Hi there again! Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you, this is a second chapter. With other words, this story is not a one-shot.
Sorry for not being clear about this from the start, but as you see ... it usually takes me ages to update.
I'm intending three chapters in total for this story, so there will be another one coming ... soon? I'm doing my best here! So please enjoy.

Your blessing, please?

"H-How did this happen?! I thought I wanted to be careful this time! Just how?!", Yuri screamed as he ran around the hotel room, scrolling through his Instagram history. He was desperate, but Victor felt even worse when he was watching him.

There were so many pictures. Pictures of Yuri dancing, undressing and lounging at the pole with Chris, but they all paled in comparison to the sheer mass of pictures of the intimate kiss Victor and Yuri shared and the huge rock it had send rolling.

There were thousands of likes and shares throughout various social media and the gossip and rumors were unstoppable now. The whole world knew what was going on between the two of them and the reception was quite mixed.

"Victor, tell me, how the hell could this happen?!", Yuri asked Victor, who flinched immediately.

He knew very well how this could have happened, but he just couldn't bring himself to tell Yuri. Just a few minutes ago, they had been lying in the bed together, cuddling and snuggling and thinking about how it would be like living and training together. And now Yuri was so confused and devastated that all these moments of happiness seemed to be far away. How could he tell Yuri that it was his fault that this had happened? What if it destroyed their future Victor looked forward to so much?

"I'm sorry, Victor, I really messed it up again ...", Yuri started sobbing and Victor immediately took his hands and shook his head.

"Don't apologize, Yuri! This is not your fault, okay? It absolutely isn't", Victor told him determinedly, but Yuri didn't look too convinced. "Now it's about time to check-out so pack your things ..."

Yuri did what he was told and Victor also tried to get his stuff together as quickly as possible. He didn't want to spend any more time in this hotel and just leave the country, before he could run into one of the other … special guests.

But his prayers were left ignored and when they set foot into the hotel lobby, it was already brimming with the other hotel guests intending to check out. Most of which were other figure skaters, their coaches and appendices and they all blushed and averted their eyes when they spotted Yuri and Victor. Victor shoved the poor Yuri through the masses, hoping to be able to get this over with quickly. But of course, the universe was against him this morning.

"Yuri!", Phichit looked like he had already waited for his friend to show up. "There you are. Finally! How are you?"

"Phichit! Good morning! Well … I am … okay, I guess", Yuri laughed embarrassed and went a bit red. Victor didn't feel too well about this and made a few steps backward to get his distance. "I … I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. I wanted to be careful this time … I really don't know how this could happen."

"What do you mean, you don't know?", Phichit shook his head uncomprehendingly. "And you don't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault at all. Wait ...", he suddenly looked at Victor, "You mean he didn't tell you anything?!"

Victor flinched when he heard the sudden sharp words of Yuri's ever so kind friend and felt the curious eyes of the whole Lobby on him. Yuri frowned and looked at Victor as well. "What do you mean? What should he have told me?"

"Yeah tell him! Bad, bad Victor, tell him!", a very well known voice shouted at them from the exit. It was Chris who had the hugest grin on his lips.

Victor couldn't help but be super pissed and attempted to run after him, but he was already leaving the hotel laughingly and was out of sight. It had all been his fault, to begin with, and now he just ran off.

"Don't you want to tell him? You really owe him that much, don't you think?", Phichit addressed Victor now in a strict tone.

Victor gulped and stumbled a few more steps back only to bump into someone standing behind him. He turned around in shock and looked into Yurio's ice cold eyes. He didn't need to say anything to make it obvious that he was on the Thai's side. When he turned around again to avoid the glare that made him shiver he looked into a pair of eyes that was even harder to stand. Yuri stared at him with huge, uncertain eyes.

"What are they talking about, Victor? What do you have to tell me?", he asked with an obvious lump in his throat. Victor instantly felt one in his own throat as well.

"Yuri ...", he started and sighed. There was no way he could squirm free of this one. "The truth is … I was bewitched by an evil- OUCH!"

Before he could finish his almost accurate paraphrase of the truth, Yurio stepped on his foot with quite a lot of force for a tender little 15-years-old and made Victor shut up.

"Victor?", Yuri asked again, looking even more confused. Poor boy. Victor gulped and already prepared himself for what was to come. After learning the truth Yuri certainly didn't want to stay with him anymore, let alone living together with him. But Victor also couldn't base their future relationship on a lie, so he had to be honest with him.

"Yuri … I was the one who made you drunk", he confessed. Yuri's eyes gaped and he made a step backward. "I know I shouldn't have done something like that. And I'm really, really sorry. I will never do it again ..."

Yuri didn't answer. He just stared at Victor with the shock written all over his face. Of course, he was disappointed in Victor now. He looked at the floor because he couldn't stand looking into his eyes anymore.

"I understand if you want to take back everything you said this morning …", Victor mumbled resigning. At least he had the dream of a happy future.

"Why?", Yuri suddenly started talking again. "Why did you do that?"

Victