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-A reminder that this is AU to an extent.

Russia was chilly at this time of year. Victor had wrapped a long, green scarf around his neck. He was also wearing sunglasses. Victor never wore sunglasses. Victor looked damn strange in sunglasses. And when Yuuri asked why he would wear them indoors, Victor said something about 'illusion of privacy'. Yuuri hadn't understood until they stepped foot inside the hotel where paparazzi were waiting to ambush Victor personally. By wearing his sunglasses, no one could see his eyes, leaving most of his facial expressions unknown. So in a way, it afforded him some form of privacy while around other people.

And the most annoying thing about the entire situation, was that Victor kept using The Smile™. Yuuri hated that stupid smile. He wanted everyone to leave so Victor would stop being so uncomfortable. So he'd smile for real. It was so frustrating being unable to help in any way, and he just had to stand by and wait for everyone to let he poor man go.

Yuuri handled the settling in while Victor was left to deal with the reporters and journalists who seemed to only want a piece of him. The growing frown on his boyfriend's face made him feel guilty, but there was no point for him to be there when literally they were there to bother Victor only and didn't give a damn about Yuuri's existence. The Russians, if Yuuri could be so bold, were assholes.

At least Victor had experience with these types of situations so it wasn't like Yuuri was throwing him to the piranhas. He was a grown man who'd been in this business for years. He could handle it. Victor had intimate experience with dealing with pushy people and whiners. He knew what to do, what to say, and how to redirect entire conversations onto other people. He would give them the runaround and join Yuuri eventually.

Their room had two queen sized beds, which was really nice in his opinion. Not what he had expected. Also, the concierge spoke good English so it wasn't hard for Yuuri to follow along with his instructions. Of course Victor would book them for rooms far above necessity. But then again it was Victor and of course he would be overly dramatic and want bigger and better.

He texted Victor the room number and set to unpacking for the next five days. Victor wanted to stay for a little longer than the competition because he planned to take Yuuri all over. There was a list to follow, that was how serious the other was. He'd had all the 'important' objectives, colored in red just so Yuuri would know which were imperative. And everything else was in green ink that he was certain came from a pen he'd kept in his bedroom, not that he would draw attention to it.

Victor appeared half an hour later, looking more exhausted than Yuuri had expected. He was also done for the evening. The man collapsed on Yuuri's bed and shucked his shoes off for the time being. He rolled over so Yuuri could see him while he was signing. 'They are so draining. No matter how many years I've been at this, nothing ever changes, Yuuri.'

For Yuuri though, he was more fixated on the part where Victor had decided to use Yuuri's bed as he resting place. "Your bed is that one," Yuuri told him, pointing to the one near the door. The one that didn't have any of Yuuri's possessions scattered across it. The one that had Victor's luggage resting in front of it. The one that didn't have Yuuri's stuff on the bedside table next to it.

Victor pouted and sent Yuuri his watery-eyed stare. 'Can't we share? I promise I'm good for cuddling! We've shared before and I think I'm good company! Right?' Silvery lashes fluttered repeatedly in hopes of gaining favor in Yuuri's eyes.

He knew Yuuri was weak for his adorable expressions, and Yuuri found himself sighing and agreeing. He would now be sharing a bed with Victor Nikiforov. Not that it hadn't happened before, but it was in his own bedroom and not a hotel in Russia. It somehow felt different to think of doing such in Russia of all places. All those paparazzi and journalists downstairs wouldn't know that the two of them were sharing such intimate space together.

'Take a nap with me, Yuuri.'

Yuuri let himself be pulled onto the bed and cuddled, and he made note of Victor's cologne. Or rather, the soap that Yuuri had used when back at the onsen. Victor had stolen it and ended up using it as well. He smelled like Yuuri did, and the smaller man wouldn't admit to himself that he actually really liked that fact. And somehow, Yuuri fell asleep with Victor wrapped around him like a clingy octopus, smelling of comfort and feeling calm. And it was one of the best naps he'd had in a long time.

"Do you want some hot tea?"

Yuuri nodded. He had to rely on Victor for help because everything was in Russian and as Yuuri could barely speak any Russian nor understand Cyrillic, he was stuck with Victor doing all the work. It made him feel inept in a way. But in another, it seemed to give Victor the opportunity to be a gentleman - more so than usual - and also give him an excuse to try and pamper Yuuri.

'Does the type matter? Do you want... um... sweetener?' Victor's hands stuttered a bit around the word, obviously unsure of himself. But Yuuri merely smiled and firmly repeated the sign for Victor. He than nodded to confirm that it had been done correctly.

"Black, no milk, and I'll sweeten it myself. Thank you."

Victor pecked his cheek and left him to himself on a small bench outside the shop he wanted to take Yuuri to. Both were in trench coats - Yuuri had stolen Victor's tan coat, which had become a usual thing as of late - with long dark scarves, and black beanies. Another attempt to remain inconspicuous while battling the cold weather. Though Victor stuck out no matter where they went together. It was the curse of being attractive.

