Viktor looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes darting across the hydrating mask he just put on his skin. It was a pale green colour and it was going all the way to his hairline where a black band was keeping his bangs from falling. He didn't like the idea of aging, he never did so he used all type of products to keep his skin moisturized and his lips soft and to chase the bags under his eyes. 90% of the bottles in their bathroom belonged to him and he was still shocked Yuuri's hair could be so soft without him using anything beside shampoo.
His eyes gleamed in the artificial light and he wondered how much would it take for Yuuri to get home. His fiancé was out shopping with Yurio and the only reason why he wasn't with them was because the teen seemed to have wanted to have Katsudon all for himself, to talk to him about some private matters. And who was Viktor to intrude in their friendship? Makkachin came inside the bathroom and barked at the sight before his owner bent to rub her ears lovingly.
He sat on the bed and urged the dog to sit on his lap, enjoying the warmth it gave him and grabbed the book he was reading, concentrated on the story. After a while he went to wash the mask off his face and while he was applying some hand cream he heard the door and got out, enthusiastic to welcome Yuuri home.
"I'm home!" The Japanese muttered tired and smiled amused at the sight of his just-out-of-the-box fiancé who was hurrying towards him behind their dog.
"Okaerinasai!" Viktor said, going to kiss his lover's lips gently before grabbing his coat and hanging it in place. "How it went?"
"He needed some advice" Yuri needed to talk about the things that were going on with Otabek and he knew he could only count on his new rink mate for that because Viktor's style was too different from his. He wasn't sure what he was feeling so all he needed was a pat on the back and some encouraging words which he received because Yuuri could see behind the frightening appearance. Viktor hummed and wrapped his arms around the shorter man, holding him close for a while.
"I'm glad you're back, Yuu~ri" he whined, making the other chuckle. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the great Viktor Nikiforov was this clingy in his day-to-day life and in one way or another he was right because he wasn't until him. He wasn't allowed to be until then. "Do you want to order food?"
"No, I will make something quickly" He's just been to grocery shopping the other day so they had resources and also, he wanted them to have somewhat balanced meals. He disappeared into the kitchen and sighed when he saw the pile of dishes in the sink. "Viktor!" he called loudly as the other man went back to the bedroom.
Loud thumps on the floor followed and a silver head peeked through the door.
"Yes, Yuuri?"
"Haven't I asked you a million times to please wash the dishes?" The frown that covered Viktor's face would have been amusing if the Japanese was not so upset about this. It was silly and he knew it but he was doing almost every chore and he wanted Viktor to at least do something as easy as this.
"But I've just got my nails –" He didn't want to hear about it so he rose a hand and huffed. He wasn't going to wash them, he decided he would just let them there until his fiancé decided to complete this task. Viktor came closer and bribed him with kisses into forgiveness and of course he gave in, faking reluctance at first.
They had dinner and talked about the things they missed when they were apart and then went back to the bedroom where they cuddled in bed, ready to watch a movie. Yuuri's nose was buried in Viktor's neck and he was content with feeling the fresh smell he adored so much so he wrapped his arms tighter around the other's torso and closed his eyes, leaving the movie behind.
"Vitya, you smell a bit different today" Viktor blinked in surprise that he observed something like that and then happily began to babble about the new mask he found out about and how it was so amazing for his skin. Yuuri just smiled at the enthusiasm and listened patiently to every word.
"Do you want to try it?"
"Hm?" He opened his eyes suddenly.
"Do you want to try it? We can do it together if you want" As an Asian, Yuuri's skin has been flawless all his life so he has tried using a mask only back in Detroit when Phichit insisted it would be fun. But he couldn't refuse the sparkling blue puppy eyes so he nodded.
That was all it took for Viktor to fly out of the bed and to the bathroom where he got everything he needed for a spa session. He wanted to spoil Yuuri rotten so he started with a massage and then slowly applied the coat of soft substance on his lover's face, whispering about relaxation and other things he could barely hear in that moment. It felt good and he felt pampered so he gave in the sensation and giggled amused when Viktor sat beside him with an equally covered face.
