AUTHOR'S NOTE: AS PREDICTED I AM NOT FREAKING OKAY AND IT'S BEEN OVER 24 HOURS. I KEEP SEEING CLIPS FROM THE EPISODE ON FACEBOOK AND IT'S BRINGING IT BACK AND GAAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT GUYS.

But on a better note I just bought the Yuri on Ice soundtrack cause it came out yesterday on the UK iTunes! WOOP. Shall We Skate is my jaaaaaaaaaaaam.

Side note: if any of you guys want to scream at someone about Yuri on Ice then feel free to message me on here :3

ANYWAYS, here is today's chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Thank you to Myriam-land, CursedRedRose, Pearl-Posts, jessM21, Reipersecutoria and lolotuaku for reviewing the last chapter!

This chapter is dedicated to AnnabethWeasley22, LaDySaMaEl, himeichigo69, TheFirstFandom, Reipersecutoria and SchoolGirlOtaku.

DISCLAIMER: We all know I don't own it and WE ALL KNOW NONE OF US ARE OKAY RIGHT NOW.

Day 9 – Stress

Yuuri peeked over the back of the couch and watched as Viktor bustled around the kitchen, a "Kiss the Cook" apron that JJ had bought him for a joke tied around his waist. Occasionally a curse word in Russia would slip out, after which he could quickly shout an apology through to the living room since he knew Yuuri could hear him.

Viktor and Yuuri had decided to invite their friends round for Christmas dinner a few days before Christmas since everyone would be with their families on the actual day. There had been an exhibition at a rink in Tokyo the day before, so almost everyone was able to come: Yurio, Otabek, Phichit, Chris, JJ, Mickey, Sala, Leo, Guang-Hong, Seung-gil, even Yakov and Celestino were coming. The dinner was that night and although Yuuri had helped Viktor to make most of the dishes up the day before so all they'd have to do was heat them up, Viktor had insisted on making what he was calling "the grand finale" himself: a massive three-tier Christmas cake.

But Yuuri was getting worried that Viktor hadn't realised how much work was going to have to go into making a cake that big. Not only did he have to make and bake the cakes, but then he had to decorate them and make sure they all stood on top of each other without falling over. The swear words were starting to come from the kitchen more and more often, and eventually after hearing a loud clatter and a very rude word being grunted in Russia, Yuuri got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen.

Viktor was crouched down on the floor picking up a – thankfully empty – metal bowl and wooden spoon. He looked up when Yuuri entered and gave a weak smile.

"I was just drying it," he explained. "It slipped out my hands. Landed on my foot."

Yuuri bit his lip. "Are you okay?"

Viktor nodded as he stood up. "I'm fine, don't worry. It's not heavy or anything."

Yuuri frowned and pouted. The two of them had a rule about saying "don't worry" since they pretty much constantly worried about each other. Viktor noticed and sighed slightly, although he smiled as he patted Yuuri's head. "I promise I'm fine," he repeated before turning back to his cake mix.

Yuuri looked around the kitchen. It was a bit of a mess, but from what he could see Viktor had the two bigger cakes in the oven already and was now working on the third one. The ingredients for the decorations were randomly strewn around the countertops, and a vein throbbing on Viktor's forehead suggested he was really stressed out about this.

Filled with worry, Yuuri came up behind Viktor and rested his hands on Viktor's shoulders as he started to massage his muscles. Viktor hadn't expected the sudden contact and jumped slightly in surprise.

"Yuuri? What're you doing?" he asked before letting out a small sigh without meaning to thanks to Yuuri's hands.

Yuuri smiled slightly when Viktor sighed before leaning in close to his ear. "Calm down Viktor," he murmured. "Just relax. You're stressing out too much about this. Everything's going to go great tonight, so just breathe."

Viktor nodded slightly and took Yuuri's advice, inhaling deeply before slowly letting the breath back out. Yuuri felt relief pricking at his chest as he felt Viktor relax and he leaned round to kiss his cheek. "Better?" he asked softly.

"Much better," Viktor replied with a smile, capturing Yuuri's lips for a moment. "Thank you Yuuri."

Yuuri smiled back before looking around the kitchen once again. "You need any help?"

"No, I've got this, promise," Viktor replied. "I feel a lot calmer now, so I'll be okay."

Yuuri nodded before flicking Viktor's nose slightly. "But if I hear you getting frustrated again like that I'm going to find a much less pleasant way to distract you."

