Victuri week 2018, day 7
Created on: 10 October 2020

This is pretty last minute and I might make a dramatically funny part two for this cuz I have an evil plan in mind >:)

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"Vitya...." I groaned in pain. I was lying on my bed after taking a shower with my legs aching a lot. Practise was too effing tiring.

"Yes, Yuri?" he said while searching the closet for a fresh, new pair of clothes.

"I think we're out of after shave," I said, conering my eyes with my arm.

"Didn't we buy it last week?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"I think we did."

"Hm..."

I felt Victor's presence beside me, sitting on his side of the bed. "Why did you push yourself too much like that, Yuri?" he said. I remained quiet, not wanting to answer and I felt Victor kiss my cheek before leaving to the bathroom to take a shower.

I was insecure. Insecure by the fact that Yurio was getting better and better day by day. He beat me by a hair in the Grand Prix last year and I don't want to lose to him again. I want to win gold. Not silver. Not bronze. Gold. I started pushing myself since the past week and by the end of weekdays, my legs began to ache like crazy. I don't have any regrets though.

"Man, this sucks," I whispered to myself.

"Tell me about it." I glanced to my side and noticed Victor there beside me.

"Back so soon?" I asked.

"I wasn't that quick," he said, smiling at me.

"My legs hurt," I groaned, sadly.

"I know, I know. You said the whole week." I felt him snuggle in closer to me with arms around my waist and his head on my chest. "It'll be over soon. It's our day off tomorrow after all."

I caressed his soft yet damp hair gently with the scent of his shampoo putting me in some sort of ease. "Your hair smells nice," I whispered.

"Thanks," he said in a low voice. "Are your legs getting better?"

"Yeah, I poured hot water on 'em."

"What?"

"Don't you do that?"

"No, it's the first I'm hearing that."

"It works really well actually."

"I'll keep that in mind then."

I ran my fingers into his beautiful, platinum hair and then an evil idea came in mind. I moved my hand away from his hair and traced his hairline with a mischievous smile.

"Waahh!! So mean!" Victor whined, sadly. "I'm so hurt right now!" I laughed at his antics and Victor pouted angrily. "I still haven't recovered from the last time you did that and now you do it again?!"

"I can't help it," I said, smiling at him. "Consider it as a revenge for annoying me all the time." His chin was resting on my chest and he kept pouting. "Aww don't frown like that." I cupped his puffed cheeks with my hands. "I'll feel bad."

"You should now that you did that," he mumbled.

I chuckled. "Alright, alright," I said, "but I'm started to like tracing your hairline like that. It feels nice."

"No."

"And what if I don't listen to you?"

"I'll make you sleep on the couch!"

I gave him a 'seriously' look and he just gave me a small smile. There was actually been a time where we fought for something and then we didn't want not sleeping on the same bed that night. Victor told me to sleep on the couch first but it was always him who ended up sleeping on the couch. I always win when it comes to fights.

Victor slowly pulled my hands away from his face so that he continue resting his head on my chest and I continued to run my fingers into his hair but he whined angrily to not do that. I laughed at him and caressed his back, not knowing what else to do. This reminds me of the day Victor made me take a nap before the short programme for where I got kissed by him. How days go by so quickly....

"Where's Makka?" I asked.

"He's asleep in the living room," Victor said.

"Hm..." I hummed in response.

"Do they hurt a lot?" Victor asked, concerned.

"Yup but it's alright."

"Is there any way I can help?"

I smiled at him caressing his cheek. "You could be a good boy and do the laundry," I said.

"Can it wait? I wanna spend time with my loving fiance," he said, holding me tighter.

I kissed his hairline. "Okay," I said.

Victor looked up and looked at me with a soft smile. "You're still not gonna stop it, are you?" he asked.

"Never," I said, returning the smile.

Victor came closer to me, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me gently. He had his hand on the back of my head, his thumb tracing my earlobe gently making me feel these beautiful fireworks in my stomach.

He slowly pulled away from me just to catch his breathe and bring his lips to mine again. He began to deepen kiss, making it french, while his hands went into my hair, pulling me closer, and my fingers drew circles on his bare lower back.

We pulled away when we heard the door open and the next thing we knew, Makkachin jumped on top of Victor, licking him frantically on the face and squashing me completely under all their weight.

"Victor, you're heavy," I said, patting him back.

"Oh, sorry," he said, moving his position from me to his side of the bed.

As soon as he did, Makkachin jumped on top of me, licking my face just like he licked Victor's. I laughed at his actions and ruffled his face, happily before wiping the saliva off my face.

"Aren't you a sly boy to open the door like that?" I said to Makkachin, hugging him with a smile.

"Aww, Makka stole my spot," Victor said, sadly.

"You got your turn. Now it's Makka's," I said, earning a bark from Makkachin in agreement.

"Fair enough," he said.

Makkachin moved away from me and laid down on top of Victor, when he heard him say that. Victor's eyes were staring at the ceiling while caressing Makkachin's fur as he thought about something with a small smile. I didn't say anything about it. He looks really deep in his thoughts. I watched him as I tried to guess what he was thinking about. Damn, my legs still hurt. Victor let out a long sigh, mumbled something in Russian to himself, still smiling and then looked at me.

"Grand Prix is in two months, ain't it?" he said.

"Yup..." I said.

He smiled. "Can't wait."

"Me neither."

"Oh, Makkachin slept again."

I chuckled. "I think he tries to stay awake to wait for us and then falls asleep when we're around."

"He's so loveable," Victor said, caressing his furry back.

"Very," I said, slowly turning to my side.

"Sleep is sorta contagious, don't you think?" Victor asked, his eyes slightly lidded.

"What? You're getting sleepy?"

"Mmhm."

"Sleep then," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"What about dinner?"

"We can order something."

Victor let out a chuckle. "I just realized something." I gave him a questionable look. "Makkachin started sleeping like this ever since you moved in. Do you think he might be... jealous? I mean, you sleep like this too so..."

"Maybe?"

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A/N

I didn't know how to end the one shot so that's why I'll make a second part so that I can make it up for it. Stay tuned!✌