"You look silly" Yuuri said and the older man pouted, faking a hurt expression.
"And I thought I was always handsome" He gasped dramatically and Yuuri leaned for a kiss – a quite difficult thing to do without smearing their masks.
"You know you are" He grinned and Viktor took his phone out to take a selfie he immediately posted on Instagram with the caption #relationshipgoals #ilovehim. The fans went crazy in a few seconds and they both chuckled at their enthusiasm, resting against the many pillows on their bed.
The next day started early – with a run and continued at the rink where they did their best at defining their routines for this upcoming season. Viktor was almost as savage as Yakov when it came to training so by the time they were having a lunch break they were both sweaty and exhausted. Yurio didn't want to go with them so they decided to choose a new place to eat.
It was a cozy place, somewhere near and after they picked a table they waited in silence for a waiter to bring their menus. It was raining outside so they watched how drops of water trickled down the window wall they sat next to. Yuuri was startled by the waiter clearing his voice and he turned around to gasp surprised at the sight in front of him.
"Yuuri Katsuki?" The question caught Viktor's attention and he turned around to look at the man who acknowledged his fiancé, surprised to see a very good lucking guy, probably in his mid-twenties. He looked taller than him and he had a slimmer body, matching his attractive face that was covered in freckles. He had a deep brown shade of hair and a big mouth that was now smiling crooked.
"Oh my God! Dimitri!" Viktor's eyebrows furrowed, the man confused – who was Dimitri? "I didn't expect to see you here" Was Yuuri... blushing? He couldn't believe his eyes and the waiter laughed amused, making Viktor almost lose it. He grinned fakely when he became the one his lover focused on. "Dimitri went to the same college as me, we were both foreigners"
Viktor did his best not to frown uncomfortably and shift in his seat. He didn't want to show any kind of weakness in front of this stranger.
"How nice" He put on the smile he used with the press and extended his hand. "Viktor Nikiforov, nice to meet you" The other widened his eyes.
"Aren't you...?! Isn't he the famous guy you were obsessed with?" Yuuri's skin turned a darker shade of red and he was looking like he was close to passing out when he began to nod, embarrassed.
"Yuu~ri! That's so cute of you" Viktor continued, hiding the possessiveness that almost escaped his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" Dimitri interrupted and Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck still flushed.
"I'm training here now"
"We're engaged" The Russian said at the same time and in that moment the younger man thought he was going to faint; he was still not used to telling people this and he wondered if he would ever get comfortable. Viktor was acting quite rude, though which was totally uncharacteristic and it made him wonder what triggered this kind of behaviour.
"Really? Congratulations" The silver-haired man darted his eyes around to see if there weren't other tables this guy had to serve. Unfortunately for him they were the only ones in the small place and he sighed under his breath, wondering what the hell was going on. He has never been the jealous type but this was Yuuri we were talking about and he was getting all flustered because of a guy he never heard of; he also seemed embarrassed about their engagement.
"Why don't you take a break and sit with us for a minute or two?" Baby blues snapped up at the words and he felt his stomach twisting when he heard Dimitri accepting the offer. He went first to give their order and then came back and sat with them, moment in which the two of them began talking about other people they knew – Phichit along them. Apparently this guy was back in his home country as soon as he was done with college and Viktor couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard he was still giving interviews for a full-time job. He was beautiful but he didn't compare to him. He bit the inside of his cheek – no one could compare to him, he was 5 times gold medallist at the GPF, the world's most famous skater. He gulped; then why was he feeling like the smallest unimportant person on earth?
He kept a smile on even if he felt vulnerable and slowly, Yuuri's hand slipped out of his, breaking any type of contact they had. He tried to include him in the conversations and he answered politely every time but he couldn't bring himself to pay attention to their hurried English.
