Oh my god, I can't tell you how fun this was to write. I was going to wait a few days to post it, but I felt bad about how short the last chapter was, and this was too funny to sit on until next week.

Early Thursday morning, Yuri woke up crackling with excitement. He didn't even need to hit the snooze button his usual three times before hopping out of bed. He'd been waiting for this day for months now. It was literally, the next best thing to actually getting married. They were finally going to register for the wedding that evening. All he had to do now was get through practice that day.

He'd been nagging Otabek for weeks, trying to pin down a day to do it. Yuri knew Otabek's feelings on shopping, especially shopping with him, but it had to be done, and he didn't want to do it alone. He wanted them both to go and choose things for their home, for the life that they were going to have together. Where was the fun in doing it by yourself?

He'd begged him, and dangled the lure of new stuff for the house in front of him, but Otabek dug in his heels each time, and made up a reason he couldn't go. He had to practice early in the morning, he had music to work on, or he'd had a gig the night before, and was too tired.

Yuri could tell he was scraping the bottom of the barrel though. Last weekend, when he'd asked Otabek again to go register with him, he used his now, year and a half old, accident related injuries as an excuse.

"I dunno Yura, my shoulder is giving me a lot of trouble today," he groaned, while gripping his shoulder, giving it a rub, "I'd really like to just take it easy this evening. We'll go register soon, we've still got time."

Funny, Otabek's shoulder didn't seem to bother him later that night when he'd picked Yuri up, and pinned him against the bedroom wall.

As the light switch dug into his back, and Otabek's rough hands gripped his hips so hard they'd leave bruises; Yuri considered calling him out on it. But that would mean putting an end to what promised to be a sinfully good roll in the sack. With the wedding fast approaching, he really needed to blow off some steam, and this was ten times better than going for a run.

He'd been more than a little disappointed that Otabek had turned him down yet again, but didn't argue. Instead, he sat Otabek down on the bed, and dutifully rubbed his 'sore' shoulder…. which had led to less massaging, and more groping; until he found himself in his current predicament. Sandwiched between the wall and his fiancé, his knees hooked over Otabek's forearms. It was right where he wanted to be at that moment, but registering still weighed heavy on his mind.

Arguing was not the answer to the problem. Losing his temper would just cause Otabek to shut down, and then he'd never get his stubborn ass to the store.

If Otabek wanted to be mulish about it, then so be it. Yuri had plenty of other ways to get what he wanted that didn't involve him getting angry, or having to beg like a dog. It was time to get devious.

Otabek pulled him from the wall, stripping himself and Yuri in record time. He pushed him roughly onto their unmade bed. Yuri bounced against the mattress as Otabek rested himself on top of him, letting his teeth grazed against Yuri's neck. He skimmed his hand along Yuri's hot, taught skin, letting them dip between his thighs to tease at his cock.

"Ah…Beka..." Yuri rasped, already breathless, "I'll...ngh fuck that feels good...let you do whatever you wa- want tonight..."he leaned his head to one side, pulling his neck out of reach, "on one condition."

Otabek was rock hard, and had just the right amount of hunger in his eyes.

Perfect. Yuri had him right where he wanted him. Poor sap didn't even know he was done for.

Otabek dragged his tongue down Yuri's chest, flicking at a pink bud, "Anything Yura...anything...just let me..." He clamped his lips around his nipple and sucked for only moment, before trailing further south.

Yuri fought to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. The feel of Otabek's tongue dipping into his bellybutton made it so damn hard to think straight.

Focus, Yuri focus! Lock this down, then you can have some fun.

"We really need to...to...register for the wedding..." He panted, scraping his nails through Otabek's black hair, giving it a firm tug, just the way he liked it. He then playfully scooched a few inches up the bed, and gave Otabek the best doe eyes he could muster under the circumstances, while running his slender fingers through the dark patch of hair on Otabek's chest.

Otabek looked up at him for a moment, Yuri's words finally starting to sink in. He softly plunked his forehead against Yuri's sternum, letting out a slightly pained whimper.

"Yuurra..." he whined in protest.

Hmmm, still got some fight in him...better bring out the big guns.

"I'll get out my black pointe shoes..." He crooned sweetly, rubbing his lean, silky calf against Otabek's hip.

