"Wait, let me get this straight." Phichit said, setting down his orange to give his full attention to his partner sitting across the table from him. "You're official with Victor Nikiforov?"

The two had woken up only minutes ago and the Russians, as usual, were out of the house talking business. They settled down in the kitchen with a couple oranges and Yuri broke the news to his friend. "Yeah… we even pulled out the L word."

"No… You're not serious, are you?" Phichit exclaimed.

"Dead serious. This doesn't sound funny enough to be a joke, does it?"

"But-! H-hold on…" He stared at his fingers, trying to find room in his mind to comprehend the situation. "Yuri, did you hit your head? Do you know how…stupid this is?"

"I've made my decision and I'm sticking by it." He gave Phichit a small bow of his head.

"But… what happens in three months?"

"I don't know yet. I have a lot of things to figure out."

"The job is our priority." He reminded Yuri.

"No… My priorities have changed."

"Yuri! Are you hearing yourself!?"

"I know what I said. I told Victor I loved him and I wouldn't have done that as a joke. I promised my loyalty to him and that's where it's going to stay."

"And what about me!?" Phichit yelled. Yuri had never seen his friend so angry. "So you're going to run off to Spain with Prince Arrogance and then what!? What about me!? What about your family!?"

"I told you, I don't know! I'm going to figure something out!"

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

Phichit rolled his eyes. "That your favorite dish is Katudon! WHAT DO YOU THINK, YURI!? The elephant in the room! THAT YOU'RE A FUCK'N SPY!"

"I will!"

"When!?"

"I don't know, dammit!"

"You never will! You know why!? Because we both know that he's not going to just wag a finger at you and say 'naughty, naughty'! Do you think he'll still value your guys' little loyalty oath after he finds out you're a traitor!? If you do, then you're even dumber that I thought!" When Phichit was on a roll, it was nearly impossible for him to cool down. "He's not going to hold you and say, 'It's alright, baby. Everyone makes mistakes!' No! HE'S GOING TO FUCK'N BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT EXICUTION-STYLE! And then he's going to do the same to me! You're an idiot, Yuri! I'm sorry, but you're just a huge, dumb, irresponsible, idiot!"

It was then that he realized the Japanese man was silently crying into his hands. Silence fell between the two for a few minutes. Phichit watched his friends in misery, whimpering and sighing into his palms. Eventually, he could not hold strong anymore. He loved his friend, he couldn't stand to stay angry with him.

Yuri felt a gentle touch on his arm and he looked up. Phichit offered him a soft, sad, smile. "Do you really love him?" He asked. Yuri nodded, tears still falling from his eyes.

"I really do… more than I've loved anyone else."

"Do you really want him for the rest of your life? Think long and hard about that, because you only get one shot. If you go one way or the other, you can't reverse your decision."

"I do…"

"You're certain?"

The puff-eyed Japanese man nodded.

"Okay." Phichit said with a small nod of affirmation. "I'll help you."

"Are you serious?" Yuri's eyes opened wide.

His partner laughed lightly. "If I'm never going to see you again anyways, then this'll be my last present to you." He laughed weakly again, a few tears breaking loose.

Yuri took his friend into his arms and held him tight, both laughing and crying in a mix of happiness and hopelessness. "Thank you…" Yuri whispered in the other's ear.

They separated from each other eventually and washed their faces with cold water to reduce the redness. Still, when the Russians returned, Victor almost immediately noticed Yuri's red eyes and questioned him unrelentingly for a cause. Yuri gave up and attributed it to another anxiety attack. Victor began to worry but Yuri assured him that Phichit had helped him through it.

Victor spent the day doing paperwork with Yuri on the patio, debating the details of the exchange. How much material and of what quality? Who would be transporting and how? What phones would be used, how would money be transmitted and remaining evidence be disposed of? Victor filled up his notebooks with notes and Yuri did the same, but for a different reason. He would have to transmit the information later.

Despite Yurio's griping, Victor gave Yuri permission to make dinner for the whole house. "If you don't like what I make, I can make something else for you." Yuri offered, trying to keep Yurio from hating him as much as possible.

"I wouldn't eat anything you made." He snarled. "You could roast a whole fuck'n pig and I still wouldn't touch it."

Victor stepped closer to Yurio, threateningly making a show of their height difference. "You'll try a bite." He insisted in a stern voice.

"I don't get why you're doing this, Victor." He shot back. "I get that you trust him, fuck if I care if you put your neck out on the line but that doesn't give you the right to put me and Yakov in danger too."

"You can't seriously be telling me you think he'd poison our dinner? Yurio, if he wanted to kill you, he already would have."

"I don't want to kill you." Yuri assured him quickly. "You can watch me cook, if you like."

"Why would I want to do something so boring?" The younger sneered.

"All I'm asking you to do is take one bite." Victor said again.

The two Russians argued for a while more but eventually, Victor won out. After Yurio's first bite of Katsudon, the complaints ceased. Yuri smiled to himself, feeling that he was starting to win Yurio over.

For the first time since the Asians arrived, everyone gathered on the porch later that night. Victor scribbled in his notebook on a chair beside the radio, which was singing out classical music. Yurio fed left over pork to a stray cat that came trotting out of the woods, apparently knowing that the boy was waiting for it. Yakov watched the young Russian, content just to sit and watch life go by. Yuri and Phichit sat together on the ground, Phichit dozing off on his friend's shoulder and Yuri weaving a few long weeds into a crown. When he was done, he laid it on Phichit's head gently.

Yakov was the first to go in, prompting Yuri to wake up his friend and suggest he go up to bed. When Phichit left, Yurio followed, not wanting to get stuck between the lovers. Yuri started on another braided crown, holding the ends of the weeds between his toes and as worked. Neither he nor Victor said anything to each other, they just went about their peaceful existences together until it was time to go up to bed.

Once they reached the bedroom, Victor stripped for bed and Yuri got a book out of the bedside table and climbed in with his lover. Yuri sat in Victor's arms, nestled in the warmth of his lover's arms as he read aloud. Moby Dick had been completed and they had moved on to Anna Karenina, the dramatic story of forbidden love, pain, pleasure, and seeking happiness in a time of war, despite the truth that the situation was completely wrong for a romance. Needless to say, Yuri empathized greatly.

He tried to focus on reading but a smile crept onto his face as he received a few small kisses on the back of his neck. He feigned annoyance. "Do you mind?"

"You smell good." Victor noted in a whisper. "What are you wearing? Cologne?"

Yuri blushed. "Flowers."

"How?" He put his nose to Yuri's flesh again and breathed in. "Lavender?"

"I…I found some on my walk with Phichit." He felt a little embarrassed admitting to it. "I picked some and let it dry out for a little bit then, today, I put it in my bath water."

Victor chuckled. "What are you, a nymph?"

Yuri's embarrassment escalated. "N-no. It's normal." He insisted. "I used to do it at home all the time."

Victor paused for a moment to take in the gentle aroma again. "I wouldn't mind if you here did it more often."

Yuri was smiling. He had hoped that Victor would like it. He glanced behind him at the man. "Can I get back to reading?"

"Sure." He slipped out from behind the Asian man and got off the bed. Yuri watched with confusion and disappointment as Victor made his way to a record player.

"No way. You don't actually use that thing, do you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He countered with a smile, slipping a huge black disk out of a paper envelope.

"Because it's old. I thought all these pretty things in your house were just for show."

"The same could be said about you being here but look, I've proved my critics wrong and I will once again." He put the record on the machine and dropped the pin on it. Static sounded for a second then an orchestra chimed in. Victor closed his eyes and inhaled the music.

Yuri sat still and listened as well, imagining the sounds like colors. A beautiful soprano rose above the orchestra, her voice rich and soft. Yuri relaxed.

"You're making that face." Victor pointed out. "That same face you made when we saw Eugene Onegin together. It's like the music melts you." That statement made his partner blush and Victor chuckled in response. "Don't get embarrassed. I just find it interesting. It's like flicking a switch. The second the music goes on, you become the music." The Russian came back to bed and crawled in slowly.

Yuri watched as the man came towards him. He became nervous, not sure what happens next. He glanced down at the book in his lap. "Should I keep reading?" He waited a moment but Victor didn't respond. When he looked up to see what the matter was, the silver-haired man's face was only inches from his own. They met eyes and held their gazes, feeling connected. Victor closed the distance by taking Yuri's chin and gently guiding him into a kiss. After a few seconds, Victor pushed lightly on Yuri's shoulder, asking him silently to lie back.

The smaller complied, distracted by the kiss and happy to follow Victor's lead. They parted lips. "Victor…" The smaller whispered.

"I could write an opera about these eyes." His partner responded, looking lovingly into the deep cocoa orbs. "I could listen for hours to violins crying out a song about the beauty of these eyes that sit before me, wide and wondering. The cellos would hum lowly under the melody and the oboes would coo too, like birds. I could write a hundred songs about you, Yuri. You're practically made of music, the songs would write themselves."

The younger fell deeper into the other's spell. When Victor spoke poetically, Yuri's heart beat so fiercely he could feel the pulsing in his fingertips. He was unable to respond with words to the flattery so he pulled the other by the shirt collar down to him and matched their lips again. The kisses weren't ravenous and fast like they had been after the opera that one night. The two gave gentle, passionate, kisses that left them both feeling like water.

The singer continued her ballad and the instruments sang in harmony while the two laid with each other, holding and kissing with devotion.

"This song…" Yuri said once his lips were free. "It's from Madame Butterfly…"

"Promise me you won't cry." Victor teased the other with a soft smile.

Yuri cupped his lover's cheek. "How could I cry at a moment like this?"

"Are you happy, Yuri?" He bent down and put a kiss on the other's jaw.

"Yes."

"And do you know that I love you?" He continued his trail of kisses.

Yuri's heart skipped a beat. "Y-yes."

"You don't sound confident." His lips traveled down Yuri's throat.

"I know you love me." He clarified.

"Do you know how much?"

"How much?"

"I love your jaw..." He trailed a few kisses along the younger's jaw line. "I love your neck." He kissed Yuri's Adam's apple softly. "Your collarbone, your shoulder blade, your chest…" He kissed each softly.

"So it's my body you want?" Yuri teased.

"Of course." He joked back. "I hope I didn't give off the wrong impression. All of this… inviting you into my house and spending every hour of the day with you, it's all just been a ploy to get at your body."

"Oh, that's fine, as long as you don't mind that I was doing the same thing." Yuri countered. Both laughed.

"So…Do you want to… go all the way?" Victor asked. That question made Yuri nervous and Victor sensed it. "What? You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No." He answered quickly. "Well… it's complicated. What do you consider sex?"

"If I have to clarify that for you, then you're a virgin."

"But I'm not! Not really… I've given and received favors before like, you know, with the mouth and stuff."

"But you've never had intercourse?" He clarified.

"Kind of?" Yuri was red with embarrassment. "I've- I've had someone put their… thing in me before but only for a minute."

"What happened?" The other inquired.

Now Yuri's embarrassment became more shameful. "I cried and told him to take it out." He admitted.

Victor scowled. "Did he know you were a virgin?" He asked in a tougher voice.

Yuri nodded. "I think so, I don't know…"

"And he still made you bottom? Even though it was your first time?"

This reaction surprised Yuri. "He was bigger than me so…"

"So what? You still don't make a virgin bottom on their first time. It takes more experience to be a good bottom. He was just asking for someone to get hurt."

Yuri's heart beat happily as he looked at the Russian affectionately. "So you would be willing to bottom for me?"

"Of course. I'm a big boy, I don't need to constantly top to stroke my ego. That's ridiculous. Now… I haven't bottomed in quite some time so we'll both have to go slow but I know the ropes. We'll work you up to it eventually but for tonight, don't worry."

Yuri ran his hands along Victor's back. He wanted him. The man looking down at him was completely different than the Victor he had met on that first day. This Victor was kind and mature and loving. "Okay…" He responded softly with a smile. "I will."

"You will what?"

"I'll give my first time to you."

Victor bent down and put a few more kisses on Yuri's throat. "No dowry to be paid?"

Yuri smiled and arched his back in reaction to the kisses, pure bliss filling his body. "I require twenty bolts of silk and twelve calves."

Victor snickered. "Can I put that on credit?" He asked, kissing the nook of Yuri's neck that caused him to burst out in laughter.

"T-Tickles!" The Japanese man protested, trying to push the other off. Victor finally rolled off, laughing. Yuri turned to his side and the two looked at each other happily.

"Victor…" He said, loving the sound of the other's name.

"Yes, Yuri?"

"You know… this is worryingly similar to the plot of Madama Butterfly. He wants her because she's a Japanese novelty, pretty and docile. She wants him because he's foreign to her too, new and exciting. Once he's had enough of his novelty, he leaves her and moves onto another pretty thing."

"Is that what makes you scared? The plot of an opera? Yuri…"

"Or think of Paolo and Francesca. Lovers meant for each other but destroyed by the resentment of others. I have enemies and you have enemies, we're only doubling each other's danger."

Victor ruffled Yuri's hair. "Is that all that's up here? Stories?"

Yuri scowled. "Stories are as true as truth. Someone comes up with a series of events that people agree are good then we teach them in school to children."

"Right you are, Little Poet." He said with a smile. "But haven't you read any stories that end in 'happily ever after'?"

He smiled a little bit and shook his head. "Not even one. The Swan Lake, Eugene Onegin, Hamlet… they all end in tragedy."

"Then I'll write the first. It starts with a Japanese business man named Yuri who gets lured into the lair of an evil Russian mob boss."

"How are you sure the business man and the mob boss won't meet a horrible tragedy?"

"Because I'm the most powerful man in Russia and I will hold back the tide of fate for you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The two fell into kissing again. Their bodies clung to one another's and hands traveled anywhere. One minute, Yuri's hands were buried in Victor's soft, silver hair and the next, they were down at his ass, playing with the plush skin and making his lover moan softly. The sounds Yuri was getting from Victor only encouraged him to try to earn more.

He moved his mouth to the other's throat, kissing a few times before turning to more sucking and biting. The first nip he gave Victor caused the other to gasp lightly. As he went, the moans became more desperate. Yuri pushed Victor further, bringing his mouth to one of his soft, pink, nipples and running his tongue over it.

The Russian released a long, low, moan. He breathed heavily and buried his finger's in Yuri's hair. The Japanese man sucked lightly on the nub then kissed a trail across Victor's chest as he went for the other, teasing it in the same way. "Yuri…" Victor breathed.

Yuri looked down, checking Victor's erection. It was swollen and bobbed as if it had a mind of its own. Yuri moved down on the bed to examine it, genuinely curious. He pushed the tip lightly and watched it bob back. He pushed it down a bit, let go, and it boomeranged back to its upright position. Victor watched, amused. "You have one of your own, don't you?"

Yuri looked up. "Yeah, why?"

Victor chuckled. "Then what's so interesting?"

"Nothing, just…" He continued playing with it. "It's kind of… big. And it moves so much…"

Before Victor could say anything else, Yuri's head was down and that warm, wet, mouth was around the tip. Victor took a heavy breath in, watching. "Go slow…" He advised, biting his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

Yuri bobbed up and down slowly on the few inches he had in his mouth. Out of curiosity, he pushed his head down to see how much he could take. When he had swallowed three-quarters of Victor's length, his throat tightened and forced him to pull off with a cough. He was reassured when Victor reached down and started petting his hair. "Easy now." The Russian coaxed. "Take it easy."

Yuri put his head back down, determined to prove his ability to satisfy the more experienced man. He wrapped a hand around the girth that he couldn't fit into his mouth and pumped with the rhythm of his bobbing. Yuri was a shy person in general but in the bedroom, he took on a more determined and unapologetic attitude towards sex, going into it without crying or shying away from the acts he wanted to perform.

Victor moaned and cried in an uncharacteristically pathetic way when he came. Yuri pulled off of his cock, mouth open and the semen dripping out. He had known what was going to happen at climax but he hadn't given any thought to what he would do with the product so he just sat there, letting it fall out of his mouth.

The scene in front of Victor was like something straight out of his most erotic fantasy. "Come here, Yuri." He said needily, holding out his hands for his lover. Yuri fell smoothly into his hold but stopped Victor as he went for a kiss, blocking the other's lips with two fingers. "My mouth… I just." He said, not sure how to say 'If you kiss me right now, you'll be eating your own cum'.

Victor ignored the warning and pulled Yuri to him, kissing him deeply. He parted after a minute, both panting. "If I want to kiss you, I'll kiss you." He told the other. Yuri's heart was so warm, he couldn't help but go in for another kiss. Victor's arms wrapped around the smaller man, keeping his prized possession close enough to feel his heartbeat.

Soon, the smaller was rocking back and forth, grinding his hips into Victor's for some relief for his erection. The older man responded equally enthusiastically, bucking his hips upward rhythmically until they were moving with each other, in sync with their own music.

Yuri kept his arms on either side of Victor, supporting his quickly weakening body as he thrusted his hips into his lover. "Yuri… Give me your fingers." The Russian requested.

Yuri complied only to have two fingers immediately taken into Victor's mouth. He sucked, the muscles of his mouth pulling them in deeper and the roughness of his tongue making Yuri shake with desire. He released the fingers with a smirk. "Are you ready to get started?" He asked. The smaller nodded. "Okay, start with just one."