"So when did the two of you get engaged?" The question made him snap out of it and he stopped fumbling with his napkin.
"Last year in Barcelona" Dimitri chuckled.
"So fancy. I can't believe this is actually happening – I mean you're pretty young too" Vikto smiled, sure that Yuuri was going to deny that but instead he nodded with a shy expression and changed the subject, making his heart skip a beat.
What was that supposed to mean? Was he regretting that they were engaged?
"We should meet sometimes, Yuuri! I'll show you around"
"S-sure!" The man grabbed a piece of paper from his small notebook and wrote his number down, offering it to the brunet who took it without hesitation and put it inside his wallet right before Viktor's eyes. He felt the need to throw up but he simply reminded Yuuri that their break was over and they should head back to the rink.
"Of course!" He said, looking for money to pay.
"You're paying for both?" Dimitri asked with a rose eyebrow and Viktor didn't know why but this comment made him feel very uncomfortable. It was Yuuri's condition, ever since they moved in together that they would take turns in paying for things, even if he had less money than him. And he accepted because he never wanted Yuuri to feel inferior to his fame. "Okay" He took the money and then grinned. "See you!"
"See you!" The Japanese smiled and followed his fiancé out of the place. In that moment he felt terribly shy to take Yuuri's hand so he placed it in the pocket of his coat, the other holding the umbrella that protected them from the pouring rain. "It's so nice to see old acquaintances"
"Hm" Viktor said distracted but Yuuri didn't pay attention, too enthusiastic about the meeting.
"Now I really want to go back and do my best at the rink"
"He's handsome" He murmured and Yuuri chuckled.
"Back in Detroid I had a little crush on him" The news weren't what the older skater needed at the moment so he felt his lips tingle in disappointment. "He knew and indulged me at a party but that was all"
"Indulged?"
"We made out" Another chuckle that made Viktor pace faster, almost making Yuuri struggle to keep up with him. He lied about how nice that was and for the rest of the day tried to focus on skating. He was exaggerating on his jumps and even missed a quad – something that hasn't happened in years as it was his signature move so when his body fell on the coldness he remained down, not wanting to move. Yuuri was at the lockers with Yurio so the one that came to him was Yakov who grabbed his arm.
"Vitya" the grumpy man chanted. "Get up" He couldn't stay like that forever so he did as he was told and completely ignored the man's icy stare. "Vitya, tell me what's on your mind"
"What do you mean?"
"You're a mess and I'm not a fool"
"Nothing is wrong" Viktor said a little too loud and Yakov raised his thin eyebrows, his ugly face becoming determined.
"Go home"
"What?" Yakov's mouth formed a hard line.
"You're not allowed on the ice anymore today" He couldn't do that – he needed to skate to clear his mind, he needed to skate to feel better.
"What? You can't do that"
"Listen to what I say for once!" The deep voice boomed and the younger sighed, knowing it was a lost battle. Nothing could change Yakov's mind when he was decided on something and unfortunately, he could see right through him. "Does it have something to do with Yuuri?" Perceptive; Viktor smiled fake and pressed an index against his lips, winking when he saw his rink mates entering the room.
"What happened? Tired already, old man?" Yurio asked when he saw Viktor was getting off the ice.
"Yes, I'm going home" Was the reply, the tone drier than intended. That made Yuuri question what was going on so he went closer to his fiancé and watched him concerned. Viktor was not the type to take the day off, he was the type to over-work himself so this behaviour was not characteristic at all.
"Hey, is everything okay?"
"Sure" He answered hurried and Yuuri leaned closer, seeing he was lying. "I am good, really. I'll see you home"
"Okay" He was still shy about some things that regarded Viktor and he didn't want to pressure him so he decided he shall wait until the other willingly opened up to him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the usual parting kiss but instead he received a peck on the forehead, which made him wonder if he was the reason why Viktor was going home. He searched through his mind and realized that maybe he was upset that they weren't alone during lunch – it was enough to upset someone as needy as Viktor and he watched that fine backside as he headed towards the hall, decided he should wait until later to think about it.
