AUTHOR'S NOTE: Since we already had a cookie related chapter for Viktuuri and everyone seemed to enjoy the OtaYuri fic from a few days ago… Guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? :-D

Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Thank you to lolotaku, Myriam-land, bstarqueen and Pearl-Posts for reviewing the last chapter!

This chapter is dedicated to katdragneel1, eeveegirly and Hechulera.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yuri on Ice and I am not going to be okay after tonight's episode. There is a 0% chance of me being okay.

Day 8 - Thief

Otabek had initially wanted to surprise Yuri with Christmas cookies since he'd said he'd be at the rink all day, but that plan had been ruined when he'd arrived back at the apartment only half an hour after leaving.

"What happened?" Otabek asked when the very disgruntled Russian teenager barged into the kitchen having thrown his bag containing his skates down on the couch.

"Something went wrong at the rink last night," he huffed. "The ice didn't refreeze properly overnight so it's not safe to skate on."

Otabek shot Yuri a look of sympathy. "Do you want to ride over to the other rink? I don't mind."

Yuri shook his head. "No, it's way on the other side of the city. Plus…" Yuri's eyes finally fell on the dough Otabek was cutting shapes out of, "it looks like you're busy. What're you doing Beka?"

"Well I was going to surprise you by making you Christmas cookies but you've seen them now," Otabek sighed.

"That's not my fault," Yuri grumbled.

Otabek smiled and patted Yuri on the head. "I know that Yura. I'm still going to make them. You go watch some TV or something; I'll let you know when they're done."

Yuri glared at Otabek for ruining his hair but he nodded, swiping a little bit of the dough to taste before he went back through to the living room, leaving the door between the living room and the kitchen open.

Otabek smiled after him and went back to cutting out the cookies, placing the different shapes on a baking tray next to him. The two skaters only had a small oven in their apartment so he would have the bake the cookies in batches.

As he bent down to open the oven to put the first batch in, Otabek could've sworn he heard something behind him. Not wanting to burn himself he put the cookies in the oven first and shut the door before turning around, but there was nobody there. Deducing he probably just imagined it, Otabek walked through to the living room to see what Yuri was up to.

Yuri was curled up on the couch reading a book instead of watching TV as Otabek thought he would do. Yuri never really read much before they moved in together, but when he saw Otabek reading all the time he'd decided to start trying to read more books. It had been three years since the two of them had become friends in Barcelona, and two years since they'd become more than just friends. Knowing how close Yuri was to his grandfather, Otabek had agreed to move to Russia so they could live together, something which Yuri was immeasurably grateful for, although he wasn't sure how to express that gratitude.

"What're you reading?" Otabek asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

Otabek frowned slightly when Yuri sounded like he was quickly swallowing something before he looked round. "Um…it's an old book my grandpa gave me. It's an English story translated into Russia. It's called Oliver Twist."

"Oh, Charles Dickens," Otabek smiled. "I read a lot of his books when I was younger. I have most of them in Russian if you want to borrow them."

Yuri shot him a small smile. "Thanks, I'd like that."

Otabek smiled back down at him before heading back into the kitchen to check on the cookies. They were coming along pretty nicely so he decided to start cutting out the next batch.

While he was searching through the cupboards for another baking tray Otabek thought he heard a noise behind him again. This time he whipped his head round quickly but there was still nothing there. Worried now he stuck his head back into the living room.

"Yura, did you hear something just now?" he asked.

Yuri shook his head but didn't say anything, keeping his head down. Otabek sighed heavily but shrugged as he went back to looking for the tray. The building they lived in was pretty old so maybe it was just the pipes or something he was hearing.

By the time he'd cut out the second batch of cookies the first batch were ready to come out of the oven. Otabek looked down at the dough he had left and frowned. He'd thought he'd made enough for three full batches but what he had left didn't look like it would make another 12 cookies. Maybe 8 or 9 if he was lucky. He shrugged as he brought the baked cookies out of the oven and replaced them with the second batch. Oh well, they'd still have plenty of cookies to keep them going for a while. Neither of them were really into snacking since they had to watch their figures for skating, so they wouldn't pig out on the cookies in one go.

As Otabek closed the oven door and looked over at the baked cookies he frowned yet again. Okay, he knew for a fact he'd put 12 cookies on that baking tray. Now there were only 7.

Otabek slowly looked round at the door to the living room. His sharp eyes noticed a small trail of crumbs leading out of the kitchen. A small smile spread over his face as he realised what was going on, but he decided not to say anything yet. Instead he just went back to what he was doing and took the cookies from the baking tray and placed them in a bowl.

Just before he was about to turn round to cut out the last batch of cookies he heard the tiniest sound of movement coming from the living room. Keeping his back turned to the door Otabek counted to five before whirling around and grabbing Yuri's hand just as he was about to snatch more of the cookie dough.

"Caught you," Otabek smirked as Yuri's face turned red. "You know, it's your fault I don't have enough dough to make as many cookies as I was going to. Plus if you fill up on cookie dough you won't eat dinner tonight."

"Alright, shut up Beka," Yuri grumbled. "You're not my mother. And it's not my fault it tasted so good…"

Otabek chuckled at Yuri's honesty before quickly pulling Yuri towards him, catching him off guard. Before Yuri could protest though Otabek was kissing him, pushing him against the kitchen counter. Yuri gasped in shock and Otabek took the opportunity to gently slip his tongue into Yuri's mouth. Yuri had just started to kiss him back when Otabek stepped away.

"B…Beka…" Yuri moaned weakly, looking up at him and breathing heavily. "W…why did you stop?"

"Because," Otabek smiled, tapping Yuri on the nose, "that was your punishment for stealing the cookies. And besides, I didn't get to taste them yet, so that seemed like a good way to do it."

"Bekaaaaaaaaa!" Yuri grumbled, glaring at him before stomping back through to the living room.

But before he could get there Otabek grabbed his hand again and gently turned him around. Cupping Yuri's cheek he smiled as he rested their foreheads together. "I bet it tasted even sweeter than usual when mixed with your taste Yura," he murmured before kissing him softly.

Otabek could feel Yuri's face flush under his hand, but even so he covered Otabek's hand with his own and kissed him back.

After a few moments Otabek pulled back from Yuri, but this time he didn't look annoyed. Instead Yuri just smiled at him, and Otabek couldn't help but smile back. He could never stay annoyed at his Yura for long.

AN: I really loved writing this! I hope you guys don't mind the lack of Viktuuri here!

As promised, there won't be any spoilers in tomorrow's chapter about tonight's episode, however the disclaimer will probably just be me screaming in all caps about how it's over and I'm never going to recover. Fair warning :-P

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