Sorry for the delay putting this up I wanted to have it up last week but I've just moved and the internet at my new place is non-existant! Anyway enjoy!

Chapter 2 -

Face twitching Victors eyes fluttered open. He recognised he was laying down in a bed but it sure wasn't his bed. It was hard and the blanket covering him scratchy. He went to lift his head up but the searing pain that coursed through him when he did made him groan and abandon the action. He was suddenly aware of movement beside him and his hand being gripped.

"Oh thank god your awake, I was getting really worried"

He'd recognise that voice anywhere. It made him smile before pain hit again and he scrunched his face.

"Yuri, where am I?" Victor kept his eyes closed as his head pounded.

"I've been told there was a commotion at the rink and you got thrown into the wall hitting your head really hard." Yuri wanted to cry at what he befallen his husband, "I shouldn't have left you, I should have waited." Tears broke free and silently fell down his cheeks.

Victor opened his eyes and fought the pain the turn his head in the direction he guessed Yuri was in,

"You weren't to know and that would probably have ended up with both of us hurt."

Yuri knew this to be true and just lent forward to nuzzle into Victor. They stayed like this for a while, Yuri leaning over the bed from his chair and Victor leaning into the contact as best he could considering every movement seemed to set off the woodpecker that was residing at the base of his skull.

There was a knock at the door and a doctor walked in looking all important but not scary. He held a clip board which had a few sheets of paper containing Victor's details and test results.

"Well Mr. Nikiforov I have no bad news for you, everything on your charts looks good." Yuri beamed in relief.

"So can he come home?"

"He only has a mild concussion and no doubt quite a bit of pain," the doctor looked over the Victor for confirmation on the last part and he gave a slight nod to avoid excess pain, "in which case he is clear to leave but he needs to stay home for at least 3 days to allow for a recovery or you'll be back here again and I don't think your fans could deal with that." The doctor smiled at the statement and the reaction it got from the men. He left to fill out the clearing paperwork and Yuri turned his attention back to his beloved, smiling from ear to ear.

They walked through the door to their home, Yuri holding onto Victor like if he let go he would collapse to the ground. Victor did protest but gave up once he knew Yuri just wasn't backing down. Victor plopped himself down on the sofa feeling quite exhausted and his head pounding.

"I'll make us some hot chocolate" Yuri said wandering into the kitchen area.

As Victor sat waiting for Yuris return everything suddenly seemed very very bright, like he was having a light shone directly into his eyes. He couldn't see. He panicked a bit with his brain coming to the conclusion the best thing to do was to bury his head into the sofa cushions. This is how Yuri found him when he came back.

"Why are you sat like that?" He placed the mugs carefully down on the table hoping Makkachin wouldn't knock them over if he came through.

Although muffled Yuri made out from Victor, "Everything went bright so I needed some darkness".

Yuri giggled thinking it must just be a side effect from the concussion. He wandered over turning off the big main room lights and turned on the dimmer side lights.

"There you go honey is that better? Here drink your coco before it gets cold."

Victor sat up appreciating the dullness of the room, taking the mug from Yuri he gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

"I love you please don't ever leave me."

"As if I would."

They snuggled down and watched some pointless TV for the rest of the evening. Victor much preferred this scenario compared to the hospital one. He was at home lounging on his comfy, familiar sofa, snuggled up to his loving, familiar husband, in a room that was just familiar. However much he didn't want to move from his current position the glare from the TV was starting to hurt his eyes and he could feel that woodpecker in his head again.

"Yuri, sweetheart, I think I'm going to take some painkillers and head off to bed."

Yuri had actually been drifting in and out of sleep himself but jolted slightly at Victor needing attention.

"Vitya are you ok? Do you need anything? Do you feel odd?" Yuri unintentionally sounded panicked.

"Hehe, don't worry Yu~ri, it's just a headache. Though if you're offering help would you mind bringing the meds and some water I really just wanna curl up in bed."

Calming down Yuri nodded and hurried to gather the stuff victor wanted plus a soothing heat pad and anything he himself wanted. With his little tray filled with goodies he plodded into their bedroom. Here he found Victor cocooned up in the duvet with just the top of his head poking out silver hair spreading over the pillows.

