They walked back to Yu-Topia together, Victor refusing to remove his arm from its hold on Yuuri's shoulders, even when his husband protested that he was having a hard time walking. Makkachin ruined this, however, by pouncing on both of his masters the second they walked into the inn. He greeted Victor quickly and then focused on Yuuri, seeming anxious at having been left behind. Yuuri's delighted laughter soon turned to tears as he knelt down and embraced the poodle around the neck, trying his best not to cry in front of the few customers that were around.

Victor spent a moment smiling at this scene before wandering inside to find his mother-in-law. He located her fairly quickly, attending to early diners with Aki strapped to her back. As soon as she saw her papa, the baby started cooing as loudly as she could, reaching her arms towards him. He was sure he was grinning like an idiot as he made his way over to her and gave her a kiss on top of her head, cradling it gently for a long moment before drawing away.

Hiroko looked around conspiratorially and leaned in to whisper, "Did everything turn out all right with Yuuri, then?"

He smiled even wider, if that was possible. "Yes, we managed to work things out." His face sobered as he added, "This was mostly my fault, I'm afraid. I'm sorry that I haven't been a good husband to your son." He stepped back to bow deeply to her.

"Vicchan, that's enough of that! Yuuri's otousan and I both know that you have been an excellent spouse. More than anything, thank you for putting up with our son for so long." She returned his bow.

He smiled wryly as they both straightened up. "I'm afraid I haven't been as good as I could be, but I will do better."

"I understand. Would you like to take Aki-chan back?"

"Not right now. If you don't mind holding her for a little longer, that is."

Hiroko's eyes sparkled knowingly. "Ah, of course, that's fine. You take all the time you want, she's no trouble at all. She behaves quite well for her obaachan."

Victor smiled. "Well, I suppose she has to behave for someone. Thank you." He turned around and went to locate his husband.

He found him in the foyer, still petting Makkachin. He looked up when Victor entered, and said with a sheepish smile, "I know it's silly, but I had thought that I might never see him again."

The comment struck at Victor's heart, and he asked, "Yuuri, why didn't you bring him with you then?"

He blinked. "Well, Vitya, he's your dog. It didn't seem right to take him away from you."

"He's your dog just as much as he is mine. And if you know it's not right to deprive him of his master, then don't leave again."

Yuuri stood up and wrapped his arms around his husband's waist. "I promise I won't," he whispered, laying his head on Victor's shoulder.

An electric shot went through Victor's body, and he murmured into the silky black hair, "Let's go to the private onsen, lapochka."

Yuuri shivered and nodded, and allowed himself to be led by the hand to the inn's only private onsen. He checked to make sure that there was nobody in the adjoining room, then locked the door and made his way to the shower area. Victor was already standing there, naked, dumping water over his head. Yuuri watched in fascination as the water cascaded down the planes of his body, and was disappointed with how quickly it ended. Victor opened his eyes and saw his husband. He smiled and said, "Take your clothes off and come join me, zvezda moya."

Yuuri gulped, hoping that the sound wasn't too loud. He removed his clothes and left them folded neatly next to Victor's own haphazard pile. He couldn't help a wry smile. It was just like at home. The thought caused a sudden sob to catch in his chest, and he crouched down with his head on his knees, trying desperately to regain control of his emotions.

The wet sound of footsteps hurried towards him and a hand was placed on his back. "Yuuri, are you all right?" Victor's worried voice sounded in his ear, and he looked up to see those stunning ice-blue eyes peering into his.

He tried to laugh off the situation, sniffling heavily. "No, it's nothing, Vitya. I'm fine."

"Stop trying to hide things from me," Victor growled. "Didn't we just decide to stop doing that? I want to know what you're feeling, because obviously it upset you."

"Well, it's kind of silly...I was just thinking that I'm glad to see your clothes thrown into a pile like normal."

Victor's worried expression cracked into a grin. "Wow, that's the first time you've ever said that! I'll have to remember that for when we get back home and you get upset about my laundry piles."

Laughing, Yuuri scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Don't get too far ahead of yourself, Vitya. This is the only time I'm going to let it pass. You have to behave from now on."

"I hope you don't expect me to behave too much," Victor murmured, leaning in to nip his husband's ear lobe.

Yuuri yelped, and immediately covered his mouth with one hand. Victor parted his lips to suck in more of Yuuri's ear lobe, simultaneously tracing his hand down the curve of Yuuri's spine. His other hand came to rest lightly on top of Yuuri's thigh, where the fingers began to trace a tantalizing dance. He felt overwhelmed with sensations in so many places, and his voice broke through the barrier of his hand, emitting a low whine.

"That's it, krasavets, let it out for me." Victor's hand traced down lower along the curve of Yuuri's ass, coming to rest at his entrance.

"Vi-Vitya, I haven't washed myself yet," he managed to gasp, dropping his hand entirely.

"That's all right, lapochka. I won't put in more than a finger, and I'm still wet from washing off." His finger traced languid circles as he spoke, and then slowly pushed against the puckering edge until it was sucked inside.

Yuuri gasped and fell forward onto his hands and knees. Victor's finger pressed further inside of him, working slowly back and forth as his other hand slid up to cup Yuuri's balls. His back arched, and he let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. "Ahh, Vitya, it feels good having you in me."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Yuuri shook his head. "No, I like it a little dry sometimes."

The motions stopped, and Victor swore under his breath. Suddenly his touch left Yuuri. Feeling empty, he turned his head to see the reason. His husband was walking over to the row of bottles near the faucet, pawing through them one by one as he muttered to himself.