Otabek shivered in pleasure, and bucked his hips against him. That was all it took. His black satin pointe shoes were still a sure-fire way to break Otabek's resolve. It was almost too easy. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?

The heat in Otabek's cocoa colored eyes were enough to set the bed on fire. He started to rock his hips absently against Yuri, his eyes trailing off to stare at the headboard, like he was mulling it all over. Yuri knew it was all for show, Otabek's last grasp for dominance over the situation. Yuri could be patient when he wanted to be, he could wait. He nibbled his bottom lip, and wiggled his hips for added effect. Otabek let himself drop down on top of Yuri, kissing him feverishly while grunting out a few mumbled curses; suddenly realizing he'd been trapped.

Got him.

"What day?" Otabek groaned out, his little rocking movements picking up speed.

Yuri had to quickly flick through his mental calendar. He really should have prepared for this. What day? What day? Friday Otabek had to work at the club, Saturday they had dinner with Victor and Yuuri, and Sunday was their lazy day. He wasn't going to give that up for anything.

"Thursday, ah, after practice. We can duck out early." Yuri smiled inwardly as Otabek fumbled on the nightstand for the lube. "I'll buy us dinner after."

The whole ordeal would wear Otabek thin. He'd be tired and hangry when it was over. Why not sweeten the deal and throw dinner in? He wasn't a barbarian.

"Thursday...I promise..." He turned Yuri on his side and gave his pert behind a hard smack. "shoes, now."

Yuri yelped, and scrambled out of bed. Bending over as he quickly rifled through his closet for his pointe shoes.

Otabek smirked at the stark red hand print forming on Yuri's ass. It looked lonely there all by itself. He'd make sure to give him a matched set before the night was out. It was the least he could after being played like a violin.

Practice was finally over. It had been a struggle to concentrate. He was far too busy trying to make a mental list of all things he wanted to get that night. Yakov had him practicing quads all afternoon until his thighs burned because of his lack of focus. It pissed Yuri off to no end, and his knees were screaming for mercy, but he kept his mouth firmly shut, even as Yakov berated him over yet another sloppy landing. If he lost his temper he'd be kept late, and he had things to do that evening.

Eventually Yakov gave him a slid nod and grunt, his weird way of saying, "That was better, now hit the road."

Yuri sped off across the ice, nearly taking out a group of younger skaters in the process. They quickly parted so he could pass, you didn't get in Yuri Plisetsky's way, not unless you wanted him to run you over.

"You ready to head out, Beka? I managed to talk Yakov into letting us leave early. I had to promise him I'd be here an hour earlier tomorrow, but whatever."

Otabek knit his brows and checked the time on his phone. "It's only four thirty. Why are we leaving? I've got a lot of stuff I need still need to work on."

Yuri's face dropped into a bitter scowl. "Ummm, to register for the wedding? Remember? You promised in exchange for, you know," he lowered his voice, "that thing that made me walk funny the next day?"

Otabek looked baffled, "I don't remember promising anything."

Yuri's eyes went wide, as he grit his teeth. "Beka, I swear to god! You swore you'd-"

Yuri was set to go off on one hell of a tirade, when he saw the beginnings of a cocky grin pull at the corners of Otabek's mouth.

"I'm just giving you shit Yura. I'm ready, just waiting on you."

"Ugh, you asshole." Yuri gave his arm a smack, and sat down to undo his skates.

"Where are we going first?"

"Not sure," Yuri zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, "I was thinking Ikea."

Oh god not again.

On the walk home, Otabek managed to talk Yuri out of going to Ikea. It had been simple really. He just reminded him that there were far nicer places to register at. They needed good, quality things, things that would last, things they wouldn't get at Ikea. Yuri ended up agreeing with him, and even commended him on his good idea. He crossed Ikea off his list of possible stores and didn't hear the faint sigh of relief that passed Otabek's lips.

Once home, they both showered, and changed. Otabek fed the cat, while Yuri crammed a power bar into his mouth. Once everything was squared away they left.

Yuri tugged him towards a giant multi-story department store that Victor had suggested they check out. Otabek paled at the size of it, so many floors, so many things Yuri would want to peruse. Suddenly he was wishing he had eaten something, or at the very least had a shot of vodka, before they'd left home.

