Everything went quiet when the cameras began to shutter and he was not sure where to look, still wondering if this was a dream or not. He couldn't believe all of those people were cheering for him; even after all the years spent as an acknowledged skater he could never get used to this part of the job. He saw a few people crying and he gulped, unsure of how he should react. The thing that brought him back to reality and assured him he wasn't asleep was the pull on his medal. He looked at the man who was on his right and met familiar blue eyes that were gleaming happily and ever-so dear lips kissed the gold long fingers were holding. His eyes widened at the sight and the reporters went crazy but not near as crazy as when Viktor pulled him into a passionate kiss, still holding on the gold medal.

"I'm so proud of you, zoloste" He murmured into his ear and hugged him tightly for a moment before letting go so they could pose again, big grins on their faces.

"Could you guys be more disgusting?" Yuri shouted from the third step, tugging annoyed at the bronze medal he won. He was not used to losing but he wasn't near as upset as he would have been if someone else would have been on the first and second place.

Yuuri looked ahead at the sea of people and finally his eyes began to tear. Never would he have believed he was going to win the GPF, nevermind defeat the grand Viktor Nikiforov. He cried a lot ever since the score appeared on the screen but being on the podium was a whole new sensation and he wasn't sure how to accept all this happiness. He couldn't grasp the idea of being Japan's national hero and the worldwide champion. Viktor was holding his hand tightly all this time, not caring about the flashing lights or the difference of height – he was beyond happy for his lover.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, even as they stepped on the floor and were greeted by another round of applause. They remained glued as they were answering all the questions and he was sure there were gonna be countless pictures of them in romantic poses all over the internet and the news.

"Mr. Nikiforov? Have you ever imagined this would be the way you would retire?" Viktor grinned at that question and looked into Yuuri's eyes as he answered.

"We all know silver doesn't fit me as well as gold. I might just have to compete another year to take my gold back" He winked and the reporters continued with countless questions but he ignored them, wanting to get out already. He stopped whenever Yuuri wanted to answer and he behaved well, even if all he wanted was to get back to the hotel and rest a little. Actually he was torn between snuggling and taking Yuuri apart but he decided to pick one alternative during their ride home.

They changed from their costumes and then called for a cab that didn't wait to appear. Away from the public eye, after Viktor murmured the name of their hotel he crushed his lips on the other's, pulling him impossibly close and ignoring the sigh the driver let out, turning to watch the road. Their tongues tangled, Yuuri's a little shy at first and after a minute or two they parted, their fingers finding each other.

Yuuri bit his lower lip. He wanted to say something but he didn't know what, he was overwhelmed; when Viktor smiled at him his worry evaporated and he leaned closer, enjoying the little gesture. They stood silent all the way to their room, answering only to praises with hollow thanks and smiles, knowing this thing will go on and on for a few days, if not weeks.

The door opened and the first thing they did was to search for the bed, falling on it with a big thud. They were dizzy with victory and tired so when their eyes met they burst into laughter, realizing they were thinking the same thing.

"I was honesty planning on making love to you again and again but I'm not sure I can move right now" Viktor whispered, as if it was a secret and Yuuri scooted closer to peck his lips longly.

"Let's cuddle" Was the decision and soon they were snuggled against each other, falling into a deep sleep that was disturbed more than an hour later when Yuuri's phone began to ring. It was the Katsuki family who wanted to congratulate both of them so they accepted all their praises and then rested some more before beginning to dress up for the banquet.

"Can you believe we met two years ago at the banquet?" The Russian asked dreamily and enjoyed the shade of pink his lover turned into, still embarrassed by the way they met back then. He saw too many pictures to lie to himself he's been innocent but that pole-dance made Viktor fall for him first, even if it took him a while to come and find him.

They dressed in formal suits, both of them black and after checking themselves in the mirror, joined their hands on their way out. The banquet was usually very boring but they expected this one to be fun because they were in high spirits. Yuuri wanted to spend some time with their friends and maybe even dance with Viktor, if the man was up to this request. Before they entered the building the Japanese caught his fiancé staring at him insistently a few times and asked what was wrong but there was no answer. Suddenly, he was acting weird.