Yuri did as he was told, queuing up a finger and pushing it in. Victor's closed eyes tightened a bit. "A little slower, Love." He corrected, reminding his body to relax. Yuri mumbled a quick apology and slowed down, stopping once the finger was completely hidden in the other. He looked up, checking on his lover. Victor had his head back, breathing himself into relaxation. "Go ahead, move that one."

Yuri made a hooking motion, driving a moan from his partner. When he got permission, he added the second. In an attempt to silence any discomfort, he took the tip of Victor's length into his mouth, sucking in time with the thrusting of his fingers. The Russian man shook under his touch.

Yuri pulled off of Victor's cock with a quiet wet sound, looking at the other's flushed face with satisfaction. "The third finger?" He offered and received a dizzy nod in return. He put the next digit in, earning a deep moan from his partner. He moved the fingers and took the erection into his mouth, swallowing continuously so that the muscles of his tongue would massage it. Soon, Victor was moving his hips to deepen the reach of the fingers and Yuri could feel that the Russian's body was fighting to pull him in deeper. He pulled out the fingers slowly.

"Do you think you're ready?" He asked, sitting back. Victor propped himself up on his elbows.

"Yes." He answered, lust heavy in his voice.

"Should I… Do you want me to wear a condom?"

"Are you clean?" He asked with a gentle smile. Yuri nodded. "Do you trust me not to get you sick?" Yuri nodded again. "Then no, don't worry about it, Love." His smile grew as he put a finger under the Japanese man's chin and guided him forward to a kiss. Yuri's eyes flew open in the middle of the passionate kiss as he felt a warm hand tugging on his erection. Victor broke the kiss, smiling. "You seem ready too." He teased.

"Do we need something?"

"Like, what?"

"Lube?" He clarified. Victor went to his bedside drawer and pulled out a little pot of white cream and opened it for the apprehensive Yuri. "What is that?" It didn't look like any lube he was used too.

"Coconut oil." He said, sounding offended. The younger man burst out laughing.

"And you called me a fairy for putting lavender in my bath! At least I don't use coconut oil instead of lube!" He teased once he was able to catch his breath.

Victor blushed. "I…I had a different one but it gave me a bad reaction." He admitted, a bit annoyed. Yuri couldn't stop laughing. "You know what, fine!" He growled screwing the lid back on. "If you don't like it, you don't have to fuck me. I'm sorry for not having your preferred brand."

"No, no, no." Yuri said between laughs, leaning across his lover and trying to get the container from him. "No, give it to me, Victor." He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Oh, so now I'm not too fairy for you?" He countered, a faint smile reappearing.

Yuri bit his lip to stifle a laugh. "No, not at all. It's very manly."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, very manly." He snatched the little tub of oil. "I was wondering what that smell was. You use coconut oil on your hair too, don't you?" He clumsily tried to remove the lid.

"Yeah. It makes my hair smooth and shiny and… it helps growth…" He admitted a little ashamedly.

Yuri sensed the insecurity in his voice and took advantage of his opportunity to flatter Victor. "Growth?" he took a handful of the silver hair. "But if it gets any thicker, we're going to have a problem. I don't know what we'll do… braid it?" He said with a straight face. Victor's mood perked up immediately, a big smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

Yuri pressed a kiss to Victor's cheek. "Show me how to use this?" He requested, holding up the container. Victor smiled and unscrewed the cap for him.

"Just take a little bit. It'll melt quickly so make sure to get it in quickly." He advised. Yuri scooped a bit onto his pointer and middle finger, looking to the other for approval. "A little less." Victor corrected. "Never use too much lube."

"Sorry. I'm kind of new to this." He put a little back in the tub.

"No apologies."

"Um… how do you want to do this?"

"Just like this. I want to be able to see you."

Yuri smiled, giving Victor one more quick kiss before sitting back and examining the other man. "Ready?"

"I've been fanaticizing about this for about three weeks now so, yeah, I'm ready."

Yuri chucked and slipped the two fingers in, spreading the quickly melting oil inside of Victor then pulling out and wiping the excess on his shaft. "Do I just…?" He sat on his haunches behind Victor with a hand on each of other's legs.

Victor answered his questions by lifting his legs back with a chuckle. "Can you handle the rest on your own?" He teased. "It's not rocket science, just put it in."

"Don't be so mean." He grumbled, lining himself up and pushing in.

The Russian gasped and took fistfuls of the sheets in his tight grip. He panted.

Yuri slowed to a stop once he was half in. "Doing okay?"

Victor nodded. "It's okay. You're doing good, Yuri. Nice and slow like that."