Once inside, they were greeted by an overly cheerful sales lady who quickly entered all their wedding info into the computer.

"What's the last names?"

"Plisetsky-Alitn." Yuri said, still enjoying the sound of their two names mashed together.

"Date of the wedding?"

"September 27th."

She asked for their emails and a phone number, and then let them check the screen to makes sure it was all correct.

"Great, that's all we need. Here's your scan gun. Just hold it up to the barcode on whatever you want, and it'll be added to your list." She placed the gun in Yuri's hand.

Oh yes, come to papa. He liked the feel of the gun already.

His fingers itched to get started. She pointed them to the kitchenware section. "That's the best place to start. I find most young couples are usually in desperate need of new cookware."

Desperate didn't begin to describe their cookware at home. It was an odd jumble of Victors old hand me downs (which were nice, but very old at this point), and a few spare pots and pans Sagida had forced onto Otabek when he moved to St. Petersbourg. There was the rusty cast iron skillet they never used, (Yuri only kept it around, so he could playfully threaten to crack Otabek's skull with it when he was being obtuse). The pot with no lid, that's handle got hot when it was on the stove, and the frying pan with the nonstick coating that was starting to flake off. It was all in dire need of replacing.

Otabek hung back in the main aisle, and watched Yuri start to scan away. The guns trigger made a click noise every time Yuri pressed it. Wild West gunslingers had nothing on Yuri trigger finger. They had only been there ten minutes, and he'd already added a new set of pots and pans, new pyrex, a set of mixing bowls, and half a dozen sheet pans in various sizes to the list.

"Beka," click… he added a pepper grinder to list, "we need new flatware. Where is that section?"

"I don't know Yura I don't work here." Otabek looked around, and found the sign for flatware, giving a very preoccupied Yuri, a gentle shove in that direction.

The shelves were covered in all sorts of flatware. Each of them with different textures, and designs. Yuri inspected every one of them, holding them up to one another for comparison.

"Which do you like?" Yuri held up a fork with a twisted metal handle, and one that was plain and smooth.

"Get the smooth ones." The design didn't matter, as long as he had a fork when mealtime came around, Otabek was happy.

"I like the twisted ones though." Yuri held his preferred design closer to Otabek's face.

He laughed, wondering why Yuri had even asked for his opinion if his mind was already made up. "Then get those."

Yuri scanned the set he wanted, along with a very fancy set of chef knives, and continued to glassware. They needed new wine glasses, Yuri had broken the last one a few months prior. He chose a traditional set (for guests), and a set of stemless ones for himself. After a few glasses of wine, he tended to topple stemware with his slow, tipsy fingers. He also chose a set of smoke gray tumblers and juice glasses, and a few beer glasses in various shapes and sizes.

Otabek watched him weave in and out of the aisles. It was very similar to the way he moved on the ice. Graceful, and fluid like, but dripping with determination.

Awesome, if he keeps going at this speed, we'll be out of here in no time.

They moved on to dinnerware. No two plates at home were alike. Years ago, when they first moved in together, it didn't matter that all their plates were different, or that some of the edges were chipped. It was only after their big family dinner with Sagida, that Yuri noticed the shabby state of their dinnerware. It had bothered Yuri greatly to have to set the table with mismatched plates and glasses.

Yuri eyes roamed over the different sets of plates with glee. So many choices. He eventually found a style he liked, tucked on a high shelf. They were a matte black on the outside, while their insides were coated in shiny, bright red glaze. The bowls and plates were square shaped, which appealed to Yuri's funky tastes. They were just so cool! He added them to the list. Yuri was waiting for Otabek to protest his choice, expecting him to say they were far too bold for his liking, but he nodded approvingly.

"Make sure you scan a few of the mugs that go with it, Yura."

Yuri did, elated that Otabek had liked the set as much as he did.

Platters, trays, serve ware, pitchers and decanters were all added to the list as well. Yuri wasn't sure if he'd ever use it all, but he refused to be caught unprepared during their next family dinner. Shoot, with all the new stuff he'd be getting, he may even offer to play host during the holidays. If only to show everything off.

