Before it was Yuuri's turn to use the shower, he searched among his clothes a loose one that he could give to Viktor, since the silver-haired man was taller than him and Yuuri wasn't sure if any of his shirts would fit him. And, not daring to look at him, grateful that the bathroom's door separated them, he handed to Viktor a shirt and pajama pants.

After accepting the clothes, Viktor petted Yuuri's arm with affection, smiling gently at him and somewhat shyly. Yuuri didn't know how he was supposed to responded that, but somehow that made him feel less uncomfortable about what he had did moments ago to calm his erection. So he smiled too.

When Yuuri had ended his shower, he heard laughter in the dining room. Then he went to see what happened, and he found that his mother and Viktor were looking at the family album, specifically his childhood photographs.

"Aww! Who cute!" Viktor exclaimed with bright eyes, pointing to a five year old Yuuri who was hugging a stuffed dog, and with his own cellphone he captured the whole page. "Do you have more pictures like that, Mrs. Katsuki?"

"Oh, Vicchan. Please, call me Hiroko. It makes me feel old when someone call me by my last name. And of course I have more pictures!" She said while taking another batch of albums photos from a cardboard box.

"Yuuri!" Viktor called him after noticing his presence. "Come here. Look at your photos with us! I cannot believe that you were so cute since you were a child!"

"Right?!" Hiroko said with a smile. "My Yuuri has always been a handsome boy."

"Mom...!" He muttered with embarrassment, but at the same time he was relieved to know that his mother had fun with that; that she didn't find anything strange or unpleasant about Viktor's behavior. In fact, he began to suspect that she already knew what kind of relationship they had. "Ah! Viktor, you hair is still wet!" He admonished him and placing his own towel on Viktor's head.

"Oh Tha's true Vicchan! I'm sorry. I didn't let you dry your hair before showing you the photos." She apologized.

"No problem! At least now I have pictures of baby Yuuri." Viktor kissed the screen of his cellphone with affection.

"I'm glad I helped." She laughed as she got up from the table to go to the kitchen. "Guys, I'm going to make dinner now. Feel like at home, Vicchan."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hiroko!" He replied smiling. Viktor intended to continue looking at the albums, but Yuuri began to return them to the cardboard. "Yuuri!" He said with a frown, but the dark-haired boy ignored him.

"Your hair first. Let's go to my room."

Still with some embarrassment for what he did minutes ago in his room, he guided Viktor there to help him with his hair.

After entering, he found a dry towel in the drawers. Yuuri sat on the edge of his bed and told Viktor to sit down on the floor, turning his back at him, so Yuuri could have a better access to his silver strands that he immediately began to rub gently with the towel.

"Yuuri... I jerked off thinking about you in the shower." Because Yuuri didn't expect such a comment, he made extra pressure with the towel. "Ouch!"

"A-ah! I'm sorry..."

"No. It's my fault... I guess I've offended you." Viktor said dejectedly. He feared that, if he turned to look at Yuuri, he could run into angry brown eyes.

"No! I..." Yuuri sighed, resting his forehead against Viktor's nape, and feeling a bit uneasy by what he was about to say. "I also did that thinking about you..."

"I know." He laughed and looked at him sideways, with his cheeks flushed from having felt Yuuri's breathing in his neck. "I realized that because you haven't looked me in the eyes since I came out of the shower." Then he fully turned to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips, leaving the dark-haired boy stunned by his statement. "But I want you to know that it doesn't bother me at all that you touch yourself thinking about me, because I will also do it thinking about you." Viktor showed a radiant smile as Yuuri blushed in sheer embarrassment.

"Vi-Viktor." He tried to admonish him for his comment, but ended up giving up when he remembered that sometimes Viktor spoke without really thinking his words. What made him wonder how, being this shy, Viktor sometimes said things like this without qualms. On the other side, Yuuri had to admit that thanks to that comment the tension that had formed between them was broken. "Okay. It's good to know..." He said with sarcasm to settle down the issue, then changed to subject, returning his hands to Viktor's hair. "It seems that mom made plans for us tonight, right? Are you sure you want to stay for dinner?"

"Of course, Yuuri! Your dad and your mom are very nice people, and your sister is very funny. It's been so long since the last I felt part of a family..." The dark-haired boy could hear something like nostalgia in his voice, which made him remember that he still didn't know anything about Viktor's family, and when he was about to ask, the silver-haired man continued talking. "By the way, what do you do to spend time after skating?"

"Oh..." That was the boring part of his life that Yuuri didn't want Viktor to know about him. But at this point, there was no sense to trying to hide it. "Actually, I don't do much. Sometimes I watch TV... or listen to music."

