Left Behind

Chapter 4

Viktor would be leaving in a few days. It wasn't a surprise that the Grand Prix allowed him to bring Yuuri along, they were engaged after all... I think.

"Yuuri! Can you come taste this soup? I think it's too salty!" Yuuri pushed himself slightly off the wall of the hallway that he had been standing in while thinking. He stepped lightly through the dining room to the kitchen where Viktor stood over a pot, the smell of miso wafting through the air.

Viktor handed Yuuri the ladle and prompted him to take a sip. Yuuri blew across the surface of the liquid filled ladle, small ripples dancing. He took a sip and nodded his head slowly.

"It's fine."

"Not too salty?"

"Not too salty." Viktor nodded and turned the stove off, placing the ladle down as Yuuri turned to leave. Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri from behind, his lips brushing against the back of Yuuri's neck; No reaction.

"You know I love you Yuuri. I love you very very much. with all my heart." With what's left.

Yuuri nodded, but didn't speak, instead he leaned back into Viktor's embrace. They stood there for what felt like hours, but was only minutes. Yuuri eventually placed a foot in front of him hinting for Viktor to release him from his warm embrace.

He stepped into the dining room and noticed that Viktor's phone was blinking. He went over and picked it up, Irina's name along with her picture covered the screen. "Viktor." Yuuri said with a raised voice. Viktor peaked into the dining room from the kitchen, then entered when Yuuri held out his phone to him; Viktor answered it.

"Yes?" he spoke calmly, the room suddenly filling with unexplained tension.

"Yes, we are doing fine, and no, we aren't open yet." Viktor chuckled and placed one hand in his pocket.

"Actually we were just testing a soup we plan to put on the menu." Yuuri reached a hand out and gently pinched the fabric at the end of Viktor's sleeve. Viktor's hand immediately shot out of his pocket and pulled Yuuri close by the small of his back. Viktor stared straight ahead as the muffled voice of his cousin floated through the phone; too quiet for Yuuri to hear. The hand on Yuuri's back rested gently, but desperate.

Yuuri leaned up into Viktor on tip toes. "I'll be in the hot spring. " He whispered and Viktor nodded, still not looking at him. Yuuri left Viktor's warmth once more and walked down the hallway, sliding open the men's changing area door. He didn't bother to close it as he began to strip, his clothes forming a messy pile on the floor. He stepped into the shower area and washed his body and hair.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he walked into the hot spring area, the whole area filled with a thin layer of steam. He dropped his towel at the edge of the hot springs then carefully stepped into the water. He fully submerged the lower half of his body before sinking in up to his shoulders. Letting out a sigh he looked up at the sky, noticing the moon nearly over head; He had forgotten it was night, who knows what time it actually was.

"I wonder what the sky will look like in Italy." Viktor said from the doorway of the of the hot spring.

"It's the same sky as here." Yuuri stated without turning around. Yuuri felt the water shift around him indicating that Viktor had gotten in. Two arms wrapped around him from behind for the second time today and Yuuri shut his eyes at the gentle contact.

Viktor pulled Yuuri back with him as he made his way to the edge of the springs, resting his back against it and bringing Yuuri into his chest. Viktor placed a light kiss on Yuuri's left shoulder, creating a small trail across the back of his neck and to his right shoulder; Yuuri's head falling to the side. Viktor placed one last kiss before letting out a sigh, his warm breath giving Yuuri comfort. Viktor ran one of his hands down to Yuuri's hip and caressed it gently.

"You're so beautiful Yuuri." Viktor Murmured from Yuuri's shoulder, his hand wandering to Yuuri's thigh. The water in the hot spring seemed to become hotter as the moon shone down from directly overhead, it's light breaking through the steam of the spring and illuminating the water brilliantly while the stars fought to keep their reflections just as bright.

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Zipping up his suitcase Yuuri shivered, as a morning chill swept through the open window of his bedroom. Viktor was in the living room patiently waiting for the cab to arrive and take them to the airport.

The past few days had been filled with their continuous packing along with Viktors insistence of finding recipes to add to their menu, it was strange to see him suddenly take an interest in cooking. Yuuri lifted his suitcase, placing it on the ground and pulling it along by its strap. The wheels clicked across the wooden floor beneath, alerting Viktor Yuuri was finished packing. Viktor gathered Yuuri in his arms once he arrived and kissed him with slow passion, breaking it at the sound of their cab honking outside. "Are you ready?" Viktor asked and Yuuri nodded.

They stepped out of the resort and made their way down the path to the street out front, their hands brushing occasionally, making sure the other was next to them, making sure they were still there; At some point it had become a habit to do so. Their suitcases were put in the trunk and they settled themselves into the back seat of the cab, their hands placed over each others between them on the leather seat.