They were an hour into it, and Yuri was starting to dance in place. "I need to pee, here take this." He handed Otabek the gun, and sprinted away in search of the bathroom.

Otabek started to wander the store. He figured he should maybe go ahead and add a few items, but was apprehensive. They had gotten a lot of new stuff during the move, and he didn't dare scan anything on this floor without Yuri's approval. He decided to go up to the next floor, wondering what it held. As he reached the top of the escalator, he smiled.

Jackpot.

It was the electronics section. He gawked at speakers, home theatre systems, computers, and every gadget in between. The gun twitched in his hand.

He wanted it. He wanted all of it.

He scanned a new set of speakers, the kind that could be set into the walls and ceilings. If he got those, he could listen to music in every room of the house. He still loved his giant black speakers that sat in their living room, but maybe an upgrade wouldn't be too terrible.

He then chose a few small items, trying to control his growing excitement. A new bluetooth speaker, phone docks for each of them, a couple packages of fluorescent light bulbs (hey it was a practical gift that he'd appreciate, even if Yuri didn't) and an array of better quality cables for their TV's.

Oh...TV's.

His eyes flicked over to the wall of luscious flat screens. Vivid nature shows played in a loop on every screen to show how clear their pictures were.

Should he?

It was a crazy expensive item, and he didn't think anyone would actually buy it for them. So, where was the harm? If no one purchased it, then so what? But if someone did? Oh, happy day!

He smoothed his hand over the edges of a curved, ultra HD TV, and felt his mouth water. God, it was beautiful, it was so thin…the picture so clear he was sure he could crawl into it if he tried. He didn't dare look at the price, knowing the minute he did, he'd chicken out. He closed his eyes, held the gun up to the barcode, and pulled the trigger.

Damn, that felt good.

After that, he lost all inhibitions, fully in the grips of scanning fever. He scanned a Nest thermostat, a new tablet, headphones, and a huge set of rechargeable batteries complete with charger. He was wavering between two digital cameras when he heard Yuri's stern voice behind him, and froze.

"I thought I'd find you here. Tell me you didn't scan this entire section."

Otabek was caught, "Umm, no just-just a few things."

You know lightbulbs...batteries...a TV

"Uh huh," Yuri said unconvinced, "gimmie the gun back."

"No." Otabek pulled held the gun tightly, protecting it from Yuri's grabby hands.

Yuri huffed out a laugh. "No, seriously Beka, quit playing around and give me the gun."

"No, go away, I'm not done yet. There's a hardware section on the next floor, I want new tools."

Yuri rolled his eyes, "I've still got a ton of stuff for the house I want to get! That's more important than tools for your bike. Hand it over."

"You say that now, but you'll be the first to complain if we can't go for a ride cause the bike's broken, and I don't have any tools to fix it with."

Yuri shook his head, utterly exasperated. "Beka, we can come back for that stuff. "

"No, we're here, and I'm on a roll."

"So was I!"

As they argued, a salesman came up behind them. "You know, I can give you a second gun if you want. Just tell me the name on the registry."

Oh, there was a God. Otabek handed the gun to Yuri and watched him tear off towards the escalator, on his way back down to housewares.

"Plisetsky-Altin." Otabek said, somehow feeling less manly now that his precious scan gun had been taken away.

The man tapped on his keyboard for a few minutes, and handed him a new gun.

"I see it a lot when people come to register. They really should hand out two guns. It would keep couples from having arguments over it."

Otabek had no time for pleasantries, he thanked him and headed to the next floor. He was beginning to see why Yuri was so excited about this.

Yuri really should have told him that he could register for stuff he actually wanted. Dangling the prospect of new pots and pans had been the wrong way to go about it. He could have just mentioned tools, and electronics, and he would have raced him here.

Oh well, he'd gotten some mind-blowing sex, and the promise of dinner due to Yuri's inability to sell him on this whole registry thing. Not a bad deal on his part.

Otabek walked through the hardware section, marveling at all the different tools. Neither of them were very handy, but it wouldn't hurt to own a few things for around the house. He'd learn the basics of home repair eventually. He scanned a little of everything, along with a toolbox to store it in, and moved on.

