Uhhh...Surprise?

So I have finally written a new chapter for you after my completely unintentional hiatus. Sorry about the wait but I hope you are still here to enjoy it!

Chapter title: Death of a Batchelor - Panic! At The Disco


The atmosphere of the ice rink had become a completely different experience after that first night when Makkachin reprised his role as best dog ever. Victor almost regretted giving Yuuri the Eros routine. Almost. The younger skater had definitely gained in confidence and was performing the routine with so much sensuality that Victor didn't ever want anyone else, let alone the whole skating world, to see his Yuuri like that. Although the benefits of seeing Yuuri perform that way multiple times a day outweighed the downfalls by far. The routine had practically been perfected, with Yuuri managing to land most of the jumps every time with only a few little wobbles here and there that would be ironed out with just a bit more practice. The only jump that was still causing him grief was his nemesis, the quad Salchow, which he was still landing poorly and often had to put a hand down to steady himself. The pair of skaters had been working furiously as Phichit was due to be returning the following day and Victor would therefore no longer have a place to stay and had promised Yakov that he would return to Russia to begin his own training.

Yuuri could not get the overwhelming thought of Victor having to leave out of his head as he skated his routine for the last time that evening, before they were due to leave. In response to the toxic thoughts running rampant, he threw his all into the routine to thoroughly seduce Victor, in the futile hope of convincing him to stay. He barely even noticed that he was standing in the centre of the rink, his arms wrapped around his body, as he was caught up in his own fantasy. The sound of Victor's triumphant shouts brought him back to reality.

"Yuuri, you did it!" Victor was looking positively gleeful as Yuuri made his way towards the rink exit.

"What do you mean I did it?"

"You landed every jump Yuuri, even that quad Salchow!" Yuuri stared at him in disbelief.

"I, I did?" Victor jumped into Yuuri's arms and planted a soft kiss to his lips in celebration. Yuuri returned the kiss and held onto Victor tightly. His previous thoughts returned to him and he couldn't hide the small quivers that began to take over his body. Victor pulled back slowly but didn't release his hold on the smaller man.

"Hey now, what's that for? You did so well, I'm so proud of you." Yuuri's body began to shake more and a few muted sobs escaped his lips.

"I just can't get over the fact that you are leaving tomorrow. I don't know what I'm going to do. I only just got you and I don't even really know what we are right now but I don't want you to go." Yuuri exclaimed with rising hysteria, and Victor led him over to the benches at the side of the rink to sit down and pulled Yuuri into his embrace once again.

"I know. I don't want to leave either. I've enjoyed being here with you and I am going to miss you so much. But, we will see each other again in competitions, right? You know I'm only just a phone call away from you." Victor began to trace his fingers over the soft material of Yuuri's shirt sleeve, the repetitive motion and soft words helping to ground the frantic skater. "As for what we are, well, I guess I've come to think of us as boyfriends." Victor paused for a second to let the phrase sink in but continued on hastily. "I know that it might be too soon for you, and that long distance relationships can be hard, but I really do adore you, my Yuuri, and I can't bear the thought of leaving you without making sure you aren't going to disappear from me somehow," Yuuri cut of his rambling speech with a soft, somewhat shaky, kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere." The tears glimmered from the corners of his eyes like stars. "I like the sound of 'boyfriends' too, boyfriend." Victor let out a huffed laugh before leaning back in for another kiss. They were jolted out of their intimate moment by a sudden loud voice echoing around the room from the tannoy system.

"Uh, I hate to ruin the moment guys, but public hours are going to be starting soon so you are probably going to want to get a move on." The receptionist on the front desk had become something of a friend to the pair and was the first to notice the change in their relationship dynamic the first day they walked into the rink holding hands and with huge smiles on their faces. Both Victor and Yuuri giggled slightly as they moved away from one another and started to pack up Yuuri's sports bag with the occasional brush of fingers.

Once everything had been collected up, the two skaters walked out to the lobby hand-in-hand. They bid their farewells, and Victor's final goodbye, to the receptionist who gave them a cheeky wink and a wave, before starting the walk home.

The energy between the two men had changed during the walk back to Yuuri's apartment. Both men had become significantly more aware of the lack of time left together and this had led to them stumbling up the stairs, hands shaking as the door key was pushed into the lock, fingers twinging into strands of hair and grasping to the skin at the nape of a neck as Yuuri was pulled into Victor's body in a heated kiss the second the door closed behind them. The unusual lack of Makkachin's immediate welcome wasn't even acknowledged as the pair were wrapped up in one another's kiss. Victor's hands were clasped at the back of Yuuri's head, while Yuuri's were clawing at Victor's shoulders through his shirt when they both simultaneously froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly, staring at each other in shock and confusion.

"Hello boys, lovely day for it."

Victor and Yuuri sprang apart and spun to look further into the room. They were met with the sight of Phichit sat on the sofa with a devious smirk while Makkachin was curled up around his legs, wagging his tail frantically.