He's probably not used to being on the second place. He kept the comment for himself because he didn't want to sound mean – it was simply a statement. He was shocked himself about what happened; Viktor's fingers gripped his tighter as the doors opened and Yuuri was almost knocked over by Phichit who jumped to hug him and congratulate him again. Everyone came to them and they small talked for a bit; he saw Chris had an amused expression on his face and wondered what was going on but decided it was his imagination. The space was decorated with white roses and violets – his favorite flowers and for a moment he wondered if the organizers researched his taste but realized how silly that sounded. He wasn't important enough for that type of thing.

"This place looks amazing" Phichit commented as he pulled him for a selife. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, it looks better than any banquet I've been to before"

"I wonder if they have poles here" The Thai bumped his elbow in his side, making the other chuckle, despite the fact that he was trying to keep a straight face.

"Shut up! On whose side are you?"

"On yours, of course! You should have seen yourself – HOT! Wait, I still have some videos on…"

"No!" Yuuri gasped alarmed and a few people turned to watch them curious. He was always loud with his insistent best friend. They were still chatting when the room went completely dark and he looked around to see if anyone knew what was happening.

"W-what's going on?" he whispered but there was no answer so he grabbed what he thought it was Phichit's shoulder. He wanted to repeat the question when on the white wall appeared a picture projected and his eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw it was a picture of him and Viktor, taken in one of the first days of Viktor in Hasetsu. They were sitting pretty far from one another, not touching at all while the Ice-Castle was behind them, tall and proud, very different from Yuuri's shy and blushing face. He remembered how nervous he was, having his first picture with his idol; he needed a real prep talk to keep his stare on the camera and not on the ground while Viktor was smiling widely, holding onto Makkachin's long leash. It was almost unbelievable how much their relationship changed since.

He gasped surprise – was this some kind of joke? Out of nowhere another wall lighted showing a picture of Yuuri with Makkachin on the beach in Hasetsu, the two of them playing on the sand. He wondered how was it possible for these images to be projected at the same time without colliding but then he realized the walls were actually big screens and the other two followed. A picture of Viktor, Yuuri and Yuri before the Ice Castle competition, taking a break from the training and smiling at the camera – well, beside Yurio who was scowling and showing his teeth annoyed; the other a picture of Viktor with the Katsuki family before dinner, his heart-shaped smile on his face.

"What is going on?" He asked no one in particular, wondering how did he not observe the screens before.

Viktor ripped out of the crowd and stepped in front of one of the walls, a nervous smile playing on his gorgeous face. That peeked Yuuri's interest even more.

"I-" There was a break and he took a big breath. "I think I've never been this nervous before" He grinned. "Which might seem like a surprise to those who followed my skating career" The Japanese looked over at his Thai friend who answered with a smile and he stepped closer to where Viktor was standing, his heart running wild inside his chest. "I should have arrived here as a skater – at least that's what my badge says. But instead of that, I am standing here as a man." His voice grew smaller. "A man who is in love"

Yuuri's face got red. He was sure he was gonna faint when the pictures changed and behind Viktor appeared a picture of him sleeping with Makkachin in their bed in Sankt Petersburg, his gold ring shining because of the powerful light that fell through the windows. His hair was all over the pillow and his cheeks were swollen but that didn't mean Viktor stopped for a second from thinking he was beautiful.

"Viktor?" he whispered, knowing his call wouldn't reach the older man.