Once he got home, Viktor was greeted by Makkachin who was waving her tail enthusiastic to see him for the first time in what seemed like forever. He bent and rubbed her nose with both hands.
"Hello, Makka! You've been waiting for me? Good girl" he pouted and kissed her head before deciding he should have a shower and then head for a long run with his poodle.
It's been a while since he wandered alone on the streets of Sankt Petersburg but he took all the time he needed, going nowhere in particular and stopping from time to time to buy himself something warm to drink. Makkachin was happy they were having such a long walk so he smiled when they reached the park and she began running around, making some children come and pet her.
"Is this your dog, sir?" It was a cute boy, around 6 years old who was having a missing front tooth.
"Yes, her name is Makkachin" He said, bending to show him how she liked to be petted. "She's the best girl in the world" He cooed lovingly and the boy nodded, giggling.
It was already getting dark so the kids had to leave and he decided he might stay some more time just to look at the clear sky. The stars were shining beautifully tonight and he couldn't get enough of the sight, it made him realize how small they all were in the universe. He was feeling insecure and he had to admit he thought he forgot this side of him. Everyone thought he was unstoppable and had limitless faith in himself but in reality he was just human and there were time like this that made him want to just cry.
It was very late when Makka jumped on the bench where he was sitting and began to tug on his coat with her teeth. He released the material carefully and rubbed her head.
"What's the matter, girl? Wanna go?" The dog began to whine and he smiled bitterly at the thought that maybe she missed Yuuri. "He probably didn't even realize that man was flirting" he whispered, watching the black eyes that were silently approving. "Let's go back to Yuuri" He sighed in defeat and began walking home, leaving Makkachin free around him.
He hasn't realized when the time flew so when he unlocked the door and heard hurried steps he frowned confused. In the hall appeared a very pale Yuuri who was watching him like he was seeing a ghost, his eyes bloodshot.
"Hi! What happened?" He asked, taking his scarf off and telling Makka to go to the bathroom so he could wash her paws. No answer. "What's the matter, Yuuri?"
"It's past midnight, Viktor" The brunet finally said, his voice hoarse. The blue-eyed man blinked confused – he had no idea. "I - everyone's been sick with worry"
The frustration inside Viktor grew – he was an adult and he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he didn't need a bunch of babysitters to watch over him, after all he's been alone all his life. Beside Yakov who was like a father, he never had anyone else.
"You're exaggerating" He said simply, keeping his calm and Yuuri's eyes began to gleam.
"I care for you! I've been worried sick, you left your phone home and you left no note!" Yuuri's words became interrupted as his breathing picked up and they turned into small sobs at the end of the sentence.
"I am sorry, that was not my intention but I am a grown-up and I can take care of myself" His voice was dull and low and he walked right past Yuuri, heading towards the bathroom and knowing Makkachin already jumped in the bathtub.
"That's all you have to say?" Asked the younger man as soon as he turned on the warm water and began to gently wash the poodle. He didn't react at first but after a while he turned his head and watched the still-teary man.
"I apologized, I don't know what I can do more"
Yuuri has never seen this side of Viktor before, he expected him to be his warm self and apologize with hugs and kisses but instead of that his eyes were empty and he was distant. It was true that maybe he exaggerated but he couldn't stop thinking the worst and that killed him the past hours he spent waiting and looking at the clock, hoping he was alright.
"I will reheat your dinner" he said simply, not knowing how to continue. His eyes were stinging and he needed sleep.
"There's no need, thank you" He got up and got Makkachin's towel before drying her paws and letting her outside the tub. "Good girl" He smiled gently that washed off as soon as he was done with her. He headed towards the bedroom and changed his clothes, feeling his sore legs through the material of his sweatpants. Yuuri was watching him mesmerized, not knowing what to say or how to react; he couldn't believe Viktor could be such a cold man. And why was he like this to him? What did he do to deserve this treatment?
