Chapter 4: Yuuri the fanboy, Yuuri the housewife, Yuuri the momma

Yuuri shifted against Victor, pulling up his feet to be further under the covers. "Hey sweetheart?"

Victor hummed in acknowledgement.

Yuuri smiled, blushing a little. "Well, it's kind of silly, but can I ask you a question as a fan?"

Victor laughed lightly. "Sure."

Yuuri reddened. "W-well, I wanted to know... You don't happen to have any baby pictures of you, do you? I mean, it's just that I... I run a fan page that I've had since before we met, and I thought..."

Victor bit his lip, trying and failing not to laugh. "... really?"

Yuuri pouted angrily. "Well, yes! Obviously I don't need to be on a fan page now, but I have people who expect me to post! I can't just leave, there's like 250,000 members..."

Victor sat up a little. "Really? 250,000?"

Yuuri nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah..."

"Wow..." Victor murmured, staring off into space.

"Yeah, well, can I just have some pictures?"

Victor grinned. "Of course."

Yuuri sighed as Victor laid back down. He snuggled back into Victor's arms. They sat quietly for a moment, and Yuuri began to close his eyes.

"Do they know who you are, though? I mean, as my husband, it's kind of expected you'd have information and photos most fans wouldn't, and-"

"No, Victor, they don't know who I am. Go to sleep."

Victor quietly apologized and closed his eyes.

"Yeah but like what exactly have you posted, have you been like taking sleeping pictures of me, or-"

"Victor."

"Sorry, yup, I'll shut up."

Phichit laughed as Yuuri mocked something in Japanese. Phichit hadn't seen Yuuri in quite a while, and Yuuri was now catching up with him. Yurio stared uncomfortably. He had the burning feeling Yuuri was talking about him. Suddenly, he heard something familiar.

"'Iiee, chigaimasu.' Sou ka deshou? Koneko wa gaikokujin, sou deshou ne? Boku wa 'kaasan', ne? Hontou ka iraira arimasen. Ma, demo suki de..."

"That." Yurio suddenly interrupted. "What did you just say?"

Yuuri glanced to Phichit quickly. "Uh..."

Phichit shrugged. "Tell him."

Yuuri widened his eyes. "No!"

Yurio broke in again. "I know you're trying to make it seem like you were talking about sucking face with the old man to get me to stop asking. I know you're talking about me! I heard you say 'koneko' and 'kaasan' when you were drunk."

Yuuri laughed nervously. "Well... Do you want to know the truth?"

Yurio nodded, impatient.

"I was talking about how much of a brat you are."

Yuuri smiled as he set down the pie. "It's cooled now. I hope you like it."

Victor grinned devilishly. "Well aren't you domestic."

Yuuri lowered to Victor's ear. "You love me being your wife, don't you, you dirty perverted fuck. Well, how about after dessert you get some dessert, hm? Can't let your wife get restless."

He backed away, an innocent smile on his face. Victor shivered. Yuuri could be scary sometimes.

"Uhh... Y-yeah..."

Yuuri brightly beamed, spinning on his heel and strutting away, knowing precisely what he was doing. He wondered what a nice, cute and lacey apron would do to Victor.

He chuckled devilishly. All the right things.