You can read this as a standalone story but reading Never Leave can add a bit of spice. I'm still a Viktuuri shipper but I like Yu2 too haha

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN YURI ON ICE

Do R&R :)


-but everything was just a dream.

Viktor woke up groggily, beside his fiancée Yuuri Katsuki. His eyes started to tear up as he realized that it was all a dream. He looked at his partner's sleeping face and kissed his forehead. "Thank goodness that you're okay…"

He hugged Yuuri tighter than ever, afraid to let go. He heard moaning, noticing that Yuuri started to open his eyes. "Vik…tor…?"

"Good Morning, sleepyhead… How was your sleep?" He stroked Yuuri's jet black hair and cupped his face with both hands.

The Japanese boy smiled and answered, "Oh, it's all good. I did have a dream but I forgot about it…" He yawned, with Viktor giggling at his action.

Yuuri can't help but notice the big grin on Viktor's face; something he always saw when they were together.

"You seem happy, Viktor. Did something happen?" Yuuri was now sitting on the bed with Viktor hugging him from behind. Viktor buried his face on Yuuri's back and took him a while before he could answer.

"Oh, I'm just happy to wake up beside you." He raised his head and smiled at Yuuri. The 24 year old boy stood up and put his slippers on. He walked towards the door and told Viktor that he was just going to make breakfast.

Viktor followed suit and sat down at the dining table. "Say, Yuuri… Does Yurio live with us?" asked the grey-haired Russian. His chin was resting on the back of his hand as he stirred the hot coffee handed to him by Yuuri a minute ago.

Not facing Viktor, Yuuri replied, "No. Why did you think so?" He started to fry some pancakes. "Oh, you want the regular pancake or…?"

"Put strawberry syrup in the batter, Yuuri." He tried to peek at Yuuri as he answered him. Yuuri raised a thumbs up as he squirted the syrup for Viktor's pancakes. "Nothing… I think my dream somewhat felt… real…"

Upon finishing their stacks of pancakes, Yuuri served Viktor his plate then put the other plate across where Viktor was. "Here you go."

"Wow! It looks good, Yuuri!" Viktor took a bite of his strawberry-flavored pancake and commented, "Vkusno!"

Yuuri just giggled a lot and took a bite of his pancakes. "Oh, Viktor… I received a message from Yurio that we don't have practice today. Yakov said that he had to go somewhere. What do you think?"

"We should take the day off then. There's no harm in taking a break." Viktor was halfway finished with his pancakes and it seemed like he was about to ask for seconds.

"What shall we do? We don't have anything to do at home." Yuuri said as he took the last bite of his food. He stood up with his plate and utensils then put them on the sink. He then took the glass of water on the table and drank all of its contents before putting on the sink. He sat down across Viktor and rested his elbow on the table.

"Ah! Yuuri! I want more! Oh, well we can just go out or something." Viktor replied as he handed his empty plate to Yuuri.

The Japanese boy sighed and took the plate from Viktor. He lit the stove and took the excess batter from the fridge. He started to pour some batter and waited for the underside to cook. "Okay… but where exactly are we going?"

"Do you want to visit Yurio?" Viktor suggested.

"He is going to get angry again. No." Yuuri replied without an ounce of doubt.

"Let's just go wherever. I don't mind where as long as we're together."

"Viktor…" Yuuri gave a slight grin and blushed at what Viktor said. It was just then that Viktor was reminded on how beautiful the Japanese skater Katsuki Yuuri was.

After they ate, the two got dressed and left their apartment. Hand in hand, they walked slowly as they took in the view in around them.

It was 9 in the morning and it was still a bit chilly outside. People who recognized them would be heard calling their names and then commenting on their public display of affection. Viktor was very clingy with Yuuri; which was an everyday thing to the couple.

"Yuuri, how surprised were you when I kissed you on live television?" Viktor Nikiforov asked, swaying his hand that was entwined with Yuuri's hand.

"Very surprised… I didn't expect you to do that but I loved it." He looked at Viktor with a blush and smiled at him. "I didn't expect my coach and idol to do that in public."

"So you expected that I will kiss you privately?" Viktor joked.

"Huh? Uh… Uhm… Vi—viktor… That's…" Yuuri's face was not blushing in embarrassment.

"Ahhh…! Yuuri really is cute!" Viktor commented and hugged him tight, rubbing his face on his fiancée's face. "I'm so lucky to have you~"

"You are exaggerating, Viktor." Yuuri grinned awkwardly and hid his face from the older man.

They both started to walk again as the air around them began to feel awkward. They were still holding hands though.

"You know, there's still one thing you haven't done for me…" Viktor pouted.

"Huh? What is it?" Yuuri looked at him, confused. "We already did what couples do…" Realizing what he said, he started to blush again but this time, he was redder than ever.

"You haven't called me Vitya yet…"

"Ah…!"

"Please call me Vitya starting today." Viktor ordered, stopped walking and looked at Yuuri seriously.

