now that he thought about it though, he was hungry, so he took a sandwich off of the tray that Viktor was holding.

"Oh? About time," Viktor gave a knowing wink which made Otabek blush lightly. "He likes you too you know, he just doesn't know how to show it," Viktor said and sat the tray down on a side table after he saw Yuuri finally take some food. He smiled warmly at the boy, placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders, and leaned down to his eye level. "You know he's been through a lot and emotions are difficult for him. He's probably worried that if something happens, he could loose his only friend," Viktor said calmly while looking straight into Otabek's eyes.

"I never thought of it like that," Otabek muttered and then fixed Viktor with a relieved expression. "Thank you Mr. Nikiforov," he nodded as Viktor took a step back. "I'm sorry that it's so late, but do you mind if wait in Yura's room till he is done in the shower? I really need to talk to him for a minute." Otabek asked hopefully, he didn't want to leave without clearing things up first.

Viktor smiled and extended his arm in the direction that Yurio had fled. "No problem, go right ahead."

"Thank you sir," Otabek said solemnly with a slight bow and then headed down the hall.

"Wow, he seems like a polite young man," Yuuri whispered to Viktor once Otabek was out of earshot. Being born in Japan and later growing up in Detroit, Yuuri was aware that unfortunately children here usually weren't well versed in proper manners. It was refreshing to see a young teenager show appropriate respect to their elders.

"Oh he is," Viktor smiled and wrapped his arms around Yuuri from behind. "He is the first and only friend that Yurio has made here. Ever since his parents died, he has found it difficult to let new people into his life. You and Otabek are really the only exceptions."

Yuuri was taken aback that he had been included. He had always thought that Yurio didn't care for him all that much. The grumpy teen certainly had a very standoffish personality to say the least. But even in the studio, Yuuri could tell that despite his gruff attitude, Yurio was a good kid. Yuuri admired Viktor more than he could say for taking Yurio in after his parents died. It was a true testament to Viktor's kind heart and gentle soul. "You know Vitya, Yurio is a good kid deep down and he loves you so much," Yuuri mumbled into Viktor's strong embrace.

Viktor was constantly concerned that he was somehow failing his dearly deceased brother and sister in law in some way with how poorly he was raising their son. He was always worried that he was a horrible guardian, but hearing Yuuri say that Yurio loved him and he was a good kid, made Viktor relieved and proud. He squeezed Yuuri tighter and placed a kiss in his damp raven locks. "Thank you Yuuri, it means so much to me to hear that, you have no idea. I try, really I do, but I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. I just want Yurio to be happy," he sighed. "I know that he has a foul mouth and a quick temper, but I still see the sweet little boy that he used to be inside of him. When he was younger and his parents were alive, he was gentle and a quiet. After his parents died, he became loud and angry. I didn't know what to do, so I just let him know that I would never leave him and that he was safe with me. We left St Petersburg and our old lives in Russia behind and came to the US for a fresh start. Things were really difficult at first, but thankfully my brother had insisted that Yurio learn English at a young age, so at least language was no barrier for him." Viktor released Yuuri, took his hand, and pulled him over to the sofa. They sat down next to each other, still holding hands.

"It must have been difficult to raise a young child after you two had suffered such a loss, and all by yourself," Yuuri said with a sympathetic smile as he rubbed his thumb against the back of Viktor's hand. "I can't even imagine what that must have been like for the two of you." He also couldn't imagine a sweet and quiet Yurio.

"It was a rough couple of years," Viktor nodded. "Luckily Yakov's wife, Lilia, helped me with babysitting from time to time. She also helped the clueless twenty two year old me with understanding some basics about being Yurio's guardian. I honestly couldn't have done it without her help those first few years."

Yuuri tried to picture himself at twenty two, taking care of a ten year old nephew, but failed to wrap his head around the concept. The thought that Viktor had basically given up everything for his nephew almost made Yuuri cry. Makkachin's innate ability to sense when someone was in need of comfort must have kicked in, because just then he leapt up onto the sofa. The fluffy poodle, with no concept of his size, plopped himself in between Yuuri and Viktor and licked their joined hands. The two men released their hands and simultaneously pet the adorable mutt's head.

"When Otabek Atlin moved with his parents from Kazakhstan to New York, Yurio made his first friend here. For some reason, the soft spoken Otabek was happy to deal with my feisty nephew. They have been inseparable ever since," Viktor continued as he pet his dog and brushed his hand against Yuuri's. "A few months ago, Otabek asked to speak with me privately. He admitted to me that he had fallen in love with Yurio and he didn't know what to do and didn't want me to be upset with him."