"I wrote a text but decided to talk freely in the last moment, mostly because I was afraid I would stutter." The screen was showing now a picture of them, holding hands on ice at their home rink, Mila was making the victory sign in the background and Yuri was rolling his eyes but their eyes were shining as they were staring at each other, Yuuri mid-laughing. "Two years ago I was surprised; I don't mean to sound vain or anything but it takes a lot to surprise me. At the banquet I saw probably the shyest person I've ever met blooming into a stripper" He chuckled, while the rest of the skaters laughed freely and Yuuri smiled, even if he was embarrassed. He would have considered throwing a shoe at the man to shoo him but he was too curious about where all this was leading to. "I had a crush – something I was not familiar with. I remember looking at him and thinking he was the only, most alluring man I've ever met."

Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be, Viktor couldn't have possibly had a crush on a drunk mess like he was back then.

"But until the next day he forgot everything about what happened and when he ignored me, I have to admit, I was a little lost"

The pictures changed – one of them in the onsen, chests bare. At this one, Chris whistled sinfully and Phichit winked at Yuuri who was still mortified. There were a few selfies too, one Viktor took in the morning, both of them flushed as a result of their previous love-making, Yuuri's face buried in the crook of Viktor's neck while the other was smiling cheerful; another one of Viktor in the kitchen with Yuuri in the background, looking concentrated as he was chopping some vegetables, his shirt stained with sauce. The next one was a group photo of everyone in the Russian team and Yakov – they were in the middle, the silver-haired man clinging on the other, his head rested on his shoulder.

"And for a few days all I did was to sigh and call Chris to whine about how much I wanted to see that man again"

"C'est vrai!" The Swiss agreed. "He would babble all day long about it, I couldn't rest a second" His tone was dramatic and teasingly and it snatched a few chuckles.

"And then I saw a video posted online and decided I would leave skating and everyone behind to pursue this talented man who happened to live in Japan" He smiled at that and Yuuri gulped. His mouth was dry because of the nervousness.

Pictures from Barcelona began to show on the screens, the two of them taking a selfie the night when they bought the rings, their hands joined together, pictures from kiss and cry. In each of them they were smiling brightly, obviously happy because they were together.

"I was a bit cruel at the beginning because I thought he was teasing me with his shyness." He grinned, bringing a finger to his chin. "But the truth was that our dear Yuuri Katsuki couldn't hold his alcohol." Collective murmurs were agreeing. "Each day he surprised me with something new, he was – well, still is like a breath of fresh air, there is no such thing as routine when it comes to living with him and I am sure there are some people here who can agree on that. As the time passed I realized he is so much more than he lets to see." Viktor's breath turned into half a sob.

The picture behind him was of them curled on the sofa with Makkachin at their feet. They were sleeping contently, arms wrapped around each other tightly, no worry on their faces.

"The skater Yuuri Katsuki is talented and ambitious and expressing emotions is his forte but the real Yuuri is beyond this – he's kind and patient." He gulped. "He's filled with love he gives to everyone around him, he tries to cheer everyone up and put a smile on their faces. He'd be there for you, no matter who you are and he would do his best to comfort you even if he thinks he's not that good with words." The silver haired man smiled for a moment before he continued. "And that's not even close to –" He lost his words, it was a rare sight. "I could spend days listing you the things that make Yuuri the loveliest man I've met"

Yuuri's face was burning now, he didn't know how to react but for some unnamed reason his eyes were teary as his lover said all that.

"But the truth is I am still learning; every day I keep finding out new things about my Yuuri. And each one is amazing. Der'mo, I want to keep learning them all my life!"

And then it hit him – the worried stares, the flowers, it was not a coincidence. Viktor was…

"Flying to Japan was the best decision I've ever made" He turned towards Yuuri and almost whispered. "Loving you is the one thing I'm most proud of, you reminded me who I really am and made me so happy. I never belonged, I never had a home but you changed all that and I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I love you, Yuuri – will you marry me?"

The room went quiet and he didn't realize when his feet began to move on their own accord. He was close to where his fiancé was standing so it didn't take him a minute to reach him and hug him tightly. Tears were running down his cheeks now and it made the Russian's eyes water too.

