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trans!Yuuri? is having some cramps

*Third

Yuuri groaned dramatically, twisting and turning on his back in bed and shoving a pillow on his face. It was Thursday, which meant an extra long practice day. Viktor schedules them regularly to go over normal practice hours and they never, ever leave Yuuri feeling anything but sore and exhausted.

He was not having it.

Even worse about it, Viktor refused to stay the night with Yuuri on Wednesdays solely for the purpose of wanting Yuuri to get a fresh start on Thursday morning from dust till dawn of relentless falling, landing, scolding, and teasing. You'd think that after a year of competition with Viktor, Yuuri would be used to these training regimens; you're completely wrong. Yuuri would do anything, anything, to get Viktor to break his schedule. Yuuri even tried seducing him with collars, handcuffs, "Sir", and ropes, something he knew Viktor had a thing for deep down. He almost had him, but at the last moment Viktor kissed his forehead happily, smiled that evil fucking smile and said, "See you bright and early tomorrow, Yuuri!"

Today, though, was just not the right day for him. Yuuri was tired, sore, anxious and cold, and the thought of having to get up and get dressed, even if it was for Viktor, seemed like the most dreadful event he could think of. He wanted to cry and yell and not be awake all at the same time, but instead settled for wrapping his body into a small curled up ball in the corner of his bed, clutching on to his pillow and staring at his hands.

Better the less, he was on his period, and there was nothing worse then having to do anything about on your period. He felt sick and gross, smelly and clammy, but didn't find it in him to move. He also wanted to rip his fucking uterus out of him, it made him feel so unmanly and dysphoric. It reminded him of what he couldn't change, and who he really was behind his costume.

Viktor had been at the rink twenty-three minutes early, ready to get started. He was an early riser- everything about the simple walk to the ice rink past the sunrise had already pinned a smile against his face, and the thought of just seeing Yuuri made his skin glow. He loved Thursdays, and everything that came with them.

Only, he was confused as he looked at the time on his phone to see that Yuuri was already ten minutes late. Viktor hastily takes off his skates and wonders through the small building, looking for the flower. Something seems off to him. He looks down at his phone again to see a new incoming message; from Yuuri.

sorry

Viktor practically sprinted to Yuuri's house, up the stairs and down the hallway. Before he barged into the room, though, he stopped and calmed himself before turning the knob quietly and stepping gently into the dimmed room.

The ball of boyfriend that sat like a lump in the bed was enough to tell Viktor that today wasn't a good day for practicing. He smiled sadly, and climbed in the bed slowly.

"Hi, Yuuri," Viktor whispers to the silent boy, "we don't have to do anything. Can I lay with you?" A small smile relapses on to his face; Viktor knows what he's doing, always, even for Yuuri's bad days.

Instead of answering, the boy slowly shifts postitions, and entangles himself around Viktor, his head pressing into his chest and his breathing matching Viktor's as soon as their chests touch, as if it's an automatic reflex.

Viktor knows Yuuri and when he has his period, and has memorized the schedule in his head. The fact that he wanted to work Yuuri into a living mess today made him want to slap himself for being so inconsiderate. Viktor knows how insecure and terrible these things make Yuuri feel, and with every passing moment he wishes more and more for Yuuri to be who he wants to be without any of these distractions.

Several minutes pass, and Viktor asks Yuuri, "Do you want to take a bath and get cleaned up?"

Yuuri was now standing in front of Viktor at the bathroom door, where a hot bath, filled with bubbles, awaits him. The room smells like cinnamon and mango soap, and it almost brings a smile to Yuuri's face. He leans up slowly, pressing a long kiss to Viktor's cheek. "Thanks," he croaks out.

Viktor hugs the younger boy, smiling against his hair. "Do you want me to go?" he asks, running his hands up and down Yuuri's back.

Yuuri then suddenly panics at the thought of Viktor leaving him, and starts shaking. He rapidly shakes his head no, clinging on to Viktor's shirt. "Please, stay," he says worriedly. Viktor hushes him, kissing the boy lightly on the lips.

"I'll stay," he says.

Viktor slowly and gently strips Yuuri of his clothes. Usually, Yuuri would be flustered and embarrassed, but he is too tired and dead to feel anything. He simply lets Viktor take off his shirt, glasses, shorts, binder, and underwear and fold them in the corner, sometimes stopping to make a small comment about how lovely his body is and how adorable he looks. He then leads Yuuri to the tub and steps in, letting the hot water absorb him completely. This is what he needed- not long, overran practices, but Viktor's hands running though his hair with shampoo and rubbing his back up and down until all the knots and cramps were gone.

Yuuri sat and stared at the wall as Viktor placed small kisses across his shoulders. He was grateful to say the least that Viktor was being so kind and helpful to him and how good it felt, but he simply couldn't get the dissatisfaction with himself out of his mind.

"Men don't get periods," Yuuri says, pulling his knees to his chest to hide what was behind them from eyesight. A few tears leaked from his eyes.

At first, Viktor was silent, and Yuuri's heart shattered. But then, Viktor quietly says, "Well then how is it that we're in this situation then?"

Yuuri turns around slowly to face his boyfriend, giving him an "are you a fucking idiot" look. Viktor only smiles at him lightly, and takes his chubby cheeks in between his hands.

"Yuuri, having all that shit happen inside of you right now must be the most horrible and painful thing. It takes so much for you to get through the day without drowning yourself, I bet. You have to be strong. Making it through today is easily the most manly thing any man could ever do. Frankly, I'm jealous." Viktor playfully glares, and it makes Yuuri laugh a tiny bit. This adds a wide grin to Viktor's face.

"I love you so much, Yuuri. Im so lucky. Im so lucky that I have the pleasure of having a boyfriend as perfect as Yuuri Katsuki, and I get to give him baths, and I get to kiss him, and see him naked, and see him beg-"

"THATS ENOUGH," Yuuri laughs loudly, blowing some bubbles from his hands onto Viktor. He laughs and splashes the boy back, and all of a sudden all that matters is who can get who the most wet with soap and water and all of Yuuri's problems have vanished and have run away to a far away kingdom with Viktor's carefree laugh and squinty-eyed smile.

Once all has settled down, Viktor goes back to rubbingq soap along Yuuri's chest, shoulders, neck, back and butt, talking about the future to him and repeating times and times again, as if he'd forget, "You are the most lovely boy I've ever seen."

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