Full title: The first time Yuri surprised Victor so much he was (nearly) speechless

Day 3 was either childhood/memories or future/coming-of-age and I picked the future one ^^ Please note that yes, everyone is older in this fic by approximately 9 years so there's nothing weird about everyone talking about marriage.

"Yuuuriiooooo, tell meeeeee~"

"No."

"Yuuuuriiii, can you ask him?"

"No."

Victor showed his biggest pout ever. "You're both very unfair."

Yuuri looked up from his newspaper. "Victor, it's none of your business whether Yurio wants to get married to Otabek or not."

"Thank you for your input." Yuri restrained himself from rolling his eyes. "And what's with you, suddenly demanding an answer ever since I arrived over an hour ago? I thought you were an adult."

"Well, you've been dating for a long time now, haven't you?" Victor ignored that last comment.

Yuri shrugged. "So?"

"So, don't you want to marry him?"

"You can't help but butt into other people's business, can you?" Yuri snapped.

"Nope," Victor smiled brightly.

Yuuri reached for his coffee. "Victor had been pestering me about it all week and you're the only one who can make him shut up." He looked sternly at Yuri. "Please make him shut up."

"Victor, shut up."

Victor pouted again. "Why won't you tell me?"

Yuri turned to Yuuri. "If he doesn't shut up in three seconds, I'll leave and won't return any of his calls." He stated. "None."

"Then I'll text Otabek to tell me –"

"I'll warn him in advance."

"It's no use, Victor, he won't tell you," Yuuri casually reminded him, obviously enjoying the bickering going on.

"You can at least try to be on my side, Yuuri." Victor sniffed dramatically.

Yuuri didn't even look up from his paper. "I agree with Yurio though."

Victor made a show of turning his back to Yuuri and faced Yuri. "Would you invite us to your wedding?"

"No," Yuri answered immediately. "You're annoying."

"You're hurting the both of us." Victor cried.

"Oi, leave me out of it." Yuuri slapped the back of Victor's head with the paper, while Yuri gave an uncaring shrug.

"But Yuuri, don't you want to see him stand at the altar with Otabek?" Victor tried to involve him too. Yuuri simply hit him again.

"Victor, I'm not getting married to Otabek anytime soon, understood?" Yuri stood and moved to the front door.

Victor clung to him. "But whyyyyyy?" He dragged out the last syllable annoyingly.

Yuri struggled to get away from him. "Because fuck you, that's why."

"That's not nice to Otabek," Yuuri snorted.

Yuri shot him a dirty look. "Anyway," he announced, "if you have nothing else to talk about, I'm leaving."

"You're going on holiday with Otabek, right? Have fun and say hello to him." Yuuri waved him goodbye.

"Will do." Yuri nodded.

"Are you sure he won't ask you when you two are away?"

Yuri feigned thinking about it. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."

"How are you so sure?" Victor pushed.

"Because," Yuri sighed, giving up, "I married Otabek three months ago."

Victor's mouth fell open, only able to mutter a what.

"Ah, Yurio, congratulations!" Yuuri smiled at him, clapping his hands.

"Thanks." Yuri returned the smile. "Can I go now?"

Yuuri quickly got up to restrain Victor. "Of course."

Yuri quickly left. Yuuri just stood there, holding Victor by his arms.

"How come he never said anything?"

Yuuri raised an eyebrow. "Because he knew you'd be like this maybe?"

"Nonsense." Victor shook his head. "Now let me go, I have a party to organize for when they come back from their holiday. I can't believe our son has grown up so fast."

"Honeymoon probably," Yuuri corrected him, "and Yurio is twenty-five, he's not a child anymore."

Victor stared at him. "You're right. An even bigger party then. Where's my phone? I need to make dinner reservations at that new place, make sure everyone's here, so I need to know all their schedules, maybe I should rent a party room, with lots of balloons, and cake and a podium for the happy couple. " He used his fingers to count all the things he was planning. "I need to go over the seating plan I made last year just in case and instead of dinner reservations I need to call a catering service, get some pretty flower arrangements, everyone needs to get gifts and I'll need to send out invitations and I really shouldn't forget a photographer for some professional pictures…"

Yuuri sighed. "Victor, no."

Victor smiled. "Victor, yes."

Please agree with me that Victor is acting like Tamaki from ohshc :3 They'd probably get along great while Haruhi and Yuuri just stand there looking done xD

Also, although I really like to headcanon Otabek as Muslim, I'm not familiar enough with the Islam that I can say for sure that gay marriages exist in the Islam ^^'

Thank you for sticking with me so far :D