Viktor raised an eyebrow in curiosity but just grinned. "Well, it's a shame I won't find out what you have in store since I'm not going to get frustrated again!"

Twenty minutes and a long list of colourful swear words in Russian, Japanese, English and French later, Viktor had completely contradicted himself. Apparently the icing wasn't behaving itself and from the sounds of it Yuuri predicted that if he didn't intervene pretty soon it was going to end up being hurled out of the window.

Sighing heavily Yuuri once again heaved himself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. This time, he decided, it was time for more drastic measures.

As he walked in this time Viktor completely ignored him, but he wasn't being rude. Viktor was so caught up in his own inner war between him and this cake that he didn't even notice Yuuri. Yuuri quickly spotted a bag of flour, dipped his hand in, grabbed a handful and - without stopping to think if he was doing something very stupid - threw it straight at Viktor.

Viktor stopped like he'd been shot when the flour hit him on the side of his face, leaving white powdery splotches on his skin and clothes. Yuuri couldn't help but giggle at the shock and confusion on his face as he slowly looked round at Yuuri.

"Told you it would be less pleasant next time," he grinned. "Food fight!"

If Yuuri had tried this with almost anyone else, he probably would have been murdered. However, Yuuri knew Viktor better than anyone else did, and he knew that deep down, Viktor was a huge child. Something like this would be the perfect distraction.

And he was proved right when the confusion faded from Viktor's eyes and was replaced by a glint of competitiveness. "You are going to regret that, my little katsudon," he smirked before scooping up some of the runny icing he had been trying to make and flinging it right back at Yuuri. Despite Yuuri's best attempt to dodge it, it landed right in his hair and started to gloop down his face.

As both men stared at each other they burst out laughing simultaneously before desperately scrambling to find ammunition. Viktor managed to grab the eggs before Yuuri could get his hands on him, but before he could throw any at him Yuuri dumped most of the rest of the flour all over Viktor's head. Coughing, Viktor tried to throw an egg back in revenge but Yuuri had already retreated back into the living room and was ducked behind the cough with an armful of tomatoes, a bag of cocoa powder and an old banana they'd been meaning to throw away for days now.

One huge mess later and Viktor seemed to be winning this fight, in the sense that Yuuri had more food on him than Viktor did. However, Yuuri still had a secret weapon he'd grabbed from the kitchen when Viktor was scrambling to get the eggs. Smirking slightly he ran out from his hiding place behind the living room door, pointed a bottle full of juice at Viktor and squeezed it. It was one of those bottles designed for people who were drinking from it whilst exercising, so the liquid wouldn't come out easily unless you really squeezed the bottle. As such Yuuri was able to aim it right in Viktor's face.

Spluttering slightly Viktor finally held his hands up. "Okay! I surrender!" he laughed as Yuuri stopped spraying him with the juice.

Out of breath Yuuri and Viktor both sank to the floor, still laughing at the state they were in. They locked eyes and their laughter faded to contented smiles.

"Now do you actually feel better?" Yuuri asked softly.

Viktor chuckled before leaning over to rest his hand on the back of Yuuri's head before he brought their lips together. Yuuri smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Viktor's neck, kissing him back gently.

As they pulled back Yuuri giggled. "You taste like orange juice," he grinned.

"And whose fault is that?" Viktor replied, sticking his tongue out like a small child. They both laughed before Viktor stood up and offered Yuuri his hand. "We should probably get cleaned up," he said.

Yuuri allowed Viktor to pull him up and he nodded. "Yeah, this place is even more of a mess now."

They both survived their battle ground: flour all over the floor, eggs smashed against the wall, and somehow the rotten banana had found itself smashed against a table lamp.

"Although…" Viktor murmured, hugging Yuuri from behind and catching him off guard, "we should probably get ourselves cleaned up first…"

Yuuri slowly looked round at Viktor and smiled shyly. "…Should we help each other out with that?" he asked quietly.

Viktor smiled. "Well, we have discovered that the shower is big enough for us both. And I think you deserve a thank you for helping me unwind, don't you?"

Yuuri blushed up to his ears but he nodded. "I guess…cleaning the apartment can wait…"

"The others aren't coming for at least four hours. Plenty of time to get cleaned up," Viktor winked before kissing Yuuri again, harder this time, but pulling away much too soon for Yuuri's liking. As Yuuri whined softly Viktor began to back away towards the door to the hallway, gesturing for Yuuri to follow him into the bathroom.

Yuuri didn't need to be asked twice.

AN: Wonder what they got up to ;-)

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