"Of course I will" He said loud enough for the crowd to begin to clap and cheer on them. The lights turned on and golden confetti began to pour from the ceiling, all around them but the Japanese didn't want to part, instead he held tighter. "Of course I will" He repeated. "I love you, Vitya, I always will" When they finally pulled apart blue eyes were flooded and tears were running down his face, some of them of relief but most of them of happiness. "Thank you"

Their lips met gently and the kiss was sweet, even if it was not long enough. Soon they were assaulted by people who wanted to congratulate them, from Phichit who hugged them both and who announced he documented every moment – not that it was surprising, really, to Yakov who approached them with a scary look on his face. Viktor grinned, wondering if he was going to be scolded but instead of that he was pulled in a sudden hug that made him gasp surprised. He hugged Yakov countless times over the years but it was rare for the old man to initiate the contact.

"You've grown into a fine man, Vitya" He said and let him go, showing a small smile. "I couldn't be more proud of you, kid" Suddenly the pale-haired man felt like he was a small child again, clinging on Yakov and doing all type of things to make him pay attention to him. He pulled the coach in another hug and thanked him before he could turn to Yuuri. "You take good care of him! He's spoiled rotten but he has a heart of gold"

"Tha- " he didn't have the chance to finish cause he was pulled in a hug himself and it took him a few moment to process what was going on. Yakov was hugging him! Yakov! He was all a smile when they parted, happy he had the man's approval.

Soon a cake arrived and Yuuri wondered how did Viktor managed to plan all this behind his back. The cake was his favorite – white chocolate and it had mini figurines of them on it, even one of Makkachin which was as cute as it sounded.

The banquet turned into an event for them but Yuuri was not feeling that uncomfortable because Viktor was by his side, never letting go of his hand. They were dancing a slow waltz when Yuuri asked.

"Did you purposefully lose? So you could –" The Russian's laughter was melodic.

"Don't be silly, Yuuri"

"You couldn't have planned all this today" Viktor kissed the tip of his nose shortly.

"No, it took a few weeks, actually"

"But you couldn't have known I will win gold"

"I didn't care about that" He continued, kissing the smaller man's lips shortly. "I would have proposed either way, I couldn't have waited another week, nevermind a whole year" Yuuri grabbed his head with both hands, stopping their dance and pulled him in for another chaste kiss.

"Where you really that nervous? You thought I could have said no?" Viktor hesitated. "Really? Who's the silly one now?" The Russian pouted, earning another kiss that turned the pout into a big smile. They were filled with happiness.

"We have so much to plan! When do you want to get marry and where?"

"Neither Japan nor Russia accepts LGBT marriages so I am not sure." Yuuri said thoughtful but was distracted when they began moving again in rhythm with the music.

"Don't worry your pretty head about that, we'll make it work somehow. Do you want a big wedding?" Yuuri chuckled because the extra Viktor was already making an appearance. He would have sighed thinking about how different their preferences were – he knew he was going to spend the next few months trying to turn down offers of white ponies, doves, magicians, bands and glittery stuff for their wedding, but he was too happy now and he secretly loved this side of his fiancé, even if he wouldn't have admitted so.

They were still dancing and joking when Chris came and tapped on Viktor's shoulder.

"It's almost midnight" He whispered and at an instant the Russian grabbed Yuuri's hand and pulled him towards the balcony, the lattest surprised that the others were following them. At midnight a lost clock could be heard but it didn't have the chance to make more than one "bang" because the sky was lit by fireworks of different colors, making everyone cheer and laugh. They were tens and the now-gold medalist watched them mesmerized for a few minutes before he turned to his soon-to-be husband.

"You made all this?"

"For you" Was the reply and another long kiss followed; Yuuri could have sworn he heard Mila coo somewhere in the background and complain that they shouldn't be this sweet all the time.

The night continued past midnight, in fact they got to the hotel around 4 AM, sharing a cab with Chris and Dorian. They were horny so they didn't wait to get inside the room to undress and they even forgot some clothes on the hall because they were a little drunk and also too happy to take care of these things. Viktor laid on the soft carpet, pulling Yuuri on top of him and making him giggle, mid-kiss.

