"Yuuri! I need your help!"

Putting his phone down, Yuuri glanced at his husband. He was standing in their bedroom doorway, holding a blanket and wearing an anticipatory look that instantly put Yuuri on defense.

"What is it?"

At his husband's tone, Victor arranged his face into his puppy-dog pleading look. "Why are you being so cold to me, solnyshko? All I want is your help for a minute or so."

Swayed a little despite himself, Yuuri asked, "Help with what?"

Eyes lighting up, Victor dashed over and pressed his phone into Yuuri's hands. "All I need you to do is video for me. After you did such a good job with the last challenge, I think everyone will love to see what we create this time!"

Yuuri groaned. "I knew it, you want me for some weird internet meme again!"

"What are you saying, dorogoi, I want you for much more than that! Although at this moment, I do want your videographer skills." He winked mischievously.

Despite himself, Yuuri's stomach did a little flip. Damn this man for being so adorably sexy all the time. To cover it up, he asked grumpily, "So what do you need me to film?"

Leaning down, Victor murmured into his husband's ear, "I'm going to bring Makkachin in here. Then I'm going to stand in the hallway and hold the blanket over the door. I just need you to film what Makkachin does when I drop the blanket, okay?"

Yuuri nodded stiffly. His husband knew his ears were weak, and although he was ashamed to admit it, he had completely fallen for Victor's sex appeal in this instance. Resigned, he got the phone ready to record as Makkachin was called into the room and situated in front of the door.

Victor positioned himself in the hallway, holding the blanket up to his chest. He looked expectantly at his spouse. "Are you ready?'

Yuuri held up the phone, and responded with a thumbs-up. He hit the record button as Victor raised the blanket up over his chest. He lowered the blanket once to look at Makkachin, who sat happily thumping his tail on the floor. With a grin, Victor raised the blanket again, holding it in place for a moment before letting it fall to reveal an empty doorway.

Yuuri shifted the camera slightly to get more of Makkachin's reaction. The poodle's tail stopped its wild path, falling still. He turned his head to look at Yuuri, then back to the door, then back at Yuuri. The Japanese man sighed. "I don't know where he went, Makkachin. Why don't you go look for him?" He added to himself under his breath, "That dumbass."

Given permission to get up, Makkachin bounded for the door. Standing, Yuuri followed him, filming his mad dash down the hallway in search of his master. When he reached the living room, Victor leaned out from behind the wall, crying out in excitement, "Makkachin!"

The dog skidded backwards, startled at his owner's sudden appearance. Yuuri snorted in laughter as his spouse's face fell. Frantically, he tried to calm the poodle. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, my poor little baby! Come here, I'm sorry!" Holding his arms out, he knelt down and became an instant target of sloppy kisses from the now-ecstatic poodle.

"Well, looks like your little game backfired on you," Yuuri commented dryly, shutting off the video.

Victor looked up at his spouse, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Yuuuuriiiii," he keened.

With a long-suffering sigh, Yuuri bent over to place a kiss on his husband's silver head. "There there, Vitya, Makkachin is fine. You only startled him a little. See, he forgives you, it's all fine."

Sniffling violently, Victor smiled up at his spouse. "You're right, lapochka. He seems fine now. So, did you get that all on video?"

Yuuri silently handed over the phone, quietly reminding himself of their wedding vows, and the fact that he loved this odd man.