Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! On ice

I dislike how some of these ideas are cliché so I try to give them a twist. Don't know how much I succeeded but it was still fun to try

Please let me know how you thought of the chapter or the story so far!

-ArrangedRose

BREAKFAST IN BED

Yuuri makes food, Viktor asks questions

Sunday Morning 10:00 a.m.

Viktor grimaced as sunlight hit his eyes. Turing his head to the side and peered at the clock. It was too early to wake up. He had stayed up late the night before, he had been planning his program even though Yuuri had scolded him and tried to urge him to sleep. He didn't listen. Augh! I should have listened! He groaned and rolled over. Viktor is normally a morning person but Sunday was a lazy day. Even Makkachin knew the unspoken rule. Turning over to his back, he dragged his hand over the cold place beside him. Viktor wasn't really expecting Yuuri to be there. He had learned earlier on that Sunday mornings were not sacred to Yuuri. He always woke up early and would head to the living room and read, once he had even gone over to the garden. He knew that while Yuuri didn't understand he would usually let him sleep.

The silence was ruined by the scrapping of metal. Grumbling, Viktor rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head. Maybe if he ignored it the noise would go away. It didn't work.

"Yuuuuuuri!" Viktor groaned quietly into his pillow. How can you be cooking at this time? Go back to bed! Thought Viktor in exasperation. How could the man that slept through skating practice wake up early on a Sunday to cook? Where was the sense in that? Snuggling further in the blankets he fought against wakefulness. He was losing when the bedroom door opened. He cracked his eye open but turned over and pretended to sleep.

"Are you awake? I thought I heard you call my name" Yuuri put down the coffee cup quietly on the bedside table. Switching the plate of food to his right hand he nudged Viktor with his left.

'No…" Viktor burrowed into the bed. Yuuri snorted but smiled.

Laughing, "Sorry, I will let you sleep. I guess I get to eat all this alone" The smell of food hit Viktor's nose. Before Yuuri could stand something stopped him, looking down he noticed that Viktor's hand was latched onto his shirt.

"I'm awake" His voice was still sleepy and his eyes were drowsy.

Smiling, "I thought so…" Yuuri moved the plate out of the way as Viktor slowly crawled to sit against the headboard. Viktor was rubbing his eyes and yawned, Yuuri thought he was absolutely adorable. Makkachin not liking the movement growled and scampered out of the room.

"Why did you always wake up so early? It's Sunday!" Viktor grumbled but gladly took the coffee from Yuuri. Sipping the coffee he sighed happily. Coffee was always a perfect way to wake up in Viktor's opinion. However, it was second to waking up next Yuuri.

"It's not early! It's ten. I still can't believe you can sleep in this long" he quipped back. He passed the plate of eggs, toast, and bacon to Viktor. It smelt delicious.

"You will not make me feel horrible. I always sleep in on Sunday. Ah! This looks delicious, Yuuri!"

As Viktor began to eat, Yuuri excused himself for a moment, "I have to get my own." He explained as he left the room. Makkachin had already made himself a bed on the couch and was sleeping, once again. I swear that dog's always sleeping, he thought. Grabbing his plate from the counter where he left it he wandered back to the bedroom.

Walking in, Yuuri saw that Viktor had waited, sipping his coffee. He seemed to be still sleeping, he looked so tired. Maybe if he didn't stay up so late working he wouldn't be this tired, Yuuri ruefully snarked. He figured that he made noise because Viktor jumped and snapped back into reality.

"Oh! Yuuri you scared me. I decided to wait" His grin was infectious and Yuuri didn't want to stop smiling. He was always a constant source of happiness in his life, and he never wanted Viktor to leave.

"You shouldn't have waited but thanks." Yuuri got comfortable and the two began eating. The food was delicious and Viktor made sure to tell him multiple times. Yuuri smiled and thanked him; even though he woke up early on Sundays it was still his favorite day. Nothing usually happened on Sundays so it gave them time to simply enjoy each other. Sitting in bed, smiling and joking was the best way to spend Sundays.

Later…

'Here give me those," Pointing to the plates, "I will deal with them." However, Viktor withheld his plate.

"You made food. I will do dishes." The tone broke no argument. Yuuri simply lets Viktor take the plates and watched him leave the room.

"Huh?" That's strange? In the past, especially on Sundays Viktor would insist on being pampered. It was hilarious and since it was only one day of the week Yuuri went along with it. He had just got started to get into a routine when Viktor decided to change things up.

Following after him, Yuuri found him in the middle of washing the dishes. Leaning against the wall, he looked at the man and analyzed him. Viktor was wearing gray sweats and a dark blue; it wasn't the usual dressed up Viktor but it was Yuuri's favorite. It was special and private, and no one else got to see it. Sighing, grabbing the drying towel off the center island he proceeded to help.

Viktor looked over when Yuuri joined him and smiled. It was well past noon and he was wide awake. The coffee had helped greatly…he noticed that Yuuri had been watching him earlier but had decided to ignore him. It wasn't like he didn't just stare at him in the past. Glancing over, he noticed that Yuuri seemed to be deep in thought and his eyebrows were creased. Shaking his head, he looked at the pile of dirty dishes and a question came to mind.

"Why do you cook?" he winced as soon as he opened his mouth. Why did I say that?! Yuuri froze and looked up at him. He could see that Yuuri was hurt but also curious as to why he asked.

Yuuri stumbled to answer the random question, "Huh? I never really thought about it. Well, I enjoy cooking—"

"No, I mean why do you spend so much energy making meals?"

Yuuri thought for a moment. Staring at the plate in his hand, "Well other than enjoying it, I enjoy seeing peoples facing when they eat my food. I enjoy making people happy."

"Ah! That reminds me how you skate. It's all about what people feel when they see you skate, yes?" Viktor sagely smiled and went back to the dishes. He was questioning even himself as to why he asked that question, it was too random even for him.

Staring, Yuuri couldn't believe how close Viktor had gotten to the truth. Because that was the truth in some cases, but sometimes (usually when it involved Viktor) it was all about proving himself to the crowd; that Yuuri deserves to keep Viktor near him.

"Well you are half right, I do enjoy making people happy but cooking for me is special. Like your garden! I learned my cooking from my Mother so when I feel homesick or need to think I cook."

"Ah! That's like me and gardening!" Viktor exclaimed as he finished the last of the dishes. He dried his hands on one of the towels and leaned against the island.

"Did you want me to stop?" Yuuri's voice hesitated.

"No of course not! It helps you think and it keeps you close to your mother," they both smiled and he continued, "I also get free delicious meals!" He shined and shrugged.

"Thank—"

"Oh! Don't thank me. It just means that I plan to extort you and make you cook most of the meals." Viktor smirked.

"Viktor!" Yuuri yelled exasperated. He may have sounded angry but Viktor must have seen the blush and smile when he turned to finish drying because he just laughed.

Latching onto Yuuri's back, Viktor leaned over his shoulder and half-teasing spoke, "Does that mean I get to make you breakfast!" Viktor chuckled as he saw the poorly disguised shudder.

"Please don't. I love you dearly but I'm sorry Viktor you can't cook." Viktor just laughed.

"Then you will have to teach me!"

I don't know if I can! You might be beyond my help, thought Yuuri. Nevertheless, he smiled and nodded to his fiancé. It would take so time but Viktor was a genius so it wouldn't take him forever to learn.