"Right here?"

"Yes" Viktor said hoarsely, earning another chuckle.

"Needy, huh?"

"For my Yuuri, yes"

"Your Yuuri" The younger man agreed, sealing his lips with his lover's.

Yuuri was woken up by loud bangs on the door. He would have been startled by the violent alarm but as soon as he opened his eyes he realized his head was almost exploding so he ran his fingers through his hair, looking to see Viktor was sleeping beside him. He grabbed his shoulder but the man turned around so he wouldn't be disturbed so he searched for his glasses, hissing in pain and then opened the door. And there stood Chris with a bottle of champagne, wearing only his robe that was made of silk.

"Good morning, sexy! Can I come in?" Yuuri looked behind him to see Viktor was still sleeping but stepped aside.

"Of course" The man offered him the bottle.

"For you – do you want to open it now?"

"No… uhm, I can make coffee if you like"

"Perfect" The Swiss purred and saw the sleeping body of his best friend. "Vitya drank a little too much" He chuckled and then turned as if he was looking for something. "I will wait you on the balcony"

"Oh-okay" Yuuri stuttered and then made sure he was wearing pants; thankfully he was. He made the coffee as silent as possible and took a big breath. He looked for Advil and found some in the bathroom – the suites really had everything in them and the finalists always had been VIPs. After he left a couple of them on the coffee table so Viktor would take them when he woke up, he took the couple of cups and brought them outside, where Chris was stretching, his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses.

"Isn't it nice here?" Yuuri had to nod. "I've never visited Baku before"

"Me neither"

"Vikor might have, he traveled a lot" The Japanese nodded, not sure how he should answer. "It is normal for someone as talented as him" The blonde sipped from his coffee looking straight at the man in front of him who was dressed in a pair of shorts and his best friend's shirt. He was a cute and confused mess. "You're cute, bien-aime"

"Thank y-" He was cut off.

"And you make Viktor really happy." The brunet smiled, forcing his glasses up his nose, a thing he often did when nervous. "I know him very well, you see –" Yuuri didn't know why but hearing that made him feel anxious. The way Chris was talking was like if he was implying there has been something more than a friendship between them and he didn't like the idea at all. "He's a sensitive man"

"Who's a sensitive man?" The hoarse voice didn't belong to any of them and the younger man wondered how come neither of them heard the door being opened? Maybe it was because of the tension. He knew Chris meant well and after all he's heard about Viktor's exes he wasn't surprised he wanted to watch his back but he didn't want to hurt his lover at all. Not even by mistake.

"That's our secret, isn't it, chèri?" Chris winked and Yuuri nodded, forcing a smile.

"Chèri already? And when I thought I was your only one" Viktor whined teasingly before sitting on the armrest of Yuuri's chair. "Good morning, zoloste!" He said cheerfully, leaning to kiss his lover's forehead. "Thank you for the pills"

"You're welcome" He answered and smiled up at the cheerful face.

"My only one is sleeping right now" Chris added and then sipped from his coffee. "I've worn him out last night" Viktor grinned.

"I know how enthusiastic you can be"

"Hmmm"

The exchange seemed to be teasingly but they made Yuuri uncomfortable either way. They were so familiar around each other, he felt like he was from another story and he hated every second of it.

"Do you want coffee?"

"Made by my dear husband? Of course?" Viktor's mouth was heart-shaped as he spoke.

"I'm not your husband yet"

"Yet" He pouted.

They were both flirts, he knew there was nothing to worry about, he trusted Viktor one hundred percent and Chris was committed into a relationship, as crazy as that seemed for some people. He came back with the coffee he promised and sat down on his fiancé's lap, knowing any loving gestured was welcomed.

"Chris invited us in Switzerland" The silver-haired man said and the Japanese gasped.

"To celebrate your engagement? Please?" The other continued. "It's off season too and I'll show you around, we'll have drinks" The two of them looked at him with the puppy eyes children showed to their mothers so they would allow them to go to pajama parties.