He walked past the lawnmowers, and trimmers, stopping briefly to gape at the mean looking chainsaws that hung behind a locked rack. He wondered if they were as loud and grumbly as his dad's old chainsaw. He remembered watching his dad use it to thin out the overgrown bushes in the backyard as a kid. He never did get a chance to use the thing, much to his disappointment. By the time he was old enough, he was well into his skating career, and never home long enough to give it try.

He and Yuri really should've gotten a house with a yard. A yard with lots of trees that needed to be cut down.

No, you don't need a chainsaw, Otabek. You live in an apartment. Just walk away.

He did, only to find himself in the automotive section.

Alright, here we go. Take your time. You've got all night.

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, ready to get down to business.

New socket set? Yes.

Impact wrench? Check.

Portable jump starter? Yes please.

Air compressor? You bet.

Enough shop towels, and latex gloves to last a lifetime? Check and check.

He scanned everything that caught his eye. Not bothering to look at prices anymore.

Otabek heard the crackle of the PA and looked up towards the ceiling.

"Attention shoppers. The store will be closing in fifteen minutes, please bring your purchase to the nearest register."

Had he really been at this for two and a half hours?

Otabek scanned the last item on his list, a grease gun he didn't even know he wanted until he saw it, and rushed off to find Yuri. Not having time to play hide and seek with him, he called him on his phone.

"Where are you?" he asked staring at the escalators, getting ready to jump on whatever one he needed.

"You took your time. I finished my list twenty minutes ago. I'm on the fourth floor, shoe section."

Otabek rode up and found Yuri standing front of a mirror, wearing two different knee-high boots.

"Nice, but I think you'd look better wearing a pair that matched."

Yuri stuck his tongue, "just trying to decide which I like best."

"Well hurry up and decide. We've got about ten more minutes." Otabek turned away from him, to squint at the clock on the wall, and thought he heard the faint click of the scan guns trigger.

Did he just?

Yuri pulled the boots off and set them back in their boxes. "Let's go, I want to stop by the kiosk and print our list out. I wanna see if I forgot anything."

It took a lot longer to print out than either of them had anticipated. It was damn near forty pages. While they waited, the previously cheerful associates shot them dirty looks, waiting for them to leave so they could go home. They left with just barely a minute to spare.

"Dinner?" Yuri asked, tapping the pages on his knee to get them to stack neatly.

"Yes, I'm starving. Can we go to that Thai place down the street? I mean you did promise me dinner, so I assume it' s my choice."

"We can, but can we take it home to eat? My feet are killing me."

Otabek slung his arm around Yuri's waist, and gave him a squeeze. "You read my mind, Yura."

They both sat at the kitchen table, inhaling their dinner in silence. Yuri was going over their list, when his eyes went wide, and he nearly choked on his noodles.

"Odadek Awfin!" he mumbled, mouth bursting with food. He chewed and swallowed, chasing it with a slurp of water. "Did you put a TV on our registry?!"

Oops.

He hadn't anticipated Yuri printing the damn list out to look over.

He exhaled through his nose, and stared at his pad thai, "I might've."

"Why would put something like that one there? We don't need our wedding guests buying us a TV! That's so tacky! We can get that ourselves, and what's wrong with the one we have?"

"It's not curved." Otabek said simply. Yuri opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Otabek cut him off. "Yura, you should have seen it! It was just sooo sexy looking, and the picture wasincredible. With the surround sound I picked out we'd have a whole new system. Just think how nice movie nights will be!"

Only Otabek would use the word sexy to describe a TV.

Yuri slapped the list down on the table, "I cannot believe you did that! Why not just put a new car, or a damn boat on there too? It's a wedding registry, not Otabek Altin's fucking Christmas list!"

"No one's obligated to buy it Yura. I just, sort of, did it for fun. I don't really expect anyone to get it for us. It was just a moment of weakness, I'm allowed to have those once in a while. Besides, I'm willing to bet you put a few things on there that were just for the hell of it."

Yuri shook his head, but kept his eyes firmly trained on his dinner plate. "No! All the things I got were things we actually needed. I wasn't just scanning everything in sight." Yuri twirled his fork, gathering up a knot of noodles.

"So, you're telling me you didn't scan a pair of those boots you had on?"