Yuri pushed deeper until he was completely inside then stopped and let Victor breath. He stoked the other gently, adding some pleasure to help him cope with penetration. After a few minutes of breathing and moving his hips around, Victor gave Yuri the go ahead to begin thrusting.

Yuri was nervous, not sure how much to give him. He pulled out an inch and went back in slowly. Victor moaned. The younger held Victor's hips to brace himself and did the small movement a few more times, trying to get used to the tightness and heat of Victor's ass. Victor didn't ask him to change speed or rhythm, giving Yuri the freedom to experiment.

Once he got comfortable, he made his movements a little bigger but still counted the pace of each movement, trying to make sure he was doing it right. "Just relax, Yuri." The older coaxed. "Your body knows what to do."

Yuri took a deep breath and started thrusting more freely, listening to the desire of his body. Victor moaned quietly with each thrust, whispering Yuri's name. Yuri gave his attention to his lover, running his hands up and down his body sensually and letting his hips work on their own. Soon, those hips were slapping against Victor needily. Yuri moaned and planted sloppy kisses all along Victor's chest.

Heat consumed the two of them as they moaned together, whimpering small phrases that were incoherent to the other. Yuri had taken care of his own erections a hundred times so he assumed that he already knew what sex was. Being with Victor in that bed changed everything. The heat and squeezing, the moans and slapping, the soft skin beneath him that turned bright red when he sucked it. And then, of course, there was the pleasure. It made Yuri's frame shake and his head dizzy.

"Victor!" he whined as he thrusted deeply into the other. "Vi-Victor…ahhh…" He moaned.

"Good job, good boy." The older encouraged. "That's it, just like-" pleasure ran up his spine, "That!"

"Ah! Mm!" Yuri had forgotten pace and rhythm. "F-Fuck…" he whined, feeling heat building in the pit of his stomach. "Fuck… Victor… Ah! Ah! It… it feels so good."

"Are you close?" The Russian asked, pumping away at his dick and feeling the same pressure.

"Yeah… pull out?"

"No."

Panting and moaning, Yuri gave himself over to instinct, thrusting fast and hard as he tried to satisfy himself. He mumbled incoherently in Japanese as he gave his last, few, tired thrusts before crying out Victor's name and finishing inside of him. Victor was only a few seconds behind him, groaning deeply and releasing onto his own chest.

Yuri let himself slide out, exhausted. He looked to the other, waiting for a cue. "Come here." Victor instructed. Yuri obeyed, lying beside his lover and holding the other body possessively. For some reason, Yuri felt different. He had loved Victor before but now, the feeling was something even more. Maybe it's because this is my first time actually…going all the way, He thought. He hugged Victor to him tighter. Is it creepy to feel like I've claimed him? Probably. But… I topped him and came in him so, he's mine. He shook the thoughts out of his head. Stop it, Yuri! That's so fuck'n creepy! Stop! Even though he tried to ignore it, the possessive pride returned. He smiled and nuzzled into Victor's chest. This is my Victor. He's mine. This sweaty skin is mine, this silky hair is mine, these calloused hands are mine. This man…he's mine.

"Should we clean up?" He asked the older man. Truthfully, he didn't want to get up.

"One second." Victor answered. Suddenly, Yuri's heat was taken from him as Victor went into his drawer and retrieved a pack of baby wipes. Yuri flinched as the cold wipe met his fiery body.

"Are these organic or something?" Yuri joked.

Victor picked up the package and read the back. "As a matter-o'-fact, they are so you can eat your words." He shot back.

Yuri giggled and relaxed as he let himself be cleaned. "Was it good for you?"

Victor threw the towelette off the side of the bed and laid back down with Yuri. "What do you think?"

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No. I want to see how perceptive you are. Consider this a test."

"Okay… well, I like to think you liked it. You sure were making a lot of noise and you moved with me so… yeah. I think it was good for you."

Victor poked the tip of Yuri's nose with his finger, a friendly smile on his face. "See, I knew you were clever. What a smart boy."

"I'm not a boy, I'm a man. I've proven that to you now."

"That you have." He replied with a chuckle. "Come here, close." He extended an arm that Yuri happily slid under, fitting against the other's body like a puzzle piece. "Go to sleep. I have somewhere I want to take you tomorrow."

"Somewhere fun?"

"No, somewhere dreary and drab and you're going to hate it." He joked.

"Well, in that case, I better rest up."

Victor kissed the smaller's forehead and stoked his hair soothingly until they were both asleep.