"Viktor" he whispered.
"Look, Yuuri, I really don't want to argue; I was out for a walk with Makkachin and I lost the notion of time. Now I would like to sleep because I am tired"
"Okay" He decided not to talk anymore because every word broke his heart so he simply got his laptop and snuggled on his side of bed, putting his headphones on and playing some music, trying to ignore the fact that Viktor was acting like he was alone in the room. The silver-haired man got on his side of bed and tried to fall asleep but his eyes were reluctant to close so he kept watching the part of the room he was facing, his mind slowly calming down. Only now he has realized how bitter he's been with Yuuri who was ever so sweet and who probably cried his eyes out with worry while waiting for him to come home.
He has let that unknown man consume his mind and he hurt Yuuri in the process. He furrowed his brows, his ears sensible to the music his fiancé was listening to. But Yuuri was at fault too, for being so embarrassed about them, for accepting that man's flirting and taking his number. He could show him around, damn he did that every day, he wouldn't want another stranger occupy that time. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down but couldn't, all he could think about was how he messed things up and how he didn't know what to feel or how to react. Yuuri closed his laptop after what seemed like an eternity and curled on his side of bed facing away. It was the first time they weren't sleeping tangled together and Viktor wondered if he could accommodate to this – the answer was no because sleep was the furthest thing of his mind.
He felt tiredness drowning his entire body but his brain couldn't rest so after a long time he got up, trying not to wake Yuuri. Makkachin felt his movements and got up, following closely to the living room where he sat on the sofa, his legs under him as his head dropped on the back. He soon found his poodle was climbing in his lap, sniffing at his neck as if he was begging him to wash that pained expression.
He felt down, he felt like he wanted to cry all night but couldn't, instead he rubbed Makka's head gently, chanting pet names to her. She's always been his best friend, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
He hugged her close and stood like that for a while, trying to make the room stop spinning. He decided he should make himself some tea and hardly made it to the kitchen where he turned the lights on. He would have put some water to boil if he wouldn't have seen the pile of still dirty dishes. Right, he was supposed to wash them. He wasn't sure why but remembering he had to do this and completely failed made a shiver crawl down his spine and he hurried towards the sink, almost tripping and falling over.
He started the water and grabbed the sponge forcefully with the thought of washing those damn things. He was gripping on the dishes so tightly that it hurt his knuckles and he was trying to remain composed and not start crying. He fucked everything up and he was scared. Everyone before Yuuri was a lie compared to what he was feeling now, he realized he never loved someone like this before and he probably never will again.
Yuuri felt the mattress moving under him when Viktor slipped out of the bed but he took a few minutes to think if he should chase after him or stay right there. He didn't hear the bathroom door so it was clear he was not there and that was enough to get up with a long sigh. He was feeling like he was skating on a frozen lake and any wrong move would make the ice crack under his weight. He didn't want to sneak but he went quietly towards the livingroom that was empty and then headed for the kitchen where the lights were on. Makkachin probably felt his presence because she began to shift and his eyes remained fixed on Viktor who was furiously washing the dishes. He looked borderline panicked so he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the slender waist, resting his head in between outstanding shoulder blades.
"Viktor, come to bed" He whispered on the kindest voice and got no reaction. "Please, come to bed, let's talk." The arms were moving frantically and he got beside him so he could watch his face. He looked scarily collected. "Vitya" he begged. "I am sorry. Why are you acting like this? I-don't"
"Ty ostavish' menya" The words were spoken so softly that he couldn't figure but the last part out so he got a little closer as begging him to repeat. "You'll leave me" It was a throaty sob and Yuuri blinked, confused by what he was hearing.