"We don't have any plans either way" He agreed after a while and was smashed in a double hug.

They decided Makkachin was not going to come with them and as soon as they finished packing and reserved flight tickets they headed towards the airport. They had to be there earlier to make sure it was alright so they were alone in the cab that took them there, hands joined. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't get this question off his brain.

"Viktor, have you and Chris ever been together?" The Russian turned his eyes from the window and stared at him, surprised by the words.

"No. Well…" he sighed. "We might have gotten a little too friendly a few times in the past but that's all. We were lonely and we trusted each other but there were no feelings involved" Yuuri gulped, realizing it was a bad idea to ask – he didn't want to hear this. "Solnyshko" he murmured, seeing the worried expression on the Japanese's beautiful features."I love you"

"I love you too" He murmured and cracked a smile. When his eyes met ocean blues he realized he had nothing to worry about – Viktor really loved him and he proved that every minute of every day. Questioning his affection was almost sinful. Big arms wrapped around him and he sighed contently, trying to silence his already running mind and focus on what was going on. They just decided to get marry, he witnessed the cheesiest and most romantic proposal ever, he wasn't going to let his low self esteem and lack of confidence ruin these happy days.

The flight to Switzerland was… too long but they rested most of it, making it up for the past days. The apartment Chris and Dorian lived in was surprisingly modest but it was a lot warmer than Viktor's when he first saw it. They were living in Geneva and as private as the place was, it was rather small and they were greeted by a cat-sitter who was dismissed by the owners as Chris grabbed the fluffy animal with both hands and raised it so he could kiss it's nose.

"Ange! Have you missed daddy?" Yuuri almost rolled his eyes – why were the both of them addressing themselves as "daddy" in front of their pets? Dorian just grinned at that and petted the cat's head himself, as a greeting, before turning to the guests.

"Let me help you to your room" Viktor accepted, even if he knew the way and soon they took their showers and decided their future plans together. They all involved drinking of course so they first visited a few emblematic places like Lausanne and Chateau de Chillion and then dined in a nice pub that was Chris's favorite. It was a rather indie place, surprising but not as surprising as the fact that the Swiss was wearing eyeglasses on a daily basis and was not always in spandex. He looked really bohemian and it was almost fascinating to watch such a transformation. Sure, he was still making teasingly jokes that had sexual undertones and did his best to embarrass everyone but he made it obvious he was more than that.

Dorian was the opposite of Chris – he was subtle and seemed patient. He was not as easily embarrassed as Yuuri was, otherwise he wouldn't have survived in that relationship, and was often amused by his partner's lewd comments. It was clear they were in love, their fondness was written in their eyes whenever they looked at each other. They were at their first cocktails when Yuuri decided to ask.

"So how did the two of you meet?" Chris cleared his throat but it was Dorian who answered.

"I am actually his manager" He smiled kindly, not adding anything else before the bicolor-haired man intervened.

"So, before mon amour, here" He smiled sweetly and grabbed the man's hand. "I had an older manager – he was a good man but we didn't really match" His accent was heavy. "I was not really the blending-in-the-background-type and all he wanted me to do was smile and wave, rarely open my mouth so I wouldn't screw… things up"

"He had his reasons" Viktor muttered and Chris showed him his teeth, amused.

"He went behind the poor man's back and made a nude photoshoot for an adult magazine" Dorian ended and Viktor grabbed Yuuri's shoulder, making him focus his attention on him.

"When he saw the pictures, he had a heart attack and died" He said solemnly and the Japanese gasped, surprised. He almost formulated his words of sorrow when Chris's hand smacked the Russian's thigh and they burst into laughter.

"Enfoirè!"

"He was this close" Viktor turned to Yuuri, showing the "closeness" between his thumb and index. Yuuri chuckled himself at their silliness but pouted, faking anger so his fiancé would come and kiss him – which he did, not waiting one more second.