After Yuuri managed to regain the ability to speak after becoming so embarrassed, the three skaters sat together in the living area, Makkachin on the floor in front of them, with Phichit eyeing up the other two, who were sat so close that their sides may have well been fused together, with a curious smile.

"So," Yuuri couldn't hold the younger's gaze and turned his eyes away with a blush. "How long has this been going on then?" Yuuri buried his face into a cushion he had grabbed, so the older man took charge of the explanation.

"Uh, well it's been a few weeks I guess but we only made it official so to say, this afternoon." Victor watched Phichit with a cautious gaze but could see the delight in his eyes.

"Yuuri! I'm so happy for you!" Yuuri slowly emerged from the cushion to meet his best friend's gaze. "Really I should have guessed this was coming, what with your obsession, all the posters and copying his routines." Phichit wasn't deterred by the panicked look on Yuuri's face as he was rambling on but he was cut off by Victor.

"Posters?" Phichit looked over at Yuuri incredulously.

"You mean you haven't shown him?" Yuuri shook his head slowly, face lighting up in red once more. "Oops." Victor started bounding up and down on the sofa and grabbed Yuuri's hands.

"You have posters? Of me?" Yuuri didn't respond but Phichit nodded excitedly. "Oh Yuuri, that's so cute! I want to see them. Right now." Yuuri mumbled out an inaudible response, but Phichit spoke up again.

"I know I'm here a day early, so where are you going to sleep tonight Victor?" Yuuri's blush instantly deepened by a few shades at the innuendo in Phichit's tone.

"Oh don't worry, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight." Victor placated the situation effortlessly after noticing that Yuuri wasn't comfortable with the suggestive nature of Phichit's request. In fact, despite their new found closeness, the pair hadn't shared a bed again since Yuuri's meltdown after Makkachin's arrival.

"Hmmm, ok then. Well I think I'm going to hit the hay because I'm extremely jetlagged and I have no idea what day of the week it is right now. There's pizza in the fridge by the way." Phichit mused before standing up, waving to the pair on the sofa, and shuffling down the hallway and into his room, shutting the door behind him.

Victor immediately springs up and grabs the cold pizza from the fridge, bringing it over to share with Yuuri. The pair are comfortable wrapped in their silence for the time being, reflecting on the past few hours, before the hour becomes late and Victor calls for an early night. Yuuri grabs a spare blanket out of his wardrobe and gives it to victor who remained sat on the sofa with Makkachin who had moved up to lie at his feet. Yuuri draped the blanket over his boyfriend and tucked the edges around Makkachin, before returning to give Victor a brief kiss then headed to his own room and got into bed, unshed tears fogging his vision.

Not too long after, the beam of light coming into Yuuri's room widened as the door was pushed open. A fluffy mass jumped on the bad and nosed at Yuuri until he opened his arms to allow Makkachin to comfort him. Makkachin licked at his face and distracted Yuuri as the door opened once more before closing completely. Yuuri's back dipped as the mattress took on an extra weight, before a pair of pale arms wrapped around Yuuri's torso, and a feather light kiss was placed in his hair. Yuuri shifted his weight backwards into Victor's body before falling asleep with his head resting over the taller man's heart.


The airport was small but crowded. Thousands of conversations were being held in the lobby by the check in desks, but none seemed quite as important as the one Yuuri and Victor were faced with. The taxi ride to the airport had been quiet, with Phichit distracting Makkachin while the couple basked in their final few hours together. Before they could put off the inevitable any longer, Victor's flight's check in desk had opened and it was time to say goodbye. Victor grasped Yuuri's neck and held him close against his body.

"This isn't the end Мой дорогой. I promise we will see each other again soon." Yuuri could no longer contain his tears and they began to snake their way down his cheeks to be absorbed off of his chin by Victor's shirt. The final call for luggage check in was announced and Yuuri had to let Victor go.

"Th- Thank you." Yuuri said, voice shaking. "Thank you for everything you have done." Victor placed his hand on Yuuri's cheek.

"You are more than welcome. Practice that routine lots for me okay? I want to see you beat me the next time we meet." Victor pulled Yuuri close for one final kiss before taking Makkachin's lead from Phichit and hauling the whining dog away, looking back for a last glimpse before turning a corner and out of Yuuri's sight.

Phichit pulled a shaking Yuuri against him in a comforting hug before gently directing him back towards the taxis. Once they had climbed inside, Phichit gave the driver their address and tunred to his housemate.

"So, what is this I hear about a new routine?" he asked gently. Yuuri broke down into waves of uncontrollable sobs as the taxi took them away from the airport.

Away from Victor.


I hope you enjoyed this and that it was worth the wait. Feel free to express your opinions in a comment and/or follow/favourite it now that I'm hoping to back updating more regularly again.

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