The Truth About Yuuri Katsuki

Eleven

"Are you sure you want to sleep in the same bed?" Victor asked for the thousandth time, "I can sleep on the floor. I've done it before."

"Yes, I'm fine," Yuuri confirmed once again, "I don't want you sleeping on the floor because of me. I'm sure I can handle it. But if you wake up and I'm unresponsive, just know that my soul has gone to heaven and I'm never returning to planet earth again."

"Yuuri," Victor cried and hugged Yuuri without warning, "I don't want you to die!" Yuuri didn't respond. His body went limp, his face went red, and he passed out right then and there. Victor placed him on the bed and poked his cheek in concern.

"I should probably learn how to stop breaking him like that," Victor sighed, "I'm sorry I'm not a good boyfriend, Yuuri!" he apologized to the unresponsive noodle. Victor turned off the light and got underneath the covers. He hoped that Yuuri wouldn't sleep too terribly and that everything would be fine in the morning. 

Victor was wide awake. He couldn't decide whether or not hugging Yuuri as he slept would be too creepy. He really wanted to but he also knew that'd he had been overloading Yuuri with his clingy-ness. Maybe he should sleep on the floor after all. No, Yuuri specifically told him not to. Victor closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the urge to cuddle Yuuri. The male beside him began to lightly snore. Victor assumed that his moment of unconsciousness had just morphed into sleep. How tragic. Yuuri had fallen asleep before him. Now what was Victor supposed to do?

Victor lifted the blanket ever so slightly to try and get out of the bed. The sleeping Yuuri wouldn't allow this and clung to Victor's arm. His eyebrows furrowed and he mumbled, "No sleep on floor." Was Yuuri some time of superhuman? He was only leaving to go get a drink of water but sleeping Yuuri wasn't going to take any risks.

Victor, currently too stunned to do anything, placed the blanket back in it's original position and suffered silently as he laid there next to Yuuri whilst unable to sleep. Why did Adrian have to suggest that Yuuri spend the night? Was this some kind of next level torture? Victor sobbed inwardly. He wanted to cuddle Yuuri so badly but he couldn't move now or it would wake Yuuri up. Unless Yuuri was a heavy sleeper, but Victor didn't want to test that theory. He figured playing it safe was the best option.

"Victor," Yuuri mumbled and snuggled up against Victor's arm, "smells good." Who knew that Yuuri sleep talked? Certainly not Victor. He wished desperately that his phone was closer to his bed so that he could record this. Sleep talking Yuuri was adorable. Well, all forms of Yuuri were adorable. Yuuri was adorable. Period. 

Would Yuuri answer if Victor asked him a question? There was only one way to find out. "Yuuri, is it okay if I cuddle you while you sleep?" Victor asked. Yuuri giggled in response.

"We're boyfriends, of course it's okay," he replied. Wow. So he did respond if someone asked him something. His answers seemed super honest too. However, Victor couldn't stop himself from blushing at the fact that Yuuri had said 'boyfriends.' It's a good thing Yuuri wasn't awake to see that.

"Yuuri, do you love me?" Victor asked.

"I do."

"How much?"

"I love Victor lots and lots."

Victor continued to ask Yuuri random questions until he got so tired that the fact he was sleeping in the same bed as Yuuri didn't bother him anymore. The two slept soundly in each other's arms until they were rudely awakened by the sounds of pictures being taken. Vincent refused to miss this great photo opportunity and snapped as many pictures of the couple as he could. 

Yuuri sleepily opened his eyes and sat up. He was confused about what was happening and didn't respond at all. However, as soon as Victor woke up, Vincent immediately ran out of the room. Victor angrily chased after his dad with his Olympic running skills and Yuuri could hear the sounds of Victor's complaints. Yuuri was still too tired to process anything that had just happened. He rubbed his eyes and laid right back in the bed. As soon as his head hit Victor's pillow he escaped to dreamland.

"I'm really sorry about my da-" Victor instinctively grabbed his phone and took a picture of Yuuri hugging his pillow and lightly snoring. Like father like son. He couldn't help himself from the art of stalker-like picture taking. It runs in the family.

"Are you not a morning person?" Victor asked. Yuuri growled in response. "That's so cute," Victor swooned. His love and affection for Yuuri was only growing with every passing moment. He wondered if this was what it was like for Vincent and Adrian too. Probably not, Victor's parents are weird. 

"Victor," Ciel said as he burst into Victor's room, "Are you coming with us to drop Vikky off at the airport?"

"He is leaving today?!" 

"Yes, he is leaving today, haven't you been counting the days like the rest of us?" Ciel rolled his eyes. "You're such an idiot."

"When are we leaving?" Victor asked.

"We are leaving right now. Grab your boyfriend get some shoes on," Ciel walked out and immediately began complaining about Victor's idiocy to Leic. Brothers these days.

"I'm sorry but we have to go," Victor gently shook Yuuri but he was unresponsive. Yuuri rolled over and hid his face in the pillow. Victor wanted to let him sleep but he had been given specific instructions to wake him up. There was only one thing to do now: carry him. Victor rolled Yuuri up in his blanket like a burrito and carried him out the door. Everyone piled into the car and they went to the airport. Yuuri didn't wake up until the drive back home was halfway over.

"Wait," Yuuri blinked and rubbed his eyes, "this isn't Victor's bedroom," he yawned. Everyone in the car laughed, except Ciel, because Ciel is a party pooper.