The Boyfriends Experiment (Victor x Yuri x Reader)

Chapter 17-The Nikiferov Clan Part 5

No One's POV
Y/N had just slowed to a stop, when Victor caught sight of his cousin standing on the edge of the rink. He gulped, before skating over to him.
"I thought I told you I don't want—"
"I know, but Yuri was practicing and they were curious. The boys asked me to show them some things. I would never—"
The boys interrupted him:
"Papa! Watch what I can do!"
"Look what Uncle Victor taught us!"
"Can we come back tomorrow?!"
"Yeah, pleeaase!"
"Pleeaassee!"
Victor couldn't help a smile. Dimitri looked from him to the boys a few times, before saying very flustered, "M-Maybe. It's time to go home."
"Awe!"
Everyone skated to the exit off the ice and started taking their skates off. Victor followed Dimitri, Rebecca, and the boys to the door, while Yuri was trying to help Y/N get her skates off, laughing and falling over each other. He didn't think much of it before...
"Hey, Victor...?" Dimitri stopped him outside the door when they got home, "Listen, I'm glad you're bonding with the boys. They seem to really like you...So I just think I should tell you...Yuri seems awfully close to your girl. Have you noticed that?"
"Oh...uh...Da, they're very close friends,"
"I've noticed that too," said Boris standing beside his cousins, "Cousin, you need to defend what's yours."
"I don't think that's necessary,"
"Victor, he had his hands all over her back at the rink! What you need to do is give him a piece of your mind!"
"Da! And if he doesn't listen, you deck him!"
"Deck him? Oh, I...uh..."
"You know how to throw a punch, don't you, Cousin?"
"Well..."
The three cousins dragged him back into the yard, before he could think,
"We'll teach you, Victor."

My POV:
As soon as we got back to the house, Mrs. Nikiferov enlisted Rebecca, Yuri, and I to help with dinner. I brought a pan to the sink when shouting and laughing caught my ear. I glanced out the kitchen window to see Victor swinging a punch at Boris' raised palms.
"Yuri, get a load of this," I said into the kitchen.
My boyfriend joined me at the window, "Are they...?"
"Teaching him to punch I think. At least they're bonding,"
"Punch me?!" Yuri echoed when Victor told him that night.
"Da, it was fun actually, and I got pretty good,"
"But that also means we aren't being careful enough," I frowned, from where I sat crosslegged on one of the beds.
Victor shrugged, "I'll have to tell them the truth tomorrow anyway."
"Are you sure? We're going home tomorrow. Maybe..."
I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Victor answered it, "Father?"
"Victor, your mother is sending me to the store tomorrow for some special lunch before everyone leaves. Do you...uh...do you wanna come with me?"
"Oh...uh...sure...sir,"
"Okay...good. I'm leaving pretty early—seven am. Don't be late."

No Ones POV:
    The next morning, Victor got in the passenger side of his dad's old rundown pickup truck. They small-talked all the way to the store and on the way back. That's when Mr. Nikiferov took a deep breath,
    "Victor...I'm sorry for how we ended things when you were a kid. I'm glad you're here."
    Victor was silent for a long moment, thinking of all he'd been put through. But Yuri and Y/N had been so hopeful.
    "Thank you. I'm glad to be home too. I hope we can stay in touch now? Me and Mama too,"
    "It seems like you've built a good life. You've got a nice apartment in the city the way I hear it. Your cousins like you, you have friends that seem to like the Victor they know, a great girlfriend—she's great, son. I'd like to stay in touch, know this Victor Nikiferov plenty of people seem to like,"
    Victor gulped, closing his eyes, "Father...there's something you should know..."
    "Hm? What is it?"
    "Yuri...um...isn't my friend,"
    "He's not?"
    "No...he's my boyfriend,"
    Victor nearly smacked his face on the dashboard as his father stomped on the brakes.
    "What?! What about Y/N?"
    Victor swallowed down his fear, pushing forward, though his voice came out higher than he would've liked, "She is my girlfriend, that's true. She's also Yuri's girlfriend, and he's my boyfriend as well."
    "So what? You've joined some harem?"
    "That's not what it's like, Father. We're in a real relationship, the three of us. You said you wanted to know—Father?"
    Mr Nikiferov was bent over the steering wheel, clutching his chest, gasping for breath, red in the face.
    "Father?!"