So I succumbed and wrote some Victuuri for the end of NaNo - I say I succumbed, no one is surprised in the slightest, least of all me. So this is sort of a real time fic and basically cannon compliant but I started writing it about last Friday so it was everything I knew up to episode 8. Anyway it's been kind of a shitty year so I wanted to finish it off with some adorable fluff, hope you all enjoy :D PS spellings for the names are the ones that are on the YOI myanimelist page, there are too many variations I've see so I picked one and rolled with it lmao

Or Where Victor Discovers Yuuri Doesn't Like Christmas And Yuuri Discovers That Victor Loves It

It's officially December. In Yuuri's opinion one of the worst months of the year – it's cold, more often than not it snows and people only ever want to talk about one thing: Christmas. Yuuri is neither in the mood or has any desire to talk about Christmas, as far as he is concerned that is still ages away.

The December chill is already settling in as he walks home from Hasetsu Ice Castle. It's never overly enjoyable when the temperature outside of the rink is the same inside the rink and he realises he'll probably have to invest in a warmer coat from now on. At least it will be warm at home, he thinks, smiling to himself.

There is one thing, at the very least, that makes this December far superior than any of the other Decembers and that is Victor Nikiforov. Having finally moved out of his parents house Yuuri has been living with his coach slash childhood idol slash kinda, sorta boyfriend ('kinda, sorta' reading 'yes this man is my boyfriend, I'm still adjusting to this bizarre turn of events') for a little over a month now and, right now, Yuuri's one and only thought is getting in from the cold, having a hot shower and then falling asleep on Victor's lap in front of a movie. That thought immediately makes him feel a lot warmer.

He pulls out his keys, his mind completely focussing on Victor, totally forgetting about the new change of season, and opens the front door.

"I'm home!" he calls as he closes the door behind him and kicks his shoes off.

"Welcome home!" Victor calls back from the living room. "Good practice?"

"Yeah," Yuuri replies as he hangs up his coat. "I didn't really do anything too technical as I know it's supposed to be my day off but I don't want to get rusty."

"You work to hard darling," Victor says, "one day off isn't going to make you rusty."

"I know," Yuuri says, "I just thought it might be a good idea not to do something overly technical for once." Truth be told Yuuri had wanted an excuse to get out of the house that morning and skating seemed like a viable option.

When he had woken up that morning Victor had still been asleep and, for the most part Yuuri had been content to watch him. That was until Victor had softly moaned his name in his sleep. Yuuri's face had heated up so quickly, there may as well have been steam coming out of his ears, as he realised that Victor was dreaming about him and it was very not safe for work. Still being new to the whole 'boyfriend' thing he had gotten very nervous and bolted, leaving Victor a hastily scribbled note saying that he was going to the rink and proceeded to skate out his sexual frustration.

It's not that he doesn't want to have sex with Victor – he does – it's just a very daunting prospect at the moment.

"Where are you anyway?" Yuuri asks as he puts his keys back into his coat pocket so he doesn't forget them next time he goes out.

"In the living room," Victor replies. "Don't come in yet I have a surprise for you."

"O... kay..." Yuuri says, elongating the word nervously. The last time Victor said he had a surprise for him it had been a blindfold and the best head Yuuri had ever received and after this morning his imagination was already overreacting, his nerves stretched to breaking point.

"Don't sound so nervous," Victor chuckles and Yuuri feels face heating up again.

"I'm not," he replies. His glasses have begun to steam up. That's totally because of coming in from the cold and it being quite warm in here, he rationalises, not because I want to see Victor naked... totally not.

"Okay you can come in now but close your eyes," Victor sings.

Filled with a sense of trepidation Yuuri heads in the direction of the living room, taking off his glasses and wiping the condensation off on his t-shirt. Victor would probably pout that he didn't have his eyes closed but he couldn't really see a whole lot without his glasses so the point was moot anyway.

"Okay so what is it you wanted to show me..." he says tailing off as he puts his glasses back on and sees just what Victor had been doing while he was out.

There's tinsel hanging from the ceiling, fairy-lights everywhere and there seems to be a fine layer of glitter over everything. Yuuri also notices that Victor has sprayed the inside of the windows with fake snow. It's like a giant fairy has vomited baubles and Christmas paraphernalia all over the flat. Oh good lord...