"What kind of music?" He asked curiously. Viktor really seemed to want to know more about his boyfriend, and from his boyish tone of voice, Yuuri knew he was asking with genuine interest. It was difficult to refuse that.

Instead of answering, Yuuri rose from the bed and searched for his cellphone over the desk, and incidentally took a comb. He sat down again and put a playlist to let music to play like a background in a not very loud volume.

The dark-haired boy didn't have a particle taste in the music. He simply kept the songs that he liked at the moment to listen to them later while doing nothing. Both boys remained silent, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was a pleasant one. Viktor shivering with pleasure as he felt Yuri's fingers walking through his strands. And when Yuuri used the comb to untangle his silver locks, he had relaxed so much that he began to nod.

"Viktor? Are you okay?" Yuuri inquired while Viktor struggled to be awake. After giving a big yawn, the silver-haired man got up from the floor only to lie down on the bed, pulling Yuuri with him.

"Lend me your bed for a while." He said with his blue eyes already closed as he settled into the pillows. Yuuri's bed wasn't very spacious, it was just for one person; so Viktor wrapped Yuuri's waist with his arms so the two of them could fit in, also taking advantage of the situation to be as close as possible with his boyfriend.

Yuuri thought on protest because Viktor's hair was still a bit wet. However, he remembered that Viktor had already told him that he felt tired after the skating training, which he wasn't used to it, so it was obvious that he would be sleepy. Yuuri sighed. He could wake him up when dinner were ready.

He dropped the comb to the floor and reached for his cellphone on the blankets to lower the volume of the music, then he placed it near their pillows, not forgetting to also take off his glasses.

That... it wasn't so bad. Yuuri was listening to his favorite music, laying on his bed, like he would always do; but with the difference of an already slept Viktor bewteen his arms. Viktor body heat made him felt sleepy too.

When Viktor opened his eyes, he saw that everything was dark. Someone had turned off the light of the room and the music from the cellphone, besides, they had a blanket of top of them. Viktor still felt Yuuri in his arms, and he know he would wake up if he didn't felt his body heat. So it must have been someone of his family. The strangest thing of all is that he could feel an extra weight on them...

"Makkachin?" He mumbled still drowsy. Maybe he was dreaming.

The puppy, upon hearing his name, threw himself against Viktor's face to lick him animatedly. Not wanting to wake up Yuuri, he tried to calm down his pet by petted him. It wasn't necessary to think much about it to know that Makkachin had escaped from home and left to search for him. But the real question was, who had let him entered Yuuri's room?

By the blue light that came through the window Viktor knew it was early morning. They had missed dinner. He was hoping that Yuuri's parents wouldn't be bother with them because of that.

Viktor then remembered with some embarrassment when Hiroko asked him to see the family albums with her, showing him, almost on purpose, the cutest photographs of the dark-haired boy.

At first, Viktor managed to restrain himself, so he wouldn't seemed suspicious, and he remained firm until he saw a picture of Yuuri still in diapers. At that he couldn't help but comment how adorable he looked.

"Oh, Vicchan! You remind me of the day my mother-in-law showed me old photographs of my husband for the first time. I reacted the same way you did." She said while laughing. And the silver-haired man looked at her in shock. Did she already noticed?

Viktor understood that Yuuri would take some time in telling his parents about their relationship. It was still too early for that. He couldn't do it with his own parents either... Although his reason was because he hadn't crossed words with them for years.

No. He didn't want to think about sad things at that moment, not while having Yuuri and Makkachin by his side. The dark-haired boy looked so adorable asleep that Viktor had to touch his cheek to confirm that Yuuri wasn't a dream.

"Viktor..." Yuuri muttered, and Viktor thought he had awakened him. However, he still had his eyes closed and his breathing was very calm. Then Viktor blushed. Yuuri was dreaming with him!

"Wake up, sleeping beauties. Breakfast is ready."

Yuuri heard his sister's voice. He sat on the bed and looked for his glasses, noticing afterwards the sleeping puppy on Viktor's face.

"Makkachin?" He inquired in surprised. "What is he doing here?" He turned to Mari for an explanation and she laughed instead.

"I could ask you the same thing. You and Vicchan sleeping in the same bed. Please tell me you're still a virgin."

"Mari!" He exclaimed in a low voice and his face completely red with embarrassment. His sister was older than him and they trust each other, so she had no problem asking him that kind of thing and so directly.

"Hey, I'm just asking you if he is your boyfriend, or what. That's all." She said with a bored face. "It's not like mom or dad hadn't noticed already."

"Yes. I also think they suspect something... And yes... Viktor is ... my boyfriend." He admitted and sighed.

"Yes, I imagined it." She laughed and ruffled his hair. "Ah. About the dog. It's Viktor's?" Yuuri nodded. "Yesterday, when you were already asleep, Mom and I heard that something was knocking the front door, and as soon as I opened it, the dog came running to your room. It was very fun, we even took pictures."

