AN: Haha psyche! I have tons more angst where that came from! This isn't ending that easily. (Though it probably would've been smart to end it there, but hey, who said I was smart?) I'm hoping to bump this up to at least 10 chapters actually, because that's a healthy number IMO. Anyway, this is a little fluffy filler with hints before the angst next chapter, brace yourselves. Enjoy!
-AP

Yuuri's POV

"Yuuri...won't you let me coach you again?"

I wanted to say yes.

But instead, I looked at the floor and licked my lips, hoping to God that the flooring would swallow me right there and then. I knew I could say yes, but after all that we'd gone through...I didn't know what I wanted then. I didn't know what I wanted for the future. So I just stayed silent in his arms and let myself savour the warmth of his body for as long as I possibly could. He audibly sighed, though the sound felt like a smile. "I know it's not that easy, honey. I understand. Just...can we have us again? Even if we never skate? Please?"

"V-Viktor..." I gasped as he placed a short peck on the top of my head. I thought for sure that skating was the only thing keeping me and Viktor together; That was the reason that I assumed we should end the relationship anyway. That, without skating, we had no chance. Hearing such sentiment...

"I love who you are, not what you do." Viktor whispered, pushing me back and holding me at arms length with a sappy, lovesick grin plastered on his face that made me want to go to the nearest alter and marry him right there. I found myself shaking and a wide smile engulfed my features, despite the fact tears were streaming down my face. "I-I'm so sorry, V-Viktor...I'm so sorry for making a decision that was y-yours...W-we...Y-yes. God, yes."

When Viktor walked through the door with me, fingers of his right hand where a familiar ring still lay entangling with my left, the entire building literally cheered. Seriously. There were whistles and screaming and everything, it was like being at the Grand Prix all over again. My Mom simply came up and gave Viktor a hug, speaking way too loudly. "Welcome home, Viktor!" She giggled, before standing back and then running to the phone. Presumably to talk to Minako-sensei.

Viktor seemed more overwhelmed by the crowd than usual, dragging us into the still-furnished room that had become his. (It had a bigger bed, which made it preferable to my room.) He dragged us both down onto the bed, curling himself around me immediately.

We fell asleep like that.

Viktor's POV

I woke up before Yuuri, still wrapped up with him. He had a bedhead even though we'd barely moved, and a lazy, lopsided grin laid on his sleeping face. I smiled, untangling myself from him and padding out into the hall. We'd eventually shed our shoes, coats and any other unnecessary clothing (which, in my opinion, was all of it, which earned me a playful punch in the arm from Yuuri) before settling back into our cuddle and having slow-paced, calm conversations about nothing in particular before falling asleep.

My phone and belongings were on the table in the private dining room, and I scooped up the device, turning it on and bothering to go through my notifications for the first time in months. There were a couple of messages from fellow skaters and friends, asking how I was. Chris' dated back to the second day of the Grand Prix, and continued from then...He's a good friend. I opened up the text and typed a reply. Things have been rocky between me and Yuuri, the past few months have been rough. We're good now. Sorry for keeping you waiting.

It was 8AM here, so I didn't expect an immediate reply, however I got one anyway. It's fine, I'm just glad you two are okay. He's been ignoring my texts as well. If things go to shit, you know where I am. I smiled a little before checking my other notifications, responding to any of concern as personally as I could muster. Man, what have I been doing? I guess I must really have abandonment issues.

There was one that caught me off-guard though.

A text from a number that was long-deleted, however that I had memorized off by heart.

Vitechka, it's Mama! Why don't you bring your new friend to meet us? It's been so long! You are such a big boy now! Let us put the past behind us...Your Papa cannot wait to see you!

I suddenly felt very, very sick to the stomach.

Yuuri's POV

When I woke up, the place next to me was cold, and I let out a sound that was a mixture of a yawn and a whine of protest. I stood, trampling tiredly into the spare room where Viktor's things had been placed last night. I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching him text someone as a small, fond smile appeared upon his face. Ah. Chris, then.

Chris was a complicated subject for both of us after I was informed of the apparent friendship we formed through drunken pole-dancing; He was sort of like a friend and sort of like a lover for both me and Viktor, however we were all comfortable with not labelling it as either. Chris had a boyfriend and didn't hold us as he held him, just as we didn't view him as we viewed each other; It was just something that we all took part in and consented to that...was quite complicated to label.

The Swiss himself had once brought up the term 'queer-platonic partners', but we all decided we'd only ever use the term if someone officially asked about our trio, which they hadn't, assuming it was just Chris being his flirty self. He'd sent me thousands of texts that I'd felt horrible for ignoring since the Grand Prix. Despite that, I'd still managed to have a couple calls with him to vent. He was a good guy, and his attitude when he wasn't trying to be as sexual as possible balanced me and Viktor out perfectly.

Our relationship had grown since the Grand Prix despite the rockiness between Viktor and I, (that I caused by my own idiocy and lack of communication), and I'd admittedly told him about how strong the urge to relapse had been, but I only ever talked to him when he called me. He'd been too good to me, but I hated the idea of having to tell him I'd relapsed. Nonetheless, we'd both learned to recognise the face we'd have when talking to Chris.

His face changed a little as he went through his texts, no doubt being nice enough to reply to all the concern he'd received. However, he still seemed pretty satisfied until opening what I could assume was one of the last.

His grin immediately dropped, and all of the colour seemed to drain out of his face. His arm was shaking, and he looked like he was actually about to throw up. Deciding that this seemed like a good time to show myself, I dragged myself until I was behind him and snaked my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face into the place between his shoulder blades. "'Mornin'." I yawned, and he seemed to visibly relaxed before prying me off, looking at me nervously.

"U-Um, Yuuri, can I talk to you?" He asked, looking terrified as he stuttered out the question. I nodded, dragging him back to his room so he could sit down before he passed out. (Probably an overreaction, but safety is safety.) Once he was sat, I looked at him. "What is it?" I questioned concernedly, suddenly feeling a lot more awake than I did a second ago. He was fiddling with his hands and refused to meet my eye.

"Have you ever wondered why I don't talk about my parents?" He blurted, looking up at me. I nodded slowly and then gestured for him to continue. I was always kind of curious about Viktor's parents, but it never seemed polite to ask. He sighed before continuing. "W-Well, it's a long story, but...my Mom texted me. For the first time in years. And she wants...her and Dad want to meet you."

And that's how we ended up on a plane to Russia two days later, with me relatively excited to finally meet my boyfriend's parents (considering we'd just got back together, we'd agreed to leave some time before calling each other fiancé again) although also relatively concerned about why said boyfriend seemed extremely scared about the entire encounter.

AN: It's coming lads, the angst! It's still a little short, sorry. Now you know my headcanon about Chris. Bonus points if anyone can guess how lovely Viktor's parents are...If you read my other stories you're probably about to set me on fire...Anyway! Review if you liked, you're welcome for the fluff, and resolution, but there's more, and thanks very much for reading!
-AP