I'm so sorry this is super late. I went on a vacation last week to Florida and didn't have time to finish the chapter, let alone update. I hope to be able to update again on Tuesday, but as of late, I've been obsessing way too hard over the new Infinity War trailer. (*squee!* so excited) Sorry it's a bit short, but I wanted to get you a new chapter as soon as possible.

Viktor's POV

"W-wanna dance with me?"

Viktor's face flushed. "Alright…" he trailed off when Yuuri grabbed his hands to put one around his own waist, and held the other tight in his own hands. Yuuri's head rested against Viktor's chest.

Viktor felt like his heart was going to explode. Yuuri was beautiful, yes, and Viktor couldn't help quickly falling in love, but this was so… wrong. They could get in serious trouble for this. There would be somebody claiming that they can't do their jobs correctly while being so biased as being in a relationship.

But still… Yuuri was beautiful. The flickering torchlight illuminated his face, making his dark clothes shimmer lightly. His blue-tinted cheeks flushed slightly from the alcohol, hair brushed back to show off his soft but stunning features. Thick eyelashes brushed up against his cheeks as they fluttered shut, head still resting on Viktor's chest. He really hoped Yuuri couldn't hear his heartbeat. (Hehe…. Get it?)

Yuuri's eyes stayed shut, and his head supported itself again. The soft music floated through the palace next to them, the pair still swaying lightly. Yuuri's arms tightened around Viktor's neck, and he slowly leaned up towards Viktor's face.

Viktor couldn't help himself. Yuuri was asking for it, and Viktor really wanted to give it to him. He leaned down, his own eyes closing. A fire was growing larger his chest, growing larger and larger until he was numb on the inside.

A pair of lips lightly brushed his. The fire exploded, and Viktor lost what should have been his control, pulling the smaller man closer to him, and kissing him fervently. Yuuri only kissed back, lean fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly. Normally, Viktor hated it when people pulled his hair, but this was different. It was… bliss.

Viktor pulled back, regretfully, and Yuuri only chased the kiss for a few moments more. They stood for another moment, still swaying to the music, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together.

He heard a giggle, and opened his eyes. Yuuri was smiling drunkenly, and Viktor cursed himself mentally. He shouldn't have been stupid enough to kiss a drunk man and expect him to hold his feelings until morning. "Y-you kissed back," Yuuri gasped breathlessly.

Viktor flushed. "I… I guess I did. Sorry."

Yuuri only got closer. "Don't apologize." He leaned in again, and Viktor did the same and-

"What are you two doing?!"

Viktor jumped away from an oblivious Yuuri, who seemed very confused, and not surprised.

Phichit, Otabek, Yurio, and Mila all stood at the edge of the garden, about twenty-five meters away. Phichit, Mila, and Otabek all looked like they wanted to laugh, but Yurio looked downright livid. "You two are idiots!" He practically screamed at them, face reddening. Viktor failed at keeping back a chuckle. "WHAT?!" The younger man shrieked.

Viktor sniggered. "Your face is so red."

Yurio almost had steam coming out of his ears. "You think I look funny?! You look like a… a…"

At this, Phichit let loose a loud laugh. (tongue twister!) "You c-can't even come up w-with a real insult!" He doubled over, clutching his stomach as he giggled. The others joined in laughing.

Viktor wiped away a fake tear. "Honestly, Yura. It doesn't matter. King Yuuri here got drunk, and well…" He turned and winked back at Yuuri, who blushed. "He's a flirty drunk, let's just say." He turned back to Phichit. "You might want to take him home. He might hurt himself."

Mila snickered at that. "Himself and the hearts of innocent men." Viktor shot her warning glance, and she stopped after that, but she still held a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She turned away, and Viktor followed her. He turned back for a short glance back at Yuuri who was laughing loudly at something a snorting Phichit had said.

He heard a loud groan from next to him. Yurio was rolling his eyes at Viktor. "What?!" he flung back.

Yurio just grumped. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath.

Viktor only turned away in response, laughing in his head. "You'll get it one day. Maybe."

"Like I want to," snapped the teenager. "You should have seen yourself, galloping across daisy-filled prairies full of unicorns and butterflies with that piece of garbage next to you," he said, his voice turning to a mocking tone.

Viktor may have gotten a little angry at that. "At least show some respect. He's a king, just like me. And just because you have a high position doesn't mean you get to insult whoever you choose."

Yurio rolled his eyes again. "Whatever you say, old man."

Mila just watched the pair with amused eyes. "We're going back to Solis."

"Alright," Viktor grunted in return, still smoking from Yurio's retort.

I'll do my best to update this Tuesday, but no promises. Please review!