Yuri's dropped his fork, mouth gaping wide, appalled at the accusation. "No! Absolutely not!"

Otabek held his hand out, fingers curling into a 'hand it over' motion. "Prove it, Yura. Give me the list."

Yuri didn't move.

"Come one Yura, if you didn't add anything silly then you've got nothing to hide."

Yuri gathered the list up, and clutched it to his chest. "No, I'm not done looking at it."

Otabek pulled out his phone, "S'fine, I can probably just go to the stores site and look it up."

Yuri leaned towards him, trying to snatch his phone, Otabek swatted him away with ease.

"Okay, okay! I may have...scanned a few things."

"Mmhm, like what?" Otabek motioned for the list again. He wasn't angry, and had no room to judge, he'd put a freaking TV on the list. He just wanted to see all the silly things Yuri had added as well, if only to make himself feel better about his own lapses in judgement. Yuri slapped the list into his awaiting hand. Otabek flicked through the pages, nodding quietly to himself. He couldn't help but grin when he saw Yuri's own little additions to the list.

"Not sure a gold watch, a bottle of cologne, and a pair of boots are gonna be much use around the house." Yuri stabbed at his dinner, flustered and red faced.

Otabek smoothed his hand over Yuri's blond head, chuckling softly. "Really Yura, don't worry about it. We're aloud to go a little crazy. Like I said, no one's obligated to buy us this stuff. It's okay that some of it's just wishful thinking."

Yuri cracked a feeble grin, "I guess you're right."

They both went back to their dinners, each taking half the list and poking fun at one another over the things they had chosen.

Yuri finished the last of his noodles, "I do like that you got us a Nest, I never even thought of that, but lightbulbs?"

"Hey, they're good lightbulbs. They're supposed to last a long time. It's no better than the giant box of magic erasers you have on here."

"I use the shit out of those! I needed to stock up." He closed the lid to his takeout, "I take it you had fun tonight?" He tossed the empty box in the trash, and started rummaging through the back of the pantry, remembering that there were cookies stashed away.

"I did once I realized it wasn't all about forks, and plates and stuff. Except the TV, I actually got a lot of things I'll use. It was fun."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You're only getting married once Altin, after this you're stuck with me. No more registries after this." Yuri bit into his cookie, and pulled the milk carton from the fridge.

Otabek snatched the bit of cookie left in Yuri's hand, and ate it. "Fine by me, Yura."

Later that night, while in bed, Yuri sent out their registry in a mass email to friends and family. It took Victor a whole five minutes to call him on the phone.

"That TV is way too small Yuri. It'll look weird in your big living room. Would you care if I got you the bigger size?"

Unbelievable.

"You'd have to talk to Beka about it. That monstrosity was his idea."

"Well, I'm glad he's thinking about stuff like that. Really Yuri? Boots? Do you think that's appropriate?" Victor scolded.

"Oh my god shut up, it was just for fun!" Yuri hung up on him, shut the light off, and buried himself under the comforter.

Otabek had been laying quietly on his side, with his back to Yuri, listening to the conversation.

"Victor wants to buy us that TV, doesn't he?" He tried so hard not to laugh.

"No... the jackass wants to buy us a bigger one!"

"Heh, I knew he would. Leave it to him to buy the most expensive thing on the list. I'd feel bad about it, if it were anyone else buying it."

"Ugh, he's so fucking extra, you both are." Yuri scrunched further under the blankets mumbling the whole way, "you put a giant ass TV on the list, but I catch hell for a fifty-dollar pair of boots."

Otabek turned over, and grabbed Yuri around the waist, slotting his body against him. He peppered a few kisses on his bare shoulder.

"I can go tomorrow and get those boots for you, you know. As long as you promise to wear them next time we fool around."

He heard Yuri quietly snicker at the offer, "You don't have to. I can get them myself sometime."

Otabek brushed an errant strand of blond hair from Yuri's forehead, "I want to though."

Yuri sighed, and relaxed. "Size 11 please, in black."

Otabek pulled him closer, closing the last bit of space between them. "Of course."

Hope you liked it. This was supposed to be next weeks update, so it might be next weekend until I update again, but this one is nice and long so enjoy it!