A/N- this is it. This wa meant to be short, cute, and simple. I think I have done that so yay! Please enjoy thus last chapter, and hopefully I can make more Yuri! On Ice works :) Enjoy

Third Person P. O. V.

"Yuri, I will win Gold for you" Victor whispered, kissing their matching gold rings. Yuri smiled as his finger tapped the bottom of Victor's chin, making the older male meet his eyes.

Yuri's face leaned in, his eyes slightly closing. His lips were only an inch from Victor's before they changed course, skimming his cheek, and moving to his ear.

"I'll kiss you and the medal when you win" He said, just barely above a whisper. A slight blush found its way onto Victor's cheeks as he pulled away from Yuri, his eyes not leaving him until he hit the ice.

All around Yuri people were screaming as the cameras for the big screens had zoomed in on their moment, making it visible for everyone.

Girls and Guys were screaming in joy, happiness, sadness, and rage. After all, he had taken Russia's best Figure skater, and maybe even the Worlds best figure skater, and declared Victor was his.

"What was that all about, Yuri? Is there something going on between you and Victor, your former coach?" A reporter asked. Yuri smiled as he turned to the camera being aimed at him,a microphone right near his mouth; it felt as if everyone was waiting for an answer.

"You could say there is something between us. I guess everyone will have to wait and see" Yuri said, winking at the camera as he showed off his ring. More reporters crowded near him, bombarding him with more questions.

If they were to have done that right before he tore his ACL, he would have never answered with such a daring reply. Victor would have been the one to say such a thing, but now it seemed their roles had switched.

After Victor and Yuri seemed to realize there was something between them, besides an infuriated Yurio, they decided to give it a shot. The incentive for Victor had been that if he won Gold, Yuri would marry him. If he didn't, he would wait until Victor got gold, no matter how long it took.

"Victor Nikiforov is in 2nd place after Christophe Giacometti. He is skating to In Regards To Love: Eros" they announced. Yuri smiled as he walked away from the crowd of reporters, going closer to the rink.

Victor would come into 1st place after his program as he had taken first for the short program. Although Yuri had to admit his friend Christophe had done very well this year, and almost made Victor blink twice. Otabek was currently in 2nd place, but soon would be in 3rd as Victor was going to take 1st

You could say that Yuri had no doubt that Victor would win as his program was flawless.

In Regards To Love: Eros was originally used for Yuri, but since he didn't get to compete, Victor decided to use it for him. Although Victor's was much more erotic and sexual with a tint of innocence. Of course, Yuri had to teach him innocence since the older male didn't exactly have it.

"Victor!" Yuri shouted, not caring if he earned looks from anybody. Even if Victor didn't turn to look at him, he could feel Victor watching him. As if he knew where he was in that exact moment, and that's all that mattered.

He began to zone out, his eyes following Victor and his flawless step sequence, but he wasn't really watching. Instead, his mind wandered over to how much he loved Victor, more then anything in the world.

He couldn't help but think of the fact Victor held him so close, and had said he wouldn't let him fall. And when he kept him from falling, literally, he felt the intense emotion of love. The same love he had felt for Victor for such a long time, but never truly accepted as his own emotions.

And the best part was that Victor loved him back.

"You were amazing, as always" Yuri greeted Victor as he came off the ice. He opened his arms up, spreading them so he could engulf Victor in a hug.

"I want to say that I got Gold, Yuri-chan" Victor said with a smirk on his face. Yuri nodded his head, agreeing that his future husband had most likely gotten Gold after his flawless and emotional performance. Not to forget he was very sexy in his program too.

"Shall we go to see hear your score?" Yuri said, a slight blush on his face as he held his arm out, waiting for Victor to loop his arm around Yuri's.

"Let's go, darling" Victor said, loud enough for everyone around them to hear. Yuri blushed as he slightly limped his way with Victor to where they would sit, and await the results.

Yuri had yet to fully recover from the injury and surgery, but he was almost there. With Victor by his side, he was able to get around to anywhere, and everywhere.

"Do you think I broke a record?" Victor asked, his voice had a tint of hope that he would beat Yurio's record, and show him he was still the champion.

"I don't think you broke a record" he paused, earning a confused look from Victor" I know you broke a record" Victor blushed at how foolish he was to think Yuri doubted him. They both made their way through the crowd of reporters, ignoring their questions.

"You had me worried a bit Yuri-chan" Victor said nervously. Yuri couldn't help but smirk as he, Katsuki Yuri, made Victor worried. On top of that, Victor almost seemed nervous to him. He had to keep from bursting into laughter as they sat down on a bench, adorned with flowers and stuffed animals, and awaited the results.

"Will you marry me even if I don't get Gold?" Victor asked.

"No, because you will win Gold" Yuri replied, a smirk on his face. Victor couldn't help but think that Yuri had picked up some comments and remarks from him.

"Victor Nikiforov with 123.78 has surpassed the previous record set by Yuri Plisetsky, putting him in first place with 353.49!" The announcer boomed.

Yuri smiled and cheered as Victor sat in awe as the crowd erupted, and everyone cheered. Cameras flashed, taking his picture. It was like he had one gold for the first time ever, and it felt amazing.

He was so caught up in the moment he barely noticed Yuri get down from the bench, on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"