Viktor and Yuuri were in the hospital van heading to the dance studio. It has been a week since their last time there, where Yuuri and Viktor danced. Yuuri was doing better. He was back to himself, minus waking up in the middle of the night screaming. The nightmares still came but were thankfully lessening. Viktor had increased their amount of talk-therapy sessions for the week to help Yuuri through, and the medications Dr. Feltsman prescribe seemed like they were working.

When they arrived, Yuuri glanced towards the spot on the floor where they were first together. Heat filled his body and rose up to his cheeks, making them red.

Viktor noticed where Yuuri was looking. "Are you blushing, my Yuuri?" Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist from behind and placed small kisses along his neck. With that action, it only made Yuuri blush even harder, hiding his face in his hands. Viktor let go of him laughing.

However, Viktor was thinking the same thing Yuuri was. Reminiscing that day, that moment. Viktor has had his fair share of partners in the past, but none like Yuuri. It was different, he didn't know how to describe it, other than different. He craved him now, wanting to touch him, hold him, kiss him, anything. He held back in the past week, not wanting to get caught by anyone and especially not making the same mistake he made the night of the incident. Viktor wonders if what they did last week, could have been a mistake, but Yuuri hasn't shown any indication otherwise, so he kept those thoughts to himself.

They went through their warm up exercises, both getting very distracted. The other catching the other watching and blushing. The blushing was usually done by Yuuri. "Okay." Viktor clapped his hands together. "Shall we work on your free skate? Celestino said last week that you have a little over a month to get ready for competition. I know its not a lot of time and you don't get a lot of time to practice, but we can do this."

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I-I actually started thinking about some ideas." Yuuri looked sheepishly at the floor.

"You have! Oh, this is exciting! We can put our ideas together and create the most amazing routine for you! I'm so excited!" Viktor started pirouetting and hopping around Yuuri in anticipation. What he was more excited about, but would not say it out loud to Yuuri, was that he was now starting to get his motivation back. Those three haunting words, 'What's the point?', were not even mentioned again.

"Okay, okay, settle down, Viktor. You're going to run out of energy before we even start."

"Never!" Viktor picked up Yuuri from underneath his butt, his arms wrapped around his thighs and swung him around. Yuuri giggled and pretended to hit Viktor on the shoulders. When he put him back on the ground, he planted a big wet kiss on Yuuri's cheek. "Love you."

Yuuri blushed. "Love you too. Now get the song set up." Yuuri was surprised how easy those words came out now. It was as easy as saying 'hello' to someone. Those words just seemed right.

Viktor plugged in his phone and soon his free program resonated through the speakers, slightly dampening the light-hearted mood they were both in, but they needed to get down to business. They listened to the song once and decided that Viktor would dance to it showing his ideas to Yuuri and then Yuuri would do the same.

Viktor placed himself in the middle of the floor getting into position. It dawned on Yuuri, that he hasn't seen Viktor dance. He danced with him, and saw him do a few Ballet moves, but not dance solo, not where he could sit and watch him. Excitement bubbled up in Yuuri.

(Coldrain – The Story [Acoustic])

Viktor started dancing, twisting, turning, jumping, and spinning across the dance floor. Yuuri couldn't take his eyes off him. His extensions, his leaps, his lines, everything about Viktor's dancing was flawless and it captivated Yuuri.

No wonder he was the principal dancer. He's absolutely… incredible. I-I...

The music finished along with Viktor's dancing. A stab of sadness filled Yuuri at that thought, he could sit and watch him all day. Beads of sweat dripped from Viktor's forehead, splashing onto the floor as he made his way over to Yuuri.

"What do you think?" Viktor asked panting from exertion.

"Perfect." Yuuri said still in awe of Viktor. "Your dancing is... is... amazing! I... I..."

Viktor blushed at Yuuri's reaction. It was rare to see Viktor blush, so he savoured it. "Thank you, Yuuri." Viktor said taking a bow. "But what did you think of the choreography? Anything you liked or want to use?"

"Oh... right. I loved it all. Some of it I may have to change and adapt to the ice. But it was a beautiful piece."

Viktor blushed again. "Thanks. I'm not too sure how to choreograph for figure skating, so I kind of stuck to what I know."

Yuuri shook his head. "No, no. Don't worry about that. Sometimes I do the same thing. I create a dance and then interpret it to the ice."

Viktor smiled his big bold smile. "Well, now let's see what you got." Viktor said as he wiped his face with a towel.