"O—okay then… If that's what you like, Vik- I mean, Vit….ya…" nodded Yuuri as he blushed.

"Wow…! It feels nice to be called affectionately by the person you love!" He hugged Yuuri again then kissed his lips. Yuuri was taken aback; covering his mouth with both hands.

"Vi—viktor!"

"Ah you called me Viktor again…" Viktor put on a sad face and then gave out a sigh.

"Ah, ah! So-sorry, Vitya…!" The black-haired boy waved his hands as he apologized. "I still have to get used to the name first…" He scratched his head and laughed softly.

"I know…" He smiled at him and walked again. "Oh! Why don't we visit Makkachin?" Viktor added.

"Are… you sure?" Yuuri asked hesitantly. "Are you going to be okay?"

He put his arm around Yuuri's back and then grinned. "Of course! Well, I'm still sad but I have you so I'm not worried!" Yuuri looked worriedly at the Russian man and sighed. He smiled back and put his left hand on Viktor's left hand.

Upon arriving to their destination, they stood before what looks like a grave.

"Here lies our dear Makkachin, who kept me company especially when I felt like giving up."

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki visited Makkachin's grave. It has been a while since they visited and Viktor felt like he needed to go. He clasped his hands and chanted a simple prayer to Makkachin, but it was mostly him thanking him and telling him that everything will be alright.

"I guess Makka was getting old… I wish Vicchan was able to grow old too…" Yuuri had a tear on his eye as he remembered his poodle. He lost Vicchan years ago but it still made him sad. He then remembered how Viktor reacted when we found out he died in his sleep.

"Yuuri…" Viktor directed his sad gaze at Yuuri. He was suddenly quiet as Yuuri looked at the grave. After they were done talking with Makkachin, the two decided to go to the mall for a change of pace.

As they walked around, they noticed someone familiar strolling around alone. "Hey, isn't that…?" Yuuri was the first one to talk, pointing at the person.

"Yurio!" Viktor shouted, grabbing the attention of the blond Russian. Yuri Plisetsky immediately noticed them and walked towards them.

"Oh, if it isn't the idiots…" Yurio took off his earphones from his ears and glared at them.

"Is that how you address your fathers?" Viktor interrupted, crossed his arms at Yurio, and then stomped his foot.

"Wha—"

Before Yurio could react, Yuuri went in between the two Russians and tried to mediate them. "Now, now… No fighting! It's our day off so why don't we just spend this day peacefully? Hmm…?"

Viktor and Yurio were both quiet for a minute before giving a deep sigh. They both gave up in annoying the other and decided to go together.

"So, what are you two up to?" asked the Russian Yuri.

"We haven't really thought about it…" Yuuri put his index finger on his chin as he answered Yurio. "How about you? Why are you alone?"

"I just needed to buy some food and then you two showed up…"

"I see…"

"Hey, Yurio."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"You called, Viktor?"

Confused, Viktor and Yuuri exchanged looks and shrugged. "Yurio, we didn't call you…"

"Then who…?"

As Yurio turned around, he saw a friend running towards him. "Hey! Yuratchka!"

At the mention of his name, the Russian boy blushed and hid his face. The man running towards them stopped and greeted the three.

"Hello."

"Oh, if it isn't Otabek Altin… What are you doing here?" Viktor gladly asked. Yuuri just answered back with a 'Hi!'

"I came here to Russia for some things and just winded up here." He answered, not changing expressions.

"Are you sure it's not visiting 'Yuratchka'?" Viktor said, emphasizing on Yuri's nickname.

Otabek gave a slight blush but his tone was still normal. "Probably that's one of the reasons…"

"Beka…!"

"Beka…?" Viktor and Yuuri said in unison.

"Damn! Crap! Just… leave me alone!" Yurio blushed more before walking fast, away from us. Otabek reached out his hand in hopes of stopping him from leaving but he was too fast.

"I have to go…" He then bowed slightly and excused himself. He ran towards Yurio who was trying toget past the mass of people by the escalator. "Yura! Wait up!" said Otabek from a afar.

"Why did you embarrass him in front of Otabek, Viktor?" Yuuri crossed his arms and squinted.

"Uhm… because Yurio's cute when he is embarrassed…?" Viktor said, making it sound like he wasn't sure. He hugged Yuuri and pouted, realizing that he's calling him Viktor again.

"What?" Yuuri asked, not knowing why Viktor looked so disappointed. "Oh wait…" He finally noticed.

"Vi—Vitya…"

"Ahhh~! Yuuri~~!" Viktor lovingly embraced Yuuri and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Ahh, but Vitya… It's unfair that I don't have a nickname! Yurio is Yuratchka and Otabek is Beka…" The two were walking again while Viktor was hugging Yuuri from behind.

"Awww, is my fiancée jealous?" teased Viktor.

"Well… I want a name that only Viktor will call me with…" replied a red-faced Yuri.

"How about…"