A/N

This chapter is set right at the end of episode 11, in highlight of Yuri's mistake at the GPF to his short program Eros. I don't have a beta or anything so I apologize if anything is weirdly worded or if there's any poor sentence structure/minor grammatical errors!

Viktor loved him so much. That was why he was doing this; learning how to make Hiroko Katsuki's signature pork cutlet bowl, a.k.a. katsudon, for Yuri. He knew Yuri had not won anything, coming in 4th place for his GPF short program, but he hated seeing the self-esteem Yuri had so delicately built just completely shatter because he failed a part of his routine. So comfort food it was. Anything to make Yuri happier.

Now, where's the rice? He thought to himself, looking through the cupboard, then through the pantry. Maybe it was in the fridge? He looked in there but could not find any, and he really needed to before Yuri got out of his shower and saw what he was doing, which he really didn't want since this meal was supposed to be a surprise. He thankfully found it on the very bottom shelf of the pantry, and immediately set it up in the rice cooker, adding the proper water to rice ratio.

His cooking, albeit messy, was definitely smelling what he could only describe as heavenly. The rice was cooking away with different seasonings and the pork was now properly cooked and slathered in egg wash, now leaving him to deep fry the pork then make the rest of this hopefully delicious katsudon. Just as he was about to check on the rice to make sure nothing was burned, he felt an arm slide around his waist which made him almost drop the spatula he was holding into the hot oil. That would've been terrible, he thought, especially since they just bought it.

"What are you doing?" Yuri asked softly into Viktor's ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and a shiver run down his spine.

"I'm making something special for you."

"Hmm? What are you making?"

"Your favorite. Katsudon." Viktor said, turning around to gauge Yuri's reaction, who had taken a step back and was now staring at him in utter surprise and gratitude.

"But I thought I wasn't supposed to eat that while competing."

"You've earned it!" Viktor said with a smile. Unable to resist Yuri's adorably surprised expression, he leaned down and softly kissed him, feeling the wetness of Yuri's hair drip on his nose, before pulling away. "Plus I really love your moms Katsudon, so I wanted to learn it!" He added, laughing at the now blushing Yuri, who still seemed to grow a little embarrassed at Viktor's affectionate displays, despite them being in their suite (which thankfully came with it's own kitchen), completely alone.

"But I did so badly today, I...I don't see how I've earned this." Yuri muttered, remorsefully looking down at the ground, making a pang of despair twist inside Viktor's stomach at seeing him feel so poorly of himself.

"Yuri, don't think like that." Viktor said softly, gently pulling Yuri into him, savoring how perfectly they seemed to fit together. Well he supposed anything Yuri did was perfect to him - that was just the kind of effect Yuri had, specifically on him.

"But what if I do poorly on the free skate tomorrow?" Viktor had a feeling Yuri wasn't just worried about the free skate, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what else could be bothering him. "I already have such a low score." As soon as Viktor processed what Yuri just said, he pushed Yuri off of him, turning around to take a moment to think of how to respond and to also focus on the meal he nearly forgot he was making.

"Viktor, is...is everything okay?" There was a tinge of worry in Yuri's voice that Viktor wish didn't have to be there. He wasn't mad or anything, he was just trying to figure out something to say so Yuri could have more confidence in himself. So that Yuri could believe he could win, instead of resigning himself to failure, like the previous year, where he had gotten sixth place.

"Yuri," Viktor began, turning back around after making sure the rice had not been burned, eyeing the water that was threatening to spill over, "As a coach, and because I love you, I'm going to say this." He took Yuri's hands into his own, the warmth of Yuri's hands comforting against his own icy ones (that for whatever reason, have always been cold - Yuri complains it's because he's Russian). He thread his fingers through, looking directly into Yuri's deep brown eyes., "If you really want to win, let your heart take control, not your mind." He knew it wasn't the best advice he could come up with, but he felt it was he needed to say in that moment, to convince Yuri not to overthink so much. Which he had a frustratingly strong tendency to do.

