Yuuri stared at himself in the mirror, trying to get used to his new suit. Victor had insisted that he couldn't wear his old suit for the Worlds banquet. Yuuri had managed to hide the original suit from his fiancé's destructive path, but he hadn't been able to avoid the purchase of a new one.

As he was pulling the tie off of the hanger, Victor emerged from the hotel bathroom. His eyes widened under his still-wet hair, and he let out a low whistle. "You look amazing. See, lapochka, didn't I tell you this was worth the money?" He walked closer with a smile pasted on over the predatory look in his eyes that Yuuri knew only too well.

The Japanese man grumbled, "I'm not so sure about that. You wouldn't even tell me how much money you spent on it."

"Aah, don't worry about that." His fiancé was standing directly in front of him now, and kissed him lightly on the nose.

Sensing that this whole interaction was headed in a potentially dangerous direction, Yuuri held up his hand between them, thrusting the tie at Victor. "Can you please tie the—"

"Knot? With you? Of course I can, why do you ask? Do you want to just blow off the whole banquet and find somewhere we can get married instead? We have put a lot of time into planning the wedding for this fall, but then again there's no time like the present! I wonder where we can find someone to perform the ceremony here—"

"Vitya!" Yuuri broke into his fiancé's ramblings. He felt his face burning red as he exclaimed, "I was going to say tie the tie!"

Victor's soft smile helped calm down Yuuri's now-racing heart. "Of course, serdtse moya." With slow hands, he wrapped the tie around the other man's neck, gazing directly into Yuuri's eyes with an almost unbearable heat. Finally, he leaned in until their mouths were almost touching and whispered, "It's done." As Yuuri shivered, a quick peck was placed on his lips.

Victor withdrew suddenly, and the tension dissipated as he gave a heart-shaped smile. "My turn to get ready now! We wouldn't want to be late." He turned and went over to his own suit bag and began pulling out clothing items. Yuuri stared after him for a few long moments, feeling captured by a spell that he wasn't quite ready to break free from. He managed to pull himself partially out of his daze and sat down in one of the room's chairs to wait for his partner to be finished.

He had managed to calm himself down and was looking through his phone when he heard his coach announce, "I'm ready!"

Looking up, he caught his breath. Victor, as always, was stunning. Yuuri managed to say in a strangled voice, "You look nice."

With a laugh, Victor walked closer. "Fine, I'll marry you already. Wow, so pushy." With a winning smile, he offered a hand to his fiancé. "Shall we go, krasavets?"

Despite the flutter at the pet name that was usually only used in bed, Yuuri placed his hand into Victor's outstretched one and rose out of his seat. He tugged gently on the hand, pulling their bodies flush against each other. He brought his free hand up to cup the back of his fiancé's neck, and leaned in close enough that their breath mingled together. He relished the surprise in the blue eyes he loved so much as he paused, then whispered, "Yes, we should go. We don't want to be late."

As quickly as he had drawn close, he moved back and stepped around his coach, heading to the door. As he was turning the handle, he heard a whispered curse from behind him, and couldn't keep a smirk off his face. He was already starting to wonder how long they would actually last at the banquet.