"I know you're in pain and everything but these new positions I'm finding you in are rather cute." Yuri placed the tray down on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. A little silver head popped out of the cocooned.

"The duvet was just so snuggly and inviting and smelt like you." He nestled towards Yuri which required more effort than he thought in his duvet wrap so he relinquished some enabling him to take the pain killers.

Yuri pulled Victor closer craving his closeness and contact. He truly hated seeing Victor suffering. He placed a small but needy kiss on his husbands' cheek. Victor leant more into the touch as it was so soothing to him. Yuri pushed further unravelling the Victor cocoon meeting no resistance. Unveiling the butterfly that was Victor, Yuri moved to straddle his legs, gently cupping Victors face in his hands he placed a passionate loving kiss on Victor's lips. Victor had noticed how gently Yuri was being and knew very well the reason.

"Yuri I'm not going to break, it's just a concussion," staring into those chocolate orbs his turquoise ones swimming with desire, "If you're going to do what I think you are, do it properly." As if to emphasis his point he jutted his knees up forcing Yuri to slide forward to his crotch enabling him to feel the end building there. Yuri pushed down with his hips into Victors both moaning at the contact. It was the only real encouragement needed. The overly tenderness was dropped by Yuri in favour of wanton need. He ran his fingers through silky smooth silver strands, wrapping his fingers around them and tugging victor into a rough kiss. Victor ignored the small amount of pain that began as he didn't want Yuri to stop. The grip was relinquished so Yuri could remove the pesky clothing on his body preventing skin to skin contact. He didn't even remove himself from straddling Victor, merely standing in position to drop his trousers and underwear, resulting in Yuri's erection being literally the only thing Victor could see. He couldn't help but reach out to stroke it. Yuri's knees buckled underneath him at the feeling, he didn't have the best footing being on a soft moving mattress but he managed to control his descent back to Victors lap without falling.

"Nnn… Victor… tonight is.. just about you ok?" Yuri panted out before he completely caved to the touch.

"But my Yuri you are so delectable" Licking his lips he released his lover upon seeing the eyes facing him filled with lust and determination. He relaxed back against the pillows allowing Yuri to do whatever he pleased. Taking his cue Yuri set about massaging the expanse of chest that was openly laid out in front of him. Touching, licking, kissing, and biting everywhere he could reach while attempting to keep their crouches separated which proved to be increasingly difficult as both men got lost in the swells of their actions.

Victor couldn't help but stare at Yuris butt wiggling in the air as he shimmied down victors' body before stopping, mouth hovering at his hips.

"Having fun?" accented by a deliberate, undulating wiggle. Victor just raised an eyebrow giving a look of well duh. Before comprehending what was happening Yuri had gripped Victor's hips down in place, bent down and while rolling his body back up gave a long sensual lick up the entire length of Victor's erection. Hands clawed in the sheets around him as he fought against those strong hands holding him down. Yuri relished being in control, being the reason Victor came completely undone, his face making unplanned shapes and sounds. Yuri knew only he could do this and only he could see it. He decided not to be too much of a tease considering Victor had just been released from hospital and had just been falling asleep on the sofa. He lowered his body down, lips taking in the head, circling his tongue around and across the top. More beautiful sounds falling from the mouth above him. Yuri took a bit more of him into his mouth, licking and sucking. For some reason he was finding Victor so much more erotic than usual making him so painfully hard but it just spurred him on to complete the job at hand. He took the whole length in his mouth, deep throating, Victors head snapped backwards,

"ARGHNNG"

Quick as a flash Yuri withdrew from his position just quick enough to avoid being kneed in the chin. The volume and sound of that yell had definitely not been of pleasure but gut wrenching pain. Yuri didn't know what to do whilst he watched Victor assume the foetal position clutching at the back of his head.

"Oh god, Victor whats wrong?" panic clearly evident in his voice. Victor couldn't really manage to speak but just groaned in pain. He grabbed Yuri and pulled him close just knowing he didn't want him leaving him.

Victor felt like the feeling was subsiding and he began to relax his body and hold on Yuri, which relieved the younger knowing it was reducing. Victor knew this wasn't right but he couldn't place what about it was exactly wrong. He just knew he couldn't tell Yuri and worry him over potentially nothing.