He leaned down so their foreheads were just barely touching, and smiled, wondering if Yuri could see any details without his glasses right now, "Let the love you always talk about shine through, Yuri. I believe and support you completely." He tilted his head forward slightly so their lips were just barely touching, Yuri's breath hot against his own, smelling vaguely of peppermint and something else he couldn't place.

"I'll be as open with our love tomorrow as I can." Yuri's eyes fluttered closed, in anticipation of the inevitable, "Just for you."

Viktor closed the (incredibly small) distance, pressing his lips, then body, into Yuri, who immediately returned the action, the warmth from his shower still lingering on him. He wrapped his arms around Yuri's slim waist (Yuri's arms slung around Viktor's neck), enjoying the sensation of Yuri's wet hair pressed into his face, and his soft bath robe so warm against the iciness of their hotel suite. He could easily smell the clean scent of Yuri's shampoo, perhaps a faint smell but likely one of his favorites, making Yuri's hair a constant favorite of Viktor's to play with. Without warning, Yuri slipped his tongue into Viktor's mouth, which surprised Viktor so much that he let out an involuntary gasp, suddenly making him feeling very warm all over.

Ignoring the vague smell of smoke in the background, Viktor let himself be consumed by this Yuri, who he had perhaps seen maybe only on the rink. Viktor opened his mouth a little and slowly traced Yuri's bottom lip with his tongue, before Yuri again pressed his mouth against Viktor's, slipping his tongue in once more, as if trying to show he was in charge of this situation. Which Viktor would let happen, because honestly, he felt incredibly weak-willed in this moment. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as they pulled apart for a moment to catch a breath, noticing that Yuri's pupils were so completely blown out, that there was far more black than brown. He wondered if his own eyes looked that dramatic too.

Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep.

Yuri pulled himself very quickly off of Viktor, a string of spit between them that both chose to wipe away and ignore, and he shouted, "The smoke alarm! Viktor, there's smoke!" He was waving his arms wildly as he ran to turn the fan on while Viktor got his mind out of the haze it had just been in, and decided to face the situation on hand.

Viktor turned around and saw a haze of smoke around the rice, permeating a large area of the kitchen, making him realize that must've been the smoke he could smell earlier just a minute ago. Or perhaps a few minutes ago. He kind of lost sense of time. He almost felt embarrassed that he was so focused on Yuri to the point where he could've burned their hotel suite down, but at the same time, he would honestly much rather be continuing what they were just doing even if the hotel burnt down. But that was not the responsible choice so he quickly turned the stove burner off and dumped about a cup or two of water into the rice cooker, trying to salvage it as best as he could.

He then looked into the 'fryer' (really it was just a pot with oil in it) to see how the pork was doing, and saw that it was way overdone, and he immediately felt guilty, realizing he had ruined that part of the dish as well, in addition to the rice. Maybe he wasn't as good of a cook as he thought. He frowned and turned the stove burner off for that too, and turned to Yuri, who was just looking up at him, sort of amused.

"I'm sorry, this was supposed to be special." Viktor said, sighing as he removed the overdone pork.

"It's fine, I probably shouldn't be eating Katsudon right before my big day anyways." Yuri smiled, his glasses now back on his face, "I'll just have some rice, I'm sure it'll still taste good." Viktor matched his smile and leaned forward for one last kiss, then decided Yuri was probably right - deep fried foods never sat well with anybody before a big competition.

A/N

Well...how do you like it?

I apologize, I know it wasn't as good as it could be, honestly I'm still not quite happy with this chapter now, but I'm in the middle of finals weeks so my writing skills may be subpar right now!

I don't know why I decided to write a make-out scene, I guess I was just frustrated by how very little (zero, to be exact) there is in the show! In light of today's episode, I a) first comprised a playlist that seemed to match with Viktuuri (Death of a Bachelor anyone? If they have a wedding? Just me thinking that? Okay.) b) fell asleep for 2 hours listening to that playlist and c) finally started writing this chapter about 8 p.m.! I was writing another version of this, but it was way too depressing and we don't need that...

Also, pleaseeee review, my soul will ascend and 2017 will be a blessed year for everyone if you do!

(Also I only ever cook rice on a pot on the stove, so I don't really know how rice cookers work or if they can even burn. I apologize if any of it's incorrect!)