"Are you nuts! I'm not showing you anything. Yours was perfect, I can't compete with you!" Yuuri waved his arms back and forth wildly.

Viktor tilted his head to the side. "Do you honestly not see how good you are? Yuuri, your dancing and skating is incredible. I love watching you perform. I see you dance and you create music with your body." Viktor ran his hands down Yuuri's sides, eliciting a shiver from him. "I get completely enthralled in your performance. I know I can't be the only one."

"I'm not as good as you are." Yuuri said quietly into Viktor's chest.

Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist. "Don't compare me to you. I'm not a professional... anymore and this isn't a competition. Your talented enough to win gold, Yuuri. How don't you see that?" Viktor stroked the side of his cheek with the back of his knuckles, sliding down until he turned his hand and cupped the side and back of Yuuri's neck. He leaned down and placed a gentle chaste kiss to his lips. Viktor pulled away and could see tears welling up in Yuuri's eyes. "Now, can you please show me what you've come up with. I want to watch you dance."

Yuuri rolled his eyes. "Fine." He scoffed. Yuuri brushed past Viktor to go to the middle of the floor. As he walked by, Viktor gave him a smack on the ass. Yuuri jumped and gave a little yelp. He turned to see Viktor grinning and then wink at him. Yuuri shook his head in dismay, as he rubbed his smacked ass cheek.

Viktor started the music, and Yuuri started to dance. Viktor sat on the floor with his back against the wall with his knees drawn up. He rested his chin on his knees and his eyes followed Yuuri across the dance floor. His face softened and was in a dreamlike state.

How can he not see how amazing he is? I know he's insecure, but if he could only see what I see.

Yuuri finished and posed at the end. Viktor leaped up from his seat and bounded his way over to Yuuri, clapping wildly. "That was fantastic, Yuuri!" He gathered him into a tight embrace. Yuuri looked embarrassed and blushed. "I think you should do your routine that you created, its more… you." Viktor set a small kiss on the tip of Yuuri's nose.

"No, I think I want to mush them together. Take elements from mine and yours to create one."

"That's a great idea! May I ask why? Especially when yours is so much better."

"The song is about overcoming your inner battles and not letting them control you. I could not and cannot do that without you Viktor. You're part of my story." Yuuri's brown eyes met with the calming sea blue of Viktor's. The blue eyes welled up with tears and he squeezed Yuuri tighter in his arms, burying his face in the crook of Yuuri's neck. Yuuri could feel wetness form on his shoulder.

"A-Are you crying, Viktor?" Yuuri asked, gently stroking the man's hair.

"No. I just have something in my eye." Viktor muffled back.

Yuuri giggled. "Alright, Viktor. Whatever you say." Yuuri kissed the side of his head in his hair.

For the next couple hours, they worked together on the routine until it was finished. Both choosing different elements they liked the best from both their routines and putting them in the song. When they were finished, they had enough time to practice a few run throughs. They danced side by side executing the routine they created together. During the time spent at the dance studio, Viktor noted the smiles and laughs Yuuri expressed, more than he's ever seen. His heart swelled at the sight of Yuuri returning and coming out stronger than before.

They finished up, both dripping with sweat. "Viktor?"

"Yes, Yuuri?" Viktor replied, taking a drink of water.

"C-Can I t-take a shower here?" Yuuri twisted his towel in his hands, wringing it and then smoothing it out. "The shower at the hospital is terrible, there's barely any hot water and the water pressure sucks..." Yuuri rambled on.

"Yuuri… Yuuri… Yuuri!" Viktor tried interrupting him. Yuuri stopped talking, realizing he was rambling. "Its alright, Yuuri. Of course, you can shower here. You don't have to be scared to ask me." Viktor rubbed his hands up and down Yuuri's arms, in an effort to calm him.

"Sorry." Yuuri looked down in shame.

"Don't be." Viktor lifted his chin with his forefinger and thumb, placing a kiss on his nose, eliciting a smile from Yuuri.

Yuuri turned to gather his stuff from his bag, he already packed some shampoo and body wash. The change room was like any typical change room at a gym or studio. Lockers were lined up against the one wall with benches in front of them. To the right was the private change rooms and beyond that were the communal showers, with each stall separated by a half wall. He hung his towel on the hook at the end of the half wall and stepped into the shower.

Perfect.