"I decorated," Victor says beaming as Yuuri stares around at the grotto that was once their living room.

"I can see that," Yuuri says, his face a mask of abject horror with an uncomfortable smile plastered over the top. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Victor asks looking at him in confusion. "It's Christmas."

"It's December the first," Yuuri moans forlornly. "My birthday was two days ago."

"Exactly which is why I waited until today to decorate," Victor says, beaming, returning to his usual chipper self.

"Thanks..." Yuuri says and Victor doesn't seem to notice the underlying sarcasm. Nope this isn't happening, I don't need this right now. Yuuri turns to leave and Victor grabs his hand. Yuuri feels his face heat up at the contact. It's not like he and Victor haven't held hands before and he knows he should be used the this but, off the ice, he still can't quite believe that this thing between them is even happening.

"Why aren't you more excited?" Victor asks as Yuuri slowly turns to face him. Yuuri shakes off the jolt in his stomach at Victor's touch (seeing the multitudes of more glitter and garish lights definitely helping) and sighs.

"I'm just not a huge fan of all of this," Yuuri says gesturing to the decorations.

"What do you mean?" Victor asks.

Yuuri sighs again. He hadn't really wanted to say out loud that he hated Christmas (mostly because when he did, no matter what country he was in, people gave him strange looks and then proceeded to ask him if he didn't like happiness) but apparently Victor was feeling particularly dense today.

"I just don't really like Christmas that much," he says shrugging.

"What do you mean you don't really like Christmas that much?" Victor asks.

"I just don't," Yuuri says. He knows Victor's doing that thing where he pries to get Yuuri to open up, and Victor knows he's doing it too, but Yuuri isn't going to take the bait this time. The room is too warm and Victor's gaze in too intense for him to be in any way comfortable. He's not talking about this – he's going for a shower!

"See that surprises me," Victor says. "I thought that everybody loved Christmas."

"You know me," Yuuir shrugs, "I do aim to surprise."

"Maybe I'll have to inject a little Christmas cheer into you," Victor says, his voice suddenly seeming to drop a good couple of octaves as he slips his arm around Yuuri's waist and pulls him close so that they are almost nose to nose.

"When you say it like that you make it sound like a come on," Yuuri says, incredibly embarrassed to hear that his voice is a little more breathless than it should be.

"Maybe I am coming on to you," Victor says inching his face closer to Yuuri's. Yurri swallows as the hand that Victor has on his wrist comes up to cup the back of his neck. Yuuri can feel his heart beginning to beat faster and he really wants Victor to close the small distance between their lips and just kiss him.

He's about to give in when the lights that are surrounding Victor's head in a halo of soft blue light change colour and he's reminded of the horror he walked into. He pushes Victor away holding him at arm's length.

"We're not done talking about this," he says nodding up at the decorations. "You can't win me round that easily."

"Are you sure about that?" Victor asks, winking cheekily at him.

"No," Yuuri says firmly. He wonders if Victor will take him a lot more seriously if he takes his glasses off and pushes his hair back – that look always seems to work – but that's an awful lot of effort to get his point across.

"Then I'm just going to have to try harder to get you into the Christmas spirit," Victor chuckles.

"I wouldn't hold your breath," Yuuri tells him. "I'm going for a shower."

"Want me to join you?" Victor all but purrs.

"Are you going to take these down?" Yuuri counters with his own question nodding up at the decorations.

"Nope," Victor grins.

"Didn't think so," Yuuri sighs.

"So do you want some company?"

"Nah you're alright." Yuuri grins as Victors face falls.

Victor places his hand to his heart theatrically and pretends to look hurt. "Why do you wound me like this Yuuri my love," he whines.

Yuuri just rolls his eyes and heads for the bathroom, thankful that Victor only seems to have decorated the living room.

"The decorations are staying up," Victor calls, sticking his head out into the corridor.

"As long as it stays contained to the living room I can deal with it," Yuuri replies. He sighs to himself as he goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He strips out of his clothes and turns on the shower, hoping that he'll feel much better after a good long clean. This is going to be one hell of a long month...