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll get bored of me and find someone better" He gulped. "But I love you Yuuri and I'm scared. I don't want to be alone again, I'll miss you so much" he was blabbering so fast that he hasn't realized his fingers were gripping tighter than they should on the plate he was holding and the thing broke under the pleasure, making both of them jump startled. Viktor looked at the blood gushing and then back at Yuuri who was already alarmed.
"Vitya, you're hurt! Come with me" he said and tugged on Viktor's shirt until the lattest followed him towards the bathroom where he was forced to sit on the edge of the bathtub while Yuuri was tending for his wound. He searched for every piece of glass before he poured some alcohol on, making the older man hiss. "Now, now, we must make sure it will not get infected" he said in the gentlest tone possible and Viktor nodded, his throat still dry. He was looking like a scared child, his eyes big and his nose rosy. It was disturbing to see Viktor Nikiforov break down like that and see him insecure but he knew he had to do his best to clear any trace of doubt.
"Thank you" he mumbled innocently and Yuuri offered him his hand that he took with his unhurt one.
He was led to the bedroom where the lamps were turned on and where he sat next to Yuuri almost shyly. 90 percent of the times, Vikor was supporting him but now it was his turn to be the stone and make sure they were alright.
"What in the world made you think all those things?" Blue eyes were casted down, away from searching dark brown. "Viktor I love you so much – I loved you all my life, how could I ever leave you when you're my dream come true?" No answer. He scooted closer and placed a warm hand on a very cold cheek, making the man flinch under his touch. Viktor seemed extremely tensed, like he was a ticking bomb. He slowly guided his face so they were facing each other, their lips only centimetres apart. "I love you"
The Russian nodded and let out a long breath.
"I would never leave you, never." His voice began to tremble. "I am the one that should be scared you would leave me because you're you and..."
"You said you're too young to be engaged" Yuuri's eyes furrowed, trying to remember when he exactly affirmed anything like that.
"I never said that." Arms wrapped tightly around Viktor's shoulder, forcing the man rest his head in the crook of his lover's neck. "I wanted to avoid that conversation, baby" It was the first time he used a pet name and he wanted to blush at the realisation but knew he must be confident in his words – Viktor deserved that. "I wouldn't wait a second more to be with you"
"Okay" It was a throaty okay but Yuuri smiled at the sound.
"He flirted with you" The Japanese frowned not sure he followed the right line. "And you said you had a crush on him" Realisation hit him like a meteorite and he ran his fingers through Viktor's hair when he got up from the position to look him in the eye.
"Dimitri?" Viktor nodded helplessly. He hated feeling so vulnerable. "That's so silly of you! It happened years ago, it was a stupid crush! It doesn't compare to what we have and he was not fli-"
"But he was! And you took his number" He couldn't believe the most beautiful man on earth was jealous of some old acquaintance of him, of someone he hasn't spoke to in years.
"If it makes you so uncomfortable I will throw it away, I will never see him again"
Viktor bit his lower lip – he didn't mean to be the possessive asshole who never let his boyfriend see anyone else beside him.
"You don't have to –"
"I want to, believe me! I won't do anything that hurts you like this" He opened his arms widely and the Russian slowly let them envelope him, his body relaxing for the first time in hours. "If only I would have noticed during lunch, I would have spared us of all that happened"
"I am sorry for being a mess" Viktor whispered remorseful.
"Don't apologize for being human. I am here and I love all of you" He whispered into silver hair before pressing his lips against a flushed cheek. "You're okay, baby" He moved so he could rest his back against the pillows and held Viktor tightly against his body, knowing it was the only way he could lull him to calmness and sleep.
His fiancé was a very strong man, he rarely cracked under pressure and God knows there was a lot of that in his day-to-day life. Their bodies melted against each other while his fingers ran through soft soft hair and against pale skin with all the gentleness in the world. He smiled realizing Viktor easily fell asleep once they laid down and grabbed his phone to text Yurio they weren't going to make it to the rink tomorrow. It was near dawn and they were just going to sleep so he decided to sleep in.
