Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yuri! On ice.

It's been so much fun writing anything with these two; Yuuri and Viktor are just way too much fun!

Please enjoy

I'm still getting the hang of writing fanfiction so please excuse any rookie mistakes. Let me know if you see anything that needs work.

-ArrangedRose

WORKING HARD

One where Yuuri scares Viktor and where Viktor is frustrated.

The apartment was quiet and the only movement was Makkachin; who was in the middle of a doggie dream. The sun was shining through the two windows; the two doors the right to the couch were closed. The kitchen was behind the couch were Viktor was currently sitting. It was beautiful outside for St. Petersburg but Viktor would not be distracted. Not even the sunshine could draw him away from his computer. He was working hard on his next project. It had to be amazing! His fiancé had gone out early to buy groceries.

Viktor was sitting in the middle of the couch, surrounded by blankets. He had been in the same spot for well over twenty minutes, he was beginning to get hungry but he had to finish. Unfortunately; he was no closer than before, and his laptop was close to dying. His feet were propped on the coffee table; while not the most comfortable position it helped him hold the laptop. Music was blaring through his headphones, and Viktor couldn't hear a thing. There were at least two empty coffee cups and a full one of the way. It was amazing that he was still sitting relatively still; considering the amount of coffee in his system.

If anyone had asked Viktor what he was doing; they would've been sorely disappointed. The answer would have been so mundane that the fans would have died. Viktor was working! It was not unorthodox, Viktor was very serious about picking his own theme, music and planning his choreography. He normally would hide for days at a time before appearing with a uniquely 'Viktor-esque' (as Yurio called it) plan. This time was different, Viktor was experiencing difficulties producing the same flare as before.

As Viktor worked tirelessly on his next program, he didn't hear the door opening and Yuuri entering, his arms full of grocery bags. Yuuri noticed the man on the couch, closing the door behind him with his foot and started towards the kitchen. Expecting a loud greeting (as that was Viktor's habit) he was surprised when nothing happened.

Shrugging off the unusual silence Yuuri's voice was bright, "I'm home! It took me longer than I thought. It was hard to read the Russian on the labels…I had to ask a few people for help…Viktor?" Yuuri had yet to notice the headphones.

"Viktor? Can you hear me? Oh!" Putting the grocery bags on the counter, Yuuri looked over at his fiancé, finally noticed the headphones. Hearing the cluttering of the bags and food, Makkachin's head poked over the couch and barked happily at his other master. The dog then moved off the couch and went over to sniff Yuuri. He scratched Makkachin's ears before moving past him; groceries forgotten. Analyzing Viktor, he noticed that his fiancé's shoulders seemed tense and considering the lightness of the room there seemed to be darkness surrounding him.

"Viktor?" He was ignored. Did something bad happen? Yuuri thought worried.

Trying again, "Viktor, can you hear me" inching forwards he waited for Viktor to answer. Yuuri expected Viktor to suddenly jump and scream. Yuuri continued cautiously, "Are you just joking with me? Did something happen?"

Nothing. Looking over Viktor's shoulder, he noticed the music program and realized what made Viktor so stressed. Cocking his head to the side Yuuri thought, I wish he didn't get so stressed. Suddenly the situation hit him, he could make up for all the times that Viktor would scare him. Smiling deviously he crept up behind Viktor, he waited a moment then pounced.

"AHHHH!Yuuri? W-what?" Viktor jumped in place, luckily the laptop didn't fall. Pulling his headphones off, he heard loud laughter from beside him. Yuuri was bent over the couch laughing as Viktor glared at him. Huffing he put his laptop and headphones to the side.

"You should have seen your face! You jumped SO high!" Yuuri broke down in laughter again.

Seeing the beaming smile on Yuuri's face brought Viktor out of his dark mood. Before Yuuri had come home and scared him he had begun to get frustrated with his inability to plan the perfect skating program. The stress of coaching and returning to skating was beginning to draw heavily on him, but he wouldn't ever voice it. Yuuri was a ray of sunshine, his personal ray of happiness.

"You think that was funny, do you?" Viktor asked as he grinned a devious smile that would have put the devil to shame. Acting quickly he latched onto the laughing man and flipped him over the couch. Yuuri screamed as he landed on his back, blinking quickly he peered up Viktor. Makkachin barked and jumped around before sitting down cocking his head to the side.

Feeling light and ready to tease, "Well hello there! Do you come here often?" Viktor smiled down at the confused man.

Figuring out that Viktor was teasing, Yuuri primly said, "All the time. I love the coffee and the company is normally good." Yuuri's eyes were shining, and his cheeks were bright red from the laughing, Viktor was so mesmerized by him that he almost didn't answer.

Shaking his head, "Only good? Oh, I will have a word with management!" Viktor put his hand to his chest and sighed dramatically. Giggling at Viktor's antics, Yuuri moved upwards to put his head in Viktor's lap.

"Ha-ha. You do that…I was completely ignored when I walked in," acting put out he pouted up at Viktor.

"Oh, sorry zolotse (my gold) I was distracted." Leaning down he kissed Yuuri sweetly. Both sighing deeply as they pulled away.