"He quit so I requested a younger one" He winked at the younger skater and then turned to wrap and arm around Dorian's shoulders and leaning to kiss his cheek. "And got this hunk" The man in cause chuckled before grabbing his boyfriend's chin and crushing their lips together in such an intimate way that it forced Yuuri to look away. He saw Viktor was sipping on his Cosmo so he took a sip too, not sure how to act.

"I heard he was a handful but accepted anyway." The man smiled, returning to the story and Chris ran a hand through his long hair. "I also heard he was a flirt but he overcame my expectations" At that they all chuckled. "I followed affair after affair, doing my best to remain sane"

"Maybe because you weren't taking me seriously" The Swiss pouted.

"I had my reasons. He kept insisting, though, so one day I exploded and told him I was not his plaything and he couldn't harass me like that"

"And then they had sex and ever since they're in a relationship" Viktor finished and everyone chuckled.

"Pretty much, yes" The GPF finalist agreed, a grin on his tanned face, green eyes shimmering.

"Wow" That happened years ago and now they were living together and were having a strong relationship still. Even if he seemed to be the opposite, Chris was rather private when it came to his love life, probably meaning to protect it. When they got fairly dizzy they decided they could continue this home where they had a bar and could make cocktails.

Yuuri was actually surprise to find out Viktor knew to prepare a lot of alcoholic drinks – he never expected someone who almost burnt the building down while trying to fry an egg to have such skills. They switched to mojitos and by midnight Chris was drunk: Yuuri-poll-dancing-drunk. They slurred on karaoke and Viktor decided to have a duet with his best friend while their lovers watched, amused and horrified at the same time.

It wasn't until Chris began to be touchy that made Yuuri's anxiety grow.

"Mon tresor is getting married!" He whined and pulled Viktor closer, making the older man burst into laughter. "Baby bee is leaving me behind!" Baby bee was Chris's favorite name for the Russian and he used it frequently when they were together.

"That's because my Yuuri has charmed me" He pouted teasingly.

"He always gets clingy when drunk" Dorian said to Yuuri who was watching the scene with a stuck smile on. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help the crippling thoughts that made him wanna shout and go and grab Viktor and pull him away. They were too close, too familiar and when Chris kissed the other's cheek his anxiety hit the roof and he felt his pulse running wild – they looked like they were coming home.

"No" he wanted to say but the word stopped in his throat.

"You should let your hair grow, baby bee. You looked so sexy with it" His finger ran through silver locks and just then Yuuri got up, almost tripping because of the alcohol in his system. He wanted to go and take Viktor away but instead he felt the walls closing in so he turned on his heels and ran for the bathroom, feeling sick. He wasn't going to make a scene in front of everyone and ruin their night, he was going to calm down by himself and then go back with a bright smile, or at least that was what planned. Unfortunately as soon as he closed the door behind him his vision blurred because of the tears and he sat on the edge of the bathtub, trying to stop his hyperventilation. He was breathing so fast he felt like no air was getting inside his lungs and he was on the verge of fainting.

Back in the livingroom the karaoke stopped just when they heard the movement and they turned around to see Yuuri's back as he left.

"You've upset Yuuri" Dorian scolded Chris gently and the man sighed when Viktor got out of his hold and hurried towards the direction where the Japanese was going, not saying a word. The door closed before he reached it and he hesitated before knocking on it – he knew he shouldn't let Yuuri alone at times like this. For better or for worse.

"Yuuri?" He whispered when he got no answer and opened the door slowly. "Solnyshko" he tried again, staring at the hard-breathing man who never looked up for a second. Viktor hurried and kneeled in front of him, cupping his head with both hands. "Look at me, love" He said calmly but didn't obtain what he wished for so he stretched so his lips would brush gently against his lover's. Before they parted Yuuri's fingers grabbed his shirt, holding him close so they remained like that, noses touching as Viktor's blues were searching for any type of distress on the beautiful features.

"It's okay." The Japanese's voice was hoarse and he gulped.