"Wow! Why did he tell you though?" Yuuri's hand stilled on Makkachin's lush fur and he looked up at Viktor with confusion.

"Well he knew that I umm, preferred men, so he thought that I would be the best person to consult," Viktor said nervously. The reason why Otabek knew that was something that Viktor didn't want to discuss with Yuuri, but now it was too late. Yuuri raised one questioning eyebrow at Viktor and the Russian caved with a sigh. "A few years ago, before I met you, I had a boyfriend named Hans," Viktor sighed again and looked down at Makkachin instead of meeting Yuuri's eyes. He scratched behind the poodles ears and reluctantly continued his tale. "Hans and I were together for about six months. One day Otabek came over to see if Yurio wanted to go skateboarding. Hans and I were foolishly making out in the elevator on our way up to my apartment and when the doors opened, there was Otabek and Yurio. Yurio already knew of course so he said his customary 'gross' and Otabek just stared. After an awkward minute, Otabek gave us a thumbs up and then he and Yurio left for the park. I was mortified at the time," Viktor laughed humorlessly.

"So you and Hans, hmm?" Yuuri glared. It was one thing to know that your boyfriend has had past lovers, it was another thing to put a name to them. Yuuri was honestly surprised how quickly he was getting jealous, he had never really been jealous before.

Viktor's head shot up and he waved his hands excitedly in front of him. "It was before we met Yuuri, honest!"

Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle at Viktor's reaction. "It's ok Vitya, I was just giving you a hard time," he reached out and took Viktor's hand and gave a soft smile.

"He cheated on me and we broke up! I was heartbroken and then about eight months later I met you," Viktor continued as if Yuuri hadn't spoken.

"Vitya," Yuuri smiled lovingly at the adorable man in front of him. "I would never cheat on you," he squeezed Viktor's hand for emphasis, "never."

"Yuuri," Viktor's lip quivered and his eyes shone with unshed tears. He needed to come clean, he needed to tell Yuuri everything, it was slowly eating away at his soul. Viktor felt dirty for allowing Eros to get so close and decided that tonight he would lay everything on line. "I have something to tell you, but please let me explain before you say anything, ok?"

…

"Stupid Beka . . " Yurio grumbled as he viciously scrubbed the shampoo out of his hair. "I told myself that we were just friends and . . ." Yurio trailed off mid sentence and let the warm water wash over his blonde hair. He stared down and watched the soap suds being pulled towards the drain. "The idiot wasn't supposed to feel the same way," he grumbled as he leaned his head against the cold tile wall. "Now what am I supposed to do?" Yurio reached up and ghosted his hand over his lips, the same lips that less than an hour ago were being kissed by Beka. In a frustrated huff he lowered his hand and turned off the water.

"Asshole," he grumbled as he opened the shower door and reached for his towel. "Stupid, cute, asshole," Yurio complained as he dried his hair. Once he had toweled off his body, Yurio turned towards the sink. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it of all thoughts. He was in a deeply annoyed state already when he tripped over a something on the floor. "Ow!" He shrieked. "What the hell?" Yurio asked the empty bathroom as he looked down at the foreign object.

He lowered himself and sat down on the plush rug of the bathroom. He rubbed his foot and stared at a faded black duffle bag with the Japanese flag on it. That made it abundantly clear who the bag belonged to, Sensei. Yurio was grumpy and upset and needed a distraction. He looked around the bathroom stupidly to ensure that no one was watching. He rolled his eyes, because clearly he was alone and he had locked the door when he slammed it shut earlier. He gulped and pulled the bag closer to him on the floor. Carefully he unzipped the bag and was greeted with a pair of ice skates. He knew that Sensei liked to ice skate in his free time, so he wasn't surprised. What did peak his interests was what else was in the bag.

"What the?" Yurio said as he reached into the bag to grab something metallic. When he pulled his hand back out of the duffle bag, he was holding a very expensive looking necklace. Yurio examined it, squinting at the brilliant red gem stone that caught the light. He wondered what Sensei was doing with such a thing in basically a gym bag. Then he noticed that something else was sparkling and took out a black bodysuit with rhinestones adorning it. Yurio stood up and looked at himself in the mirror with the costume held in front of him. He had read the articles that 'Uncle Chris' had written, he had watched the news, and he had seen his uncle's police documents spread across the dinning room table, so he knew what the costume was. "Holy Shit! Sensei is Eros!"