Even though Yuuri knew what Viktor was doing earlier, he asked, "So what were you doing anyways? You looked super intense"

Scratching his neck, Viktor mumbled, "Ummm…"

"Is it a secret?" Yuuri was disappointed slightly that Viktor felt that he had to hide things from him. It wasn't like he was going to cheat or sabotage him.

"Well, no…but being a…competitor I don't know if should tell the competition." Viktor stumbled over his words, worried that Yuuri would take offense. As soon as the words left Viktor's mouth Yuuri was instantly happy, He was just worried about etiquette! Yuuri smiled.

Viktor—who was not privy to Yuuri thoughts—was worried about Yuuri's reaction. Looking down, he noticed the pleasant smile of Yuuri face. He had his eyes closed and he seemed to be almost sleeping.

"That makes sense, I don't want to you to make it easy for me! I'm taking that gold medal this year" Yuuri sounded confident. He opened his eyes and stared at Viktor. It was a startling difference to the anxiety-filled Yuuri from a few months ago. He was so in shock and awe at the man below him that Yuuri took his silence as confirmation.

"Did I shock you? I can't believe I can do that!"

"You always shock me, it one of the many things that I love about you. I was indeed working on my next program. I can't seem to decide on anything!" Viktor dragged one of this hands through his hair and sighed deeply.

Yuuri noticing the frustration in Viktor's eyes, "Well don't stress yourself out, Okay? Can I…maybe…Ummm…help you? You can say no!"

Smiling sweetly, "I would welcome your help."

Yuuri nodding closed his eyes again and began to think. It had to be something that worked with his personality but it could also be something that expresses something that the crowd has never seen. Augh! He's done elegant and masculine roles, maybe he could do something with more jerky moves and express the vibrant part of his personality.

While Yuuri was thinking really hard about the problem, Viktor was simply playing with Yuuri's hair. Before he knew it he had already braided the black hair. His head hurt from all the music and the frustration, playing with Yuuri's hair was helping with the headache.

"You've already done elegant so why don't you try something flirty and vibrant. Show off your true colors." Yuuri's voice drew him out of his fascination with Yuuri's hair. Viktor was silent as the idea took root in his mind.

"That could work. But how to pull it off?" Viktor looked across the room at Makkachin, who had moved to his dog bed. His life-long friend simply stared and barked happily.

"I have faith in you"

"I will think on this later, thank you for the idea, dear." Viktor leaned down and kissed him. Yuuri smiled and nodded.

"The next problem is choreography but then again I need to pick the music first." Viktor was talking so quietly that Yuuri had to strain to hear him. Wanting to help him but knew that Viktor wanted to prove that he could do things by himself, Yuuri already knew that the stress was getting to Viktor.

Yuuri's voice was silent as he offered, "Why don't you try something not flashy but vibrant…I mean well Ummm why don't you try…" he went silent as he realized that he probably didn't help much, very glad that his voice was too quiet for Viktor to hear. He really did want to help him though.

Unknowing to Yuuri, Viktor had been listening, "It would be new and different, but what to do?" Viktor agreed. Yuuri beamed that he could help. As they talked about the problem Viktor seemed to be releasing the stress; Yuuri was simply glad to help in whatever way he could.

"You seem to have everything under control so I will leave you to plan." Yuuri pushed himself up, turning around slightly he kissed Viktor on the cheek.

"You don't have to leave…your presence keeps me calm and focused." Viktor cheeks were red at his confession. Yuuri beamed and promised to be right back.

As he stood up, "Could you grab my charger, my computer is dying." Viktor's voice was distant as he had already begun planning. Yuuri could almost see the gears turning.

Standing up for a minute he grabbed a blanket and a book, and the charger before heading back to Viktor; who had started to work again. Plugging the charger in he handed the cord to Viktor how smiled and thanked him. Just before he sat down again he remembered the groceries!

"Dammit!" He rushed to the kitchen, worried that the milk and eggs were spoiled.

"Yuri! What's wrong?" Viktor was shocked at the profanity, turning he saw Yuuri running to the kitchen. He was very confused. Yuuri was never one to use swears.

"I forgot the groceries!" Yuuri was checking the bags and placing all the perishables in the fridge.

"Yuuuuuuri! That is not a reason to swear. You didn't leave them out for an hour. Don't worry!" Viktor admonished and turned back to his work.

Yuuri huffed at the dismissal and finished putting away the groceries. Heading back to the couch; he grabbed a blanket and a book. Putting one of the couch pillows against Viktor's thigh Yuuri settled down.

Viktor hadn't bothered with the headphones and the two of them listened to the music and commented. It was a companionable moment of laughter and smiles. It was very calming and surreal to Yuuri to be sitting with his idol in their apartment.

"Something that will shock the world but not predictable…that pair skate at the end of last year's Grand Prix was shocking and the people loved it…hmmm maybe something along the lines of 'you only live once.'" Viktor mumbled as he played with the music to express his vibrant personality and to incorporate a little twist.

Yuuri was really excited for the next season of skating. He was so ready to skate on the ice with Viktor. Of course, he didn't like sharing Viktor with the rest of the world but he was confident in their relationship. They still had time to work out any kinks and stand strong. With Viktor back in the running, and Yurio skating at his best; Yuuri had to start planning and practicing soon.

Both men knew that this year's competition would be extraordinary.