Yuuri sighed in resignation. He had never liked being photographed. He mentally cursed technology and his cellphones with a camera. When he finished talking to his sister, he woke Viktor. They had breakfast in the dining room with tis parents and sister (they had to improvise an old bowl like a pet bowl for Makkachin). The conversation was pleasant and full of laughter. And Yuuri began to make mental plans to formally tell his parents about his boyfriend. After a couple of hours Viktor retrieved his clothes and said goodbye.

"Yuuri, how about next weekend... do you stay at my house?" Viktor asked before leaving, with evident nervousness and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Oh, I don't see why not." Yuuri had simply answered, but Viktor's blue eyes lit up and he kissed him a couple of times before leave. Both of them had homework and other things to do, but they continued to send text to each other for the rest of the weekend.

The morning of that Monday was the same as the other days for two weeks. An animated Viktor, with his hair pulled back, hugged and kissed his boyfriend, with the difference that this time he acted more sweetly than usual, probably because he felt closer to Yuuri.

"Look, Mickey! They are so cute!" Sara screamed while violently shaking her brother's shoulder. In her other hand, she held her cellphone aimed towards the couple.

Yuuri had fun watching Sara so excited, nonetheless, it wasn't so fun to see the annoyed faces of the other girls at the school, who were obviously jealous of him for having the silver-haired man's attention. Yuuri decided that it was better just to ignore them.

"Good morning to my favorite lovebirds!" Phichit exclaimed and hugged both at the same time. "I see you acting more loving than other days. Have you already consummated your love?"

"Phichit!" Yuuri yelled red-faced. He never thought that his friend of so many years could say something like that and in public.

"I'm sorry! I was just kidding." Phichit apologized laughing, clasping his hands in a pray. Yuuri shook his head, quickly forgave him.

At the end of the classes, the couple met at the exit door to go to eat at Yuuri's home. What they didn't expect was to find little Yurio waiting for them outside.

"Yurio?" Yuuri asked, because he was seeing his back and there wasn't a logical reason for the kid to be there, or so he believed until the blond boy turned around and showed that one of his green eyes was purple.

Yurio, after noticing them, ran to hugged Yuuri's waist and began to whimper. Yuuri looked at Viktor and Viktor looked back at him with the same confusion. The only thing that occurred to them at that moment was to take Yurio to the campus' garden, hoping that there wasn't many students nearby.

"Yurio, what are you doing here? What happened to your eye?" Yuuri asked gently after they sat on a bench, putting the child between them.

Yurio tried to wipe away his tears with his little hands, but the dark-haired boy offered him a handkerchief that he always carried with him (in case Viktor cried). The blond boy wasn't ready to speak, but feeling Viktor's hand on his shoulder made him feel more secure.

"I... I had a fight at school." He said, and blew his nose with the handkerchief. "I was suspended for three days. I'm afraid that my grandfather will... will be angry at me and stop me from skating." He cried again and Yuuri stroked his hair as comfort.

He remembered the day Yurio become their rink mate. Instructor Yuuko had already talked to the elder students to warn them about Yurio's explosive behavior, which was because his parents had recently died and he lived with his grandfather. If Yurio had gone to him first instead of his grandpa, it was because he surely considered him his friend.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Viktor asked.

"Uh... Some kids from my class... They were bothering another child older than us, he was from another class. I'm not sure why they did it, but they made him cry and I got angry. Do you know how unfair a three-on-one fight is?"

"Yu-Yurio... Did you fight with three children?" Yuuri asked incredulously, wondering now how he came out with only one black eye and not other more serious injuries.

"Yes, but the cowards fled and they said I was the one how started the fight!" He frowned and crossed his arms.

"Yurio. It's not okay that your classmates have made that kid cry, but it's not okay for you to hit them either. It's best to talk first."

"Ah. The principal said the same..." He comment with surprise, as if he hadn't believed the man but instead believed Yuuri's words.

"And why were they bothering him?"

"Mmh... I really have no idea, I don't even know that kid."

"Yurio, you helped an unknown kid. That's very nice of you!" Viktor said patting his head as a reward. The kid blushed. "Surely if you explain it to your grandpa he will give you a not so severe punishment."

"I hope so... Oh! You still have the hair band I gave you. "

"Of course! It was given to me by a professional skater. I will always keep it." He smiled and Yurio did the same.

"Speaking of your grandfather, he must be worried about you." Yuuri got up from the bench and offered him a hand. "Let's go. We'll take you to your house."

Yurio looked at Yuuri's hand for a moment, his eyes still spilling a few drops, and he took it. Before getting off the bench, he also took Viktor's hand.