Victuuri | complete

Melting- Fluff

Word Count: 841

As the days melt into nights, the days become shorter and the nights become longer. The seasons are shifting, I finding myself competing in Russia as the winter blows in full-throttle. Leaving Victor's house is cause for significant dread, and if I'm being honest, so is leaving his bed. Victor and I do both as seldom as we can. So unlike our normal response to anything from our Thai figure-skating friend, we are less than excited to see an invitation to come out of the house from Phichit.

This weekend, our circle of friends plans to throw a local Russian friend, Georgi, a surprise birthday party. I turn to Victor before confirming that we'll go.

"We aren't doing anything this Saturday?"

"Not that I know of," Victor shrugs, setting down a steaming cup of hot chocolate before me as he snuggles back into the couch.

I absentmindedly kiss him on the cheek and resume sharing the throw-blanket. He responds to my silent greeting by cupping my chin in his hand and pressing a warm kiss to my lips. I can feel all of the tension in my body melting away. I almost forget what I want to show him.

"Mm-oh!" I pull away, distracted.

He leans back, amused. One arm draped coolly over the spine of the couch, he watches me with half-lidded eyes. I search my text messages for Phichit's invitation to the party. Victor patiently takes a sip from his own mug while he waits. Come to think of it, I have no idea what he's drinking. When I finally find the text, I trade my phone for Victor's mug.

He chuckles, without even looking up from reading.

"I wouldn't drink that, Yuuri."

"What is this?" I ask incredulously, leaning in to smell.

"Not something you need," Victor winks at me before returning to reading. "I handle my alcohol just a little better than you, my love," he says, nonchalantly.

I consider whether to be offended or embarrassed. Victor doesn't give me much time to mull it over, however, trading with me again.

"You can tell Phichit to expect us there," Victor nods.

"Okay," I begin to type the message but stop halfway through. "Am I that bad when I drink?"

Victor suddenly percolates uncontrollably with laughter. My face turns red in both confusion and anger. I don't see what's so funny, I was asking an honest question. He sees my face and the light melts from his face as if suddenly weighted by realization.

"Yuura, of course not. You're not 'bad' when you drink at all!" he shakes his head. "I didn't mean to offend you. What I meant to say is, if you were to have something this strong, it wouldn't be good for you. I'm drinking it to keep warm— I figured you'd prefer hot chocolate for that purpose. I didn't mean to imply anything offensive, Yuuri-kun, I can promise you that on Makkachin's head."

The brown poodle looks up hopefully from his position beneath the television upon the sound of his name. I'd like to continue being angry at Victor, but I believe his apology, and Makkachin helped sell the conclusion a little too well— what with the adorable excited wag of his tail.

"Hm-mm," I mumble, curling into Victor's chest. "Why don't we just keep each other warm then?"

Victor wraps his arms around me and drenches me with warm, sloppy kisses. I squirm under the shower of affection, beginning to giggle to myself. Makkachin runs up at the action, barking dutifully.

"Vic-tor," I groan, shrugging away playfully.

Victor pulls me into his lap, however, and holds me down. Before I even realize what's happening, his fingers begin to dust my waist in merciless tickles. Now it's my turn for laughter to percolate uncontrollably from my chest. Makkachin tries to leap to my rescue but Victor easily fends off both the dog and me.

"Victor!" I plead. "Stop!" I gasp, between fits of effervescent laughter. "What do you want?! I'll give you anything!"

"Anything?" Victor whispers, just barely audible, beneath the excited barking of Makkachin.

Victor bends his neck to push his lips up to the lobe of my ear, all the while, holding me captive in his lap as he tortuously continues tickling.

"Anything!" I cry, trying to wriggle free. "Heavens Above— Victor, let me breathe," I plead, doubling-over in defeat.

"Hm," Victor finally lets go. "Alright, but now you owe me anything of my choosing."

"I owe you no such— ahaHAHA— okay! Okay! Okay— whatever you want, Bikuta-chan (Victor) haHEHEHahahah— just stop!"

"That's better," Victor flashes a triumphant smile as he lets go again. "Now you get to go out and buy Georgi's present from us."

"Are you seriously— what, right now?"

"I love you, Yuuri-kun," he grins. Victor stands at the door, holding out my coat for me to step into, Makkachin circling happily around his ankles.

Victor and I both come up to give the poodle the attention and petting he desires.

"Yeah, yeah," I chuckle, pulling Victor in for a sweet, if not somewhat begrudging, farewell kiss before I leave.