Yuuri sighed and enjoyed the hot water and high pressure loosening his muscles. He grabbed his body wash from it's place on the half wall. He started lathering his arms and chest, when he felt arms go around his waist, startling him. "Need help?" Viktor whispered into his ear as he pressed his body against Yuuri's back. Yuuri could feel that Viktor was half ready pressed to his backside. Viktor had watched him undress and step into the shower, his face showing pure bliss. The sight made Viktor, want him and think of all the things he wanted to do to him.

Viktor ran his hands along his stomach and chest, spreading the soap around. Yuuri put his head back to rest on Viktor's shoulders, releasing a moan. His hands left marks of heat across Yuuri's body. Viktor's hands moved to his back, he pressed and massaged his fingers into the tight knots on his shoulders and neck. Yuuri bent his head down to allow him better access, moaning out Viktor's name. After Viktor loosened the knots, he kissed up and down the back of his neck going along to the side, his hands slid down to his hips, pulling him back to him.

Yuuri could feel himself getting hard and could feel Viktor getting harder pressed against him. Viktor slipped his hands to the front of Yuuri, grabbing onto his half-hardened member and rubbing it slowly, feeling it get firmer with each pass. Soft moans escaped Yuuri's lips. Feeling bold, he pushed his ass into Viktor's front, touching his hardened length slide along his cheeks. Viktor groaned, the sensation Yuuri grind against him, left a tingling heat. Yuuri, reached his arm to wrap around the back of Viktor's head, feeling his hot breath along his neck.

More, Viktor needed more. Craved more. He took his other hand and he stepped back. With Yuuri's, back arched and his ass towards him, Viktor easily slid a finger in his entrance, while he continued to rub his hard length. The soap added to the lubricant needed to easily slip inside. Yuuri moaned loudly with the feeling of Viktor's finger sliding in and out.

"More… ah… more…" Yuuri moaned out. Viktor added a second finger, stretching and scissoring, until he was able to add a third. He turned Yuuri around to face him, satisfied that he was stretched enough, he turned him around and placed his hands under Yuuri's ass and picked him up. His legs instinctively went around Viktor's waist. He suddenly felt the cold tile on his back making him hiss in a breath. Viktor guided with his hands on the back of Yuuri's thighs, pulling them up to go higher on his waist. With Yuuri in a better position, he steered his cock to Yuuri's hole and pushed in slowly. Feeling him stretch to accommodate him tightly. Yuuri moaned out, scratching his nails along Viktor's back, as he was getting filled by him.

Viktor gripped and groped Yuuri's ass as he moved in and out of him in a slow and steady rhythm. "Faster… ah… Viktor… Faster." Yuuri panted out. Viktor did as he was told. Thrusting into him deeper and faster. He altered his hips, and Yuuri cried out, throwing his head back to the wall behind him. More nail marks reddened Viktor's back in deep ribbons. Viktor groaned out from the pleasure and pain he felt. Burying his head into Viktor's neck he muffled out "close" before he screamed his pleasure biting down onto Viktor's neck, making him thrust harder into Yuuri, the he shot between their chests and stomachs. Viktor could feel Yuuri throbbing and squeezing him, and after a few more thrusts he released into Yuuri, screaming out his pleasure and pain.

Viktor slowly slid out of Yuuri, he supported them with one arm on wall behind Yuuri, as they both panted. Yuuri reached up and met his lips with Viktor's. The kiss started slow and lazy, growing deeper, tongues twisting and dancing together becoming heated. Viktor lowered him to the ground their lips never separating. Until Viktor pulled back. "We better stop, or I'll want to go again." He smiled wickedly against his lips. "We better clean up and get going back to the hospital." Yuuri nodded, feeling his knees still weak.

Viktor stroked water off his face and resumed their kiss. They finished cleaning up and got dressed. Yuuri sighed when leaving the dance studio. "What's wrong?" Viktor asking, squeezing Yuuri's hand that was in his as they walked to the van.

"I just don't want to go back, that's all. I'm ready to leave that place."

"I know you are Yuuri, you will soon."

"I can see this being part of our lives, together." Yuuri's cheeks tinted with pink as he looked away from Viktor, realizing he muttered what he was thinking out loud.

Viktor stopped walking and swung Yuuri to face him, snaking his other arm around his waist. "I can see that too. I want that, for us."

"Viktor?" Yuuri whispered.

"Yes, my Yuuri."

"What will happen?" Viktor quirked his head to the side in question. "I mean… with us. Will we still be… What will it be like when…" Yuuri struggled to ask the question, afraid to hear the answer he didn't want to hear.