It was dark though, so it wasn't like people would easily recognize them at night time. At least Yuuri hoped they didn't. He'd only barely convinced Victor to leave the damn sunglasses at the hotel. He'd looked really weird with them on, and it was dark outside so it would make no sense to wear them. How would he even be able to see anything if half of his face was covered by the ridiculous sunglasses?

The Rostelecom Cup would be starting on the morrow and technically both should be sleeping, but their nap had gone over the time necessary, leaving both wide awake at eleven in the evening. And Victor had endless energy, so he had decided that they should go on an adventure to enjoy the late evening in Russia. Yuuri simply wanted to relax but Victor had been so excited that he'd caved to the idea of a nice walk to wear them out. Cold weather, a warm drink, and of course who could forget the exercise!

He hated exercise. Being an athlete was great until he thought about the fact that he was exercising and then he got grouchy.

Victor returned a moment later, handing over a tall cup with a nesting doll painted on the side. It was cute and Yuuri cooed upon seeing it. Victor had also retrieved seven different types of sweetener packets, unsure of which one Yuuri would want. The man was adorable in a really dorky way, and Yuuri kissed his cheek in gratitude. "Thank you," Yuuri murmured as he emptied the blue packet into his hot cup.

Victor took a seat beside him and together, they watched bustling people in the square. There were lights on the buildings and everything looked nice. The outside rink wasn't very full at the moment, but Victor didn't want to skate so late. Not with competition tomorrow. Something about relaxing for 'the show'. Whatever that meant. The last time they 'relaxed' before a performance, Yuuri wasn't actually relaxed in any way.

"I want to bring you back around my birthday! It'll be more fun!" the Russian had told him earlier on, back at the hotel. "There's so much I want to show you and the crowds are lovely!"

Yuuri agreed because Victor's excitement was contagious and adorable. He liked it when Victor smiled for real.

After a while, the two returned to their room. Yuuri happily kept his cup - it was plastic and could be washed out - as a souvenir of his first night in Moscow. Victor had simply smiled when Yuuri took his cup as well and washed it out in their bathroom. The cups would make a pair and would go up on his shelf when he got back to Japan. Yuuri always liked to collect his souvenirs in one place.

They were now symbols of a memory shared between them. They were precious and Yuuri would protect them with his life. It was too bad that he didn't have any bubble wrap. Then again, it was probably a good thing, since Yuuri was one of those people who fell prey to the need to pop said wrap every time he got his hands on some.

Simply sitting on a bench in the cold on a November evening, had been more fun than he'd anticipated. And he knew it was because Victor was with him.

In the morning, Victor and Yuuri had been assaulted by paparazzi once again. They'd made it through their meal and split up when going back to their room. Victor decided to flatter the people with his attention and Yuuri wanted to slip away while he still could. Avoiding people was something he was good at. He just wasn't that comfortable having to pose around when he could be doing other things.

The competition would begin in a few hours and he wanted to be ready.

Of course he found himself waiting for the elevator, standing beside a surly skater whose name he didn't know and didn't care to learn. The other looked moody and Yuuri tried to avoid conversing with poorly tempered people in order to avoid adding negative emotions he didn't need, to his own life. Besides, the cloud above the other's head could stay where it was, thank you very much.

The doors split apart and revealed three people. One whom he recognized as Sara Crispino. She was one of the best female skaters in the world and was generally kind to everyone. She was always smiling and always of a sweet disposition.

He knew the man behind her was her brother, though his name eluded Yuuri for the moment. The other man looked familiar, but once again, no name came to mind.

Sara smiled in Yuuri's direction and bade him a good morning. She turned to the skater beside Yuuri and repeatedly herself, though she was snubbed immediately. Suddenly, Yuuri's feelings about the other intensified and he felt glad that he didn't like him from the start. Sara was frowning and she most likely began to reprimand him, though Yuuri was already sneaking into another elevator, leaving the asshole to defend himself.

The doors almost closed on a foot though. A foot that ended up belonging to Yuri Plisetsky. The blond looked irate as he stomped inside the elevator and hit a floor number. He turned to Yuuri and said something - he was pretty sure the wording 'hiding' was involved - and gave a glare for good measure.

"People," was Yuuri's answer, hoping that it made sense. He got a shrug and a eye roll in response, so it must have been okay. The teen's shoulders relaxed then, and his internal anger seemed to disappear.

"Good luck tomorrow," he added after a moment, realizing that Yurio could get away with some of his attitude because he was just fifteen and moody and under stress. Not a twenty year old man treating a lovely woman like shit.

The blond turned to him, eyes narrowed and cheeks puffed out in obvious frustration. "I don't need luck! I'll destroy you and bring Victor back to Russia!" It was the most clear thing Yuuri had ever gotten out of him, and he merely smiled. Victor had made it kind of obvious that he was staying of his own accord. No one was going to force him to go anywhere.

Still, Yurio's attempts at seeming intimidating were cute. He was like a kitten. A fierce kitten with too much fur, who was easily riled up.

"Whatever you say."

Yuuri waved cheerfully when he stepped off the elevator, leaving the teen to gripe to himself.

He was suddenly feeling better about the Short Program, not that he worried all that much about it to begin with.

The Rostelecom Cup was going to be interesting.

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