Author's note:

I don't own the characters

Viktor x Yuri (will contain some lime and probably some slight lemon in later chapters)

On with the story:

They both stepped outside at the same time and headed towards the town. They passed the skating rink and stumbled upon the same reporters they had met before going to the hotel in the evening. The competitions were still going on so it made sense to see them there so early in the morning. "Hey! It's Katsuki and Nikiforov!" Someone shouted and pointed towards them. The reporters ran to them shouting questions. The same man who had interviewed the tired Yuri came to him with a smile on his face. "Morning! You look like you sleeped well. Could you answer my question now?"

Yuri got a bit frustrated. Did these guys have nothing else to do than just ask stupid questions about his personal life?

"I'm sorry we are busy we were going to get something to eat, I..." he started.

"C'moon, just a few words, it's not going to take long."

'What could I do? If I say nothing they are going to think we are married, but if I say we are just a student and a coach I will hurt Viktor's feelings.' Yuri thought.

Viktor looked at the troubled expression Yuri but he decited not to do anything. Yuri would have to take care of this.

"We... are.. very good friends.. and..." Yuri said and almost bursted into tears. Then he took Viktor's hand and pulled him after him through the growd.

"Uh.. t-thank you." The reporter said wondering if he somehow upset the man.

Viktor walked faster to match Yuri's pace. Yuri looked at him and noticed the somewhat sad expression he had. "Viktor, no, don't cry I didn't mean it that way!" Yuri begged. "What?" Viktor asked, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "I just wanted to get away with it, they can speculate what they want but I don't feel like telling people yet. Viktor I..." More tears rolled down Viktor's cheeks and he sniffed. "Viktor no, I- I- I..." Yuri had never actually said it out loud before, he had just told it to Viktor through his moves on the ice, through his program: "...love you."

Viktor bursted out crying louder and ended up hugging Yuri who was really worried. Viktor sobbed something but Yuri could not make out what it was. "Yuurii..." He heard and then just something he could not understand, probably Viktor was saying something in russian.

After a while Viktor lifted up his head and wiped off his tears from his right eye when Yuri did the same for his left eye, smiling nicely at him. "Well, should we go?" Viktor asked smirking very slightly, still crying a little. Yuri nodded.

...

They walked in the city and passed by restaurants and stores. "What do you want for breakfast?" Asked Viktor. Yuri looked around. He didn't really want to eat anything in a restaurant, the dishes were a little too big for him for breakfast. "What if we just buy something little from a store and eat while going around the town?" Yuri asked. "If you want." He then continued.

"Yeah, fine for me!" Viktor said and walked in the next store they stumbled upon.

They both bought sandwiches and went in the queue to pay for them. Yuri was looking at the different magazine covers he could see around the area when his eyes stoped at something very familiar... His free skate costume. There was a big picture of his talking to Viktor after his free skate and before the award seremony. Then there was also a smaller picture of him and Viktor laying on the ice after Viktor had tackled him (and kissed him). And the headline said: "More than just a student and a coach? Read here why Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Katsuki's relationship might be more than you think." Yuri turned his eyes away from it and looked at the other magazines he saw. One of them had a small headline saying: "Matching rings and protective attitude. What exactly is the relationship between the five-time Grand Prix gold medalist Viktor Nikiforov and his current student Yuri Katsuki?"

Viktor payed for their sandwiches and gave Yuri his one when they went out of the store. Yuri was feeling uncomfortable. It had become such a big thing. Sure all celebrities had even more speculating around them but they had chosen that life, but he wanted just to skate and be known for that, he didn't want his personal life to be digged into.

They walked alongside each other eating quietly. "Yuri, is something bothering you?" Viktor asked. "Well a little bit. I just saw magazines wondering about our relationship and to be honest I don't like that."

Viktor placed his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I don't like it either." Yuri gazed up to him with his big round eyes and smiled again. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. I don't like it when you don't like it. And if I'm honest here, people have asked me way too much about my life and everything during these years. And after I became your coach everyone's been asking 'why'." He sighed and bit his sandwich.

"Is that why you dragged me out of it yeasterday? That you didn't want to answer anything becouse you don't want people to know."

"Yes. And I think you did right telling them that we are just good friends. At least for now I think it's best to not make a huge deal about this.. for everyone else. But when you win the gold medal it will be a different thing!" Viktor smirked and playfully attacked Yuri. "Stop that!" Yuri laughed.

...

They went around shopping for the rest of the day since it was their last day in Barcelona. They arrived back at the hotel when it was already dark, with many bags in their hands. "How are we going to get all this back home?" Wondered Viktor when he placed the bags on his bed in their hotel room. "I have no idea..." Yuri said and fell on his back on his bed, arms spread out to both sides. "Are you happy to go back home, Yuri?" The white haired man asked suddenly after staring at the bags for a while.

"Yep, it is nice to see mom and everyone again." Yuri said and looked up at the ceiling when suddenly his view was blocked by Viktor's face. "Hey, what are you-"

Viktor wrapped both his arms around Yuri and kissed him long and deep, his soft lips pressing tightly against Yuri's. Yuri closed his eyes and returned the kiss passionately, tangling up his fingers with Viktor's silky white hair.

To be continued..

Also sorry if this chapter was a little all over the place :'D