"I'm not sure what it will look like." Yuuri's face fell in disappointment. "I cannot predict the future anymore than you can." Viktor smiled softly and stroked his cheek. "What I do know is that I want to be with you. I have never been so sure about anything in my life. No matter what our lives look like, I will make it work with you. I love you, Yuuri Katsuki." He leaned down and kissed his lips, cupping his neck and back of his head with both hands.

Yuuri's eyes threatened to spill tears. "I love you too, Viktor." He whispered back.

Yuuri laid on his bed perusing his music playlists. He was bored and there was not much else to do. He already spent time on the computer updating his family, and there were only so many readings from school he could do before his brain explodes. He turned on the song Withdraw and thought back to when he danced with Viktor to this song. Yuuri was getting lost in the music when a loud bang startled him. He jumped out of bed and fell to the floor. He peeked from the side of the bed and saw Yuri marching his way over. Yuuri pulled out his headphones from his ears and sat back on the bed. The other Yuri plopped himself on the bed next to him.

"Hi…" Yuuri cautiously said, drawing out the word. It dawned on him that he must have left the door open.

"So, when were you going to tell me that you and Viktor finally did it?" Yuri leaned back on the bed, both arms behind his head. One knee was bent up with the other leg crossing it and his foot dangling.

"Wha?! What do you mean? Nothing happened!" Yuuri frantically waved his arms around, his voice went to a higher pitch. Yuri stared at him and quirked his eyebrow. Yuuri sighed, he knew there was no fooling him. "How did you know?"

"I've notice a change in you, subtle but there. So, I figured they changed your meds or you got some good dick. I guess I was right though, you did get the dick."

"Yuri!" Yuuri yelled out. He hid his reddened face in his hands. "My meds did change though." He said muffled and quiet behind his hands.

"Yeah, but this is, I got laid and I'm happy about it, kind of difference."

"Aaaahhh… stop!" Yuuri's face turned a deeper shade of red.

Yuri laid there laughing at him. "Stop being so embarrassed. It's not a big deal. Was he any good? Just by looking at him, I would say Viktor is be very good in the sack. I wouldn't mind having a go with him."

"Yuuuuuurrriiii!" Yuri continued to laugh at the expense of Yuuri's torment.

"No, but seriously though. How was it?" Yuri sat up, he crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees with his head resting on his hands.

Yuuri sighed and slowly uncovered his face. "You're not going to leave me alone about this are you?"

"Nope. So, get talking."

"It was amazing, I guess. I don't have anything to compare him to, remember? I was nervous and scared, but I trust him, and he made me feel…good… and safe." Yuuri's eyes got distant when thinking back to that moment.

"Was his dick huge?"

"Yuri!" Yuuri covered his face again in embarassment, while Yuri laughed at him. "He told me he loves me though." Yuuri pulled his hands down to speak.

Yuri stopped laughing. "He what?!"

A knock came at the door followed by it opening. Otabek appeared in the door way. "What's going on in here?" Otabek strolled into the room, after closing the door behind him, and stood by the end of the bed.

"Yuuri and Viktor finally did it, and Viktor told him he loves him." Yuri pointed his thumb at Yuuri's direction, who was now hiding his face in his pillow and screaming.

"He said what… wow… This is serious for him then." Otabek mumbled the last part, mainly to himself. "Are you okay with everything Yuuri?" Otabek questioned knowing how Yuuri can get when overthinking.

"I am, actually. I feel like its right. I said it back to him and it felt good and normal." Yuuri hugged his pillow tight to his chest.

"My little Yuuri is all grown up!" Yuri exclaimed, throwing his arms around him. Otabek crossed his arms around his chest and chuckled.

"What are you talking about? I'm older than you."

"Yeah, but now, you've finally done the dirty." Yuri said with a wink.

"Twice." Yuuri tried his best looking smug but failed.

"Oh, my goodness! You sex fiend!" Yuri overdramatically grabbed his chest with one hand and put the other on his forehead pretending to faint. Both Yuri's laughed and giggled, Otabek continued to chuckle. He was proud of his Yuri with his recovery and ability to make a friend in Yuuri, especially now seeing his grandfather on a weekly basis, he's been much happier. He was astonished with Yuuri's recovery as well and how much he's grown since he first came to the hospital. Yuri interrupted his thoughts. "Otabek and I just did it 10 minutes ago."

"Yuri!" Otabek yelled, it was his turn to be embarrassed with his face turning pink. Yuuri laughed even harder.

Yuri tisked with his tongue. "You guys are such prudes."