Rebecca somehow crammed the three of us and all our luggage in her red bug and gabbed to us the whole way out of the city. After almost an hour of driving we reached a little suburb and an unassuming house with a sizable yard. But Victor audibly gulped from the passenger seat.
"Remember, we got your back," Yuri said as I rubbed Victors shoulders reassuringly.
"Look who I've got!" Rebecca sang, as we were barely out of the car.
Three giant men barreled out of the front door laughing, "VICTOR!"
Victor screamed and tried to run, "No, no, no!"
But they tackled him, both Yuri and I yelping in surprise and jumping back. The four men were a heap of thrashing limbs, with Victors voice somewhere in the middle,
"Guys, stop it!...Please...not kids anymore!...Cut it out!"
Finally, they stood. Yuri and I hurriedly pulled Victor to his feet.
"These are my cousins—Mark, Dimitri, and Boris," he panted.
"Same old Victor," said Dimitri, punching Victor in the arm, "You haven't changed a bit!"
"Neither have you guys—except for doubling in size,"
"Still a pushover,"
"...a prancing, preening peacock,"
"...a little kitten,"
"Who'd you bring with you?"
"Oh, this is—"
"Boys, leave him alone," came a new voice, this one a woman's. She emerged from behind the cousins—middle-aged with brilliant blue eyes. She opened her arms, "My Victor! It's been so long!"
"Mama," Victor sighed, accepting the hug, "I missed you."
"I missed you too. You'll have to tell me everything about—"
They turned to go inside the house, but yet another giant man stood on the walk,
"So you really have decided to drag your sorry ass back home."
Victors smile vanished and was replaced by what I think was a look of hostility, "Hello, Father."
"Now don't you two start. He just got home, let him relax," Mrs Nikiforov said, sternly.
At the same time, Rebecca grabbed her fathers arm saying shrilly, "Yes, Vicky's home—isn't that so great, Daddy? And look he brought some friends!"
"Hm?"
"Yes," Victor looped one arm around me first, saying proudly, "This is Y/N, my girlfriend, and—"
"And I'm Yuri, Victors friend,"
You could've heard a pin drop as Victor, Rebecca, and I stared at Yuri—Victor with an especially withering gaze.
"Friend?" Mr Nikiforov was echoing.
"Yes, we work together actually,"
"Work together? Don't tell me you're a figure skater too?"
"As a matter of fact I am,"
"How do your parents feel about that?"
"They're very proud of me, sir,"
"Huh, no kidding," he turned to me now, "And you're okay with it? Your boyfriend being all effeminate."
I squeezed Victors arm, "Actually that's how we met. The moment I saw Victor skate, I fell in love with him. He looked so handsome and strong."
The man shook his head, "What is the world coming too? Maybe it's contagious... Well, Victor, weird as she may be, at least you got a girlfriend—most normal thing about you. Come on in."
He led the way into the house. Victor, Rebecca, and Mrs Nikiforov who had been trying to usher us in and silence the conversation for a while, gladly followed.
The house was already filled with people. "Victor, who are all these people?" Yuri asked, as him and I squished to fit between bodies.
"They are all aunts, uncles, and cousins,"
"This is a lot of family," I said.
"I suppose I do have a big family. I'll introduce you to—Who's this?"
Three kids around ten years old ran up to him.
"You remember my boys," Dimitri said.
"Sure, but they were really little...and you only had two,"
"I suppose it had been a while...Boys, this is your Uncle Victor,"
"Hi Uncle Victor,"
"Hello,"
"Grandpapa says you're a pussy,"
"Axel, we don't talk like that," Rebecca snapped.
"Sorry, Aunt Beck,"
Mrs Nikiforov led us to a small bedroom with two twin beds, "All the other rooms are taken, Yuri. Sorry you'll have to share with the lovebirds."
"That's okay, ma'am. This'll be great,"
"Good. I'll let you three get settled and go back to making lunch,"
The moment the door closed behind her, Victor and I whirled on Yuri. "What the hell were you thinking, Yuri?!" Victor snapped.
He avoided our eyes, "I wasn't honestly. It just slipped out—seeing you and your family together, the way you and your dad interacted."
Victor held one hand over his eyes, "Now I'll have to set things straight and it'll just be worse."
"You don't have to,"
"It'll come out eventually," I said, "You two are the most PDA addicted people I've met. And you really think Victor can pretend to be straight?"
"Hey, now, I can pass as straight," Victor insisted, distracted from the main issue.
"Fine then, give me your nail file," I demanded, holding out a hand.
He gasped like I had suggested murder, "You're joking! Straight men use nail files, don't they?"
I snorted, "Not like you do."
Yuri was staring at the floor, "Victor, I'm sorry, but I...kept thinking of my parents. They've always supported my skating and were proud of me no matter what. They accepted me and loved me when I came out to them. They love you and they're so excited to met Y/N. I...I want you to experience that too."
"Yuri, this isn't about what you—" I started, but Victor interrupted.
"Fine. I get it, Yuri, I do. We'll play friends for this weekend, but then I'm telling them the truth and you'll see the explosion," he brushed his bangs out of his hair, wrenched the door open and strode out, cursing under his breath in Russian.
Yuri moaned, "I really fucked up, huh?"
"You did," I rubbed his shoulder, "But I get what you're saying. It'll be good for Victor to bond with his family, but I don't know what it'll do to him when that explosion comes. It might just make things worse than before."
Yuri moaned again, flopping back on one of the twin beds.
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The Boyfriends Experiment (Victor x Yuri x Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N wasn't a huge fan of skating, until a steamy chance encounter with Victor Nikiferov throws her into his world. It isn't long before she crosses paths with Victor's ex, Yuri Katsuki and finds herself right in the middle of the twos star-cross...