"Vitya, what are you doing?"

Selecting a bottle, Victor carried it back over to where his lover was kneeling on the floor. As he sat back down he replied, "I can't handle you being so sexy like that. I need to take you before we get in the onsen." He pumped out some liquid onto his hand, spreading it on his fingers. Yuuri felt the pads of two digits touching his hole, and his body twitched. The tips of the fingers entered, then spread him apart. He shuddered, and Victor pressed inside fully as he shifted his body so he was kneeling behind his husband. His motions grew faster and harder, until Yuuri gasped out, "You can come inside me now, anata."

The fingers pulsed inside him for another few beats before being slowly withdrawn. A few seconds later, he felt the press of Victor's head against him, a little hesitantly. Impatiently, Yuuri thrust his hips backwards, impaling himself on his husband's length.

They both moaned as Victor's cock slid fully inside. He laughed breathlessly. "A little eager, were you, lyubov moya?"

"Yes, Vitya. Please fuck me." Yuuri turned his head around to look at the Russian man with heavy eyes.

He stared at Yuuri for a moment before growling, "Der'mo," and pulling himself out, shoving back inside savagely.

Yuuri's head fell back forward, flopping limply between his arms as he gave himself over to the sensations from his husband's cock. As he began thrusting, Victor grabbed him firmly by the hips, and ground out, "I love you."

Loosely, Yuuri nodded his head. Victor grabbed him tighter, leaning over a little as he said again, "I love you."

This didn't seem to be enough for him, though. His hands quested up and down Yuuri's back, resting on his shoulders and grasping them to hold him in place while he thrusted. "I love you," Victor said again.

Yuuri nodded again, but he was having a harder time focusing on his husband's words as Victor ran his hands back down Yuuri's sides. One hand went under his leg, lifting it up as Victor continued pushing into him. "I love you."

Although this position allowed Victor to thrust inside of him more deeply, it was tiring for Yuuri to kneel like this. After a little while, he dropped down onto his forearms, and then after a few more seconds, he lowered his body down to the ground as well.

Victor, however, kept his hold on Yuuri's leg so that he ended up on his side with his leg being held straight up against his husband's body. Victor gave a wolfish grin and started to push harshly inside of Yuuri, once again grunting, "I love you. I love you, Yuuri."

Now able to see his husband, Yuuri panted as he stared at the curtain of swaying silver hair and the focused face beneath it, simply enjoying looking at him. Victor looked up, and his startlingly blue eyes met Yuuri's gaze. He gave a lopsided smile and said again, "I love you."

Yuuri nodded. "I know, Vitya."

The smile disappeared, and Victor dropped Yuuri's leg, pitching forward onto his hands. "No. No, you don't know, Yuuri. That's why we're in this situation, because I didn't do a good enough job of letting you know that I love you. So I'm going to make sure that you know. I'll fill you up with my cock and my seed and my words until all of my love is leaking out of you, and you won't ever be able to forget how much I love you." He leaned down and sealed his mouth over Yuuri's, demanding entrance for his tongue. Willingly, Yuuri parted his lips, and as he did so his husband began thrusting again, this time with slower, languid strokes, so that Yuuri was forced to feel his full length with every motion.

He allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of being fucked slowly and lovingly, until Victor broke away from his mouth and whispered once again, "I love you."

He smiled up at him hazily and said, "I love you too, Vitya." As he moved he realized his back was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, so he pushed on Victor's chest a little, gaining some space so he could shift and rearrange his legs until they were clasped around his husband's waist. Once he was settled, he wrapped his arms around Victor's neck and looked up at him with a smile. "I love you," he whispered, wiggling his hips a little so that his lover would know he was ready to be penetrated again.

Victor took the hint, pushing his length back inside. He began to thrust wildly, and Yuuri recognized that he was nearing his climax. "Touch me too," he gasped, not willing to relinquish his hold on his husband's body.

The silver head nodded, and Victor leaned down to support his weight on one forearm, reaching the other hand between them to work its way up and down Yuuri's cock.

He didn't need much stimulation to come, and within a few pumps he was shuddering in release, all of his muscles clenching down as his cum streamed out. Victor's strokes grew slower, and with one last push, Yuuri felt himself being filled up.

Victor's body relaxed onto his own, and they both laid on the ground, panting for several seconds. Then Victor's voice sounded by his ear, "I love you, lapochka."

Turning his head in an attempt to look at his husband, Yuuri replied, "Aishiteru."

Victor levered himself up, giving Yuuri a lingering kiss before removing his body. He reached down and picked the other man up off the floor, setting him gently on a stool. "You just sit there, lyubimiy. I'll wash you off."

"Vitya, I can do it myself."

"But I made a mess out of you. Besides, I want to make a mess out of you again, so this seems fair." Victor winked at him, and Yuuri's body shivered.

He felt a trickle of cum draining out of his ass, and frowned. "Wait a second, you can't do that in the onsen! You'll make a mess, and I'll be the one stuck cleaning it up later!"

Victor came over to him, holding the basin of water. "It's fine, when I'm ready to come we can just get out of the water. And besides, I want you to come in me too, so won't we both be making a mess?" He gave a smile that Yuuri felt was really unfair. "Now close your eyes, dorogoi." Yuuri barely had time to obey before the water was crashing down over his head. As he spluttered under the cascade, a kiss was planted on the back of his bowed head, and Victor's voice murmured, "I love you so much."

Yuuri wiped his eyes and looked up at him "I do know, Vitya. And I love you, too."

His husband's eyes were filled with heat as he replied, "Well, we have all night to make sure you remember that."