"We're fine, my love" He kissed the top of his head and smiled at the content sigh the sleeping man let out. "Sleep tight"
When morning came Yuuri woke up first, which was something that happened so rare that he couldn't stop the awe once he saw the sleeping man wrapped around him. He could remember how many times he imagined this as a teenager – they were all illusions back then but the Viktor sleeping next to him was real and he looked so beautifully peaceful with flushed cheeks and soft lips. His mind wandered at what happened last night and he kissed the Russian's head lovingly, holding tighter on him.
He tried to get up so he could make breakfast but he was pinned down by the other who was not letting go.
"I want to go and make breakfast, sweetheart" He whispered as if not to disturb the atmosphere.
"Stay here" Viktor's voice was heavy with sleep and it was enough for Yuuri to give up on the plans and stay some more between the sheets. One more hour passed before Viktor finally decided he was ready to face reality and slowly opened his eyes, feeling like he was having a bad hangover. Why didn't the alarm go off? Why was his head hurting so bad?
"Good morning, Vitya" He heard accompanied by a soft kiss on his forehead. Yuuri was there – his Yuuri. He searched for a familiar hand under the blankets and scooted closer into the touch, taking in the sweet smell. He felt ashamed of how he behaved the night before and he was surprised someone put up with his childish behaviour and his stupid ideas. He had no right to act like that, so many have told him before.
"Always acting spoiled, Vitya" his mother would say whenever he burst into tears. "You're overreacting, Viktor! I'm not your property, you can't buy people" Someone has told him once. "Things won't just go your way because you're the grand Viktor Nikiforov"
Of course they wouldn't, he knew that, he just wanted things with Yuuri to be fine, he didn't need anything else. He felt his eyes watering at the realisation and focused on breathing so they wouldn't spill.
"Yuri told Yakov we're not going today so you can rest all you want. I'll make you pancakes for breakfast." Those were Viktor's favourite thing in the morning so that only made him feel guiltier. "And we can stay in or maybe we can go to that place that just opened and you wanted to check out" Either way it sounded perfect and Viktor couldn't stop the tears this time so when one slid against Yuuri's neck the younger man jumped surprised and tried to pull away so he could watch his fiancé. "Viktor..."
"I'm sorry... I'm acting spoiled" He said strangled.
"You're not, it's okay to cry, there's no shame in letting your feelings show" Yuuri cooed, heartbroken by the image. "It just hurts to see you like this, I want to make you feel better so talk to me, baby"
Viktor shook his head. Unlike Yuuri who was an ugly crier, Viktor's face could still look pretty while tears were falling down his cheeks. He looked like a Renaissance painting, the image of a pained angel and Yuuri's fingertips itched to brush those tears away; so he did, carefully and pressed a soft kiss on his swollen lips, holding his head securely with both hands.
"We're okay" He whispered and Viktor's eyes widened so he knew he hit the right spot. "You make me so happy" He continued and the Russian gulped, mesmerized.
"Ya lyublyu tebya" Yuuri smiled at the barely audible words and pressed another kiss on those appealing lips with an urgency that almost kicked the air out of his lungs. His fingers continued to wipe away the tears that kept falling on alabaster skin and their lips moved gently, almost cautious.
Viktor has been strong all his life and it was hard for a soul as sensible as his to never be allowed to show this type of emotion but he knew his Yuuri wouldn't judge or push him away. Because he knew the way your lungs began to burn and the walls began closing in, he understood the helplessness. When they parted he stared into those beautiful dark irises and found there all the support in the world.
"Do you want to stay in bed a little longer?" He shook his head and Yuuri got up, put his house shoes on and offered him a hand. "Let's go and take a shower and then I can make breakfast for us, okay?" Of course he wouldn't let him alone, his lover was like that – tender and attentive.
"Okay" he whispered and followed the smaller man blindly, willing to do so for the rest of his life.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the reviews - they keep my angst-starved heart fuelled! They make my days! xx