"Yes, it is" The older man managed to smile a bit, still focused on the slowly going back to normal breathing.

"I'm sorry" He said and the other shook his head.

"No, I understand." That was the beauty if them – they met halfway, every time. It was normal for Yuuri to get a bit jealous, he would have been too but Chris was like that and he couldn't change the Swiss either. They remained close for a while longer until there was a knock on the door and Viktor pecked his lips again. "Do you think you can go back?" The nod was shy, this time because of the fact that he's been making a fuss.

They got up and Viktor opened the door and outside stood a very guilty-looking Chris, an uncharacteristically frown settled on his features as he looked at the couple.

"I am sorry, Yuuri" He said, his accent falling heavy on each word. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"No, Chris, I exaggerated, you don't have to apologize, I do" He smiled and the frown disappeared, leaving a gentle smile behind.

"I am so happy to finally see Viktor with someone who deserves him" Was all he managed before turning on his heels and heading towards Dorian who was watching the scene from afar. Yuuri's face turned pink at the comment and he hid his face in the taller man's shoulder, realizing for the first time his glasses were missing. A soft kiss was pressed against his forehead and he looked up, meeting happy eyes.

"He means well"

"I know that" He still had to get used to the idea of what happened between them but he didn't want to hurt Viktor in the process, it was not his fault. They reached the living room once again and the music from "My way" by Frank began. Chris threw a mike at the Japanese and grinned.

"It's a duet, sing it with me"

He was not a stage man but he decided to try it, as an apology and everyone widened their eyes when he began singing because he had a lovely lovely voice.

"Shit! He's good!" Chris gasped and looked shocked at the men sitting on the couch and sipping their drinks. "Hot, loving, talented; You hit the jackpot, baby bee!"

Viktor reached for his fiancé and pulled him in his lap, the song still going. His lips smashed against his in a rather passionate way and their tongues met – something that rarely happened in public. It took a second or two for the brunet to push the other away gently, feeling dizzy by the sudden affection.

"I knew that already!" Viktor answered jolly and Dorian grinned at the way Yuuri's face turned into a tomato.

"I miss Makkachin" Yuuri's voice was a whisper in the dark room and as soon as it hit Viktor's ears it earned a big smile.

"Me too" He mumbled. "She'll be so happy to know you said yes"

"She knew?" The Japanese asked amused.

"Of course, she was the first one I told my plans to. She even helped me with choosing the pictures" Yuuri chuckled at that and kissed the man's cheek sweetly.

"I always wanted to ask – how did you get Makka?"

Viktor's grip tightened on Yuuri and his face buried in the crook of his neck, nuzzling at the skin.

"When I was younger I barely had friends beside Christophe, I think Georgi came to our rink a year after I received her. I was lonely, all I did was skate and even if I was very good at it I was feeling miserably outside the ice so Yakov gave her to me."

"Yakov?" Yuuri gasped surprised. The coach was a lot nicer than he looked like, he knew that already.

"Yes, on my 17th birthday" The tone was dreamy. "I was so happy!"

"I bet you were" The Japanese kissed his temple.

"She was such a small puppy! She was a ball of fur and she kept running around so fast that Yakov was going mad" They both chuckled fondly. "She's family"

"Hmmm" Yuuri agreed.

"She'll be ecstatic to hear you'll be ours forever" The brunet's heart skipped a beat. As many compliments and sweet words Viktor used to tell him every day, he was still bashful when he heard them. "Chris was right, you know? I really hit jackpot"

"I'm the one who had posters of you all over my room so I don't know which one of us is luckier"

"Still me" Viktor said, dragging the "e" jolly.

"Such a sap"

"But you love me"

"Very much" Yuuri said and gulped, nervously.

"I love you too" The silver-haired man squeezes the other in his embrace, as if he was confirming the words just spoken. "I can't wait to marry you"

A/N: I enthusiastically wrote this chapter so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you again for the reading and for the lovely-adorable-amazing reviews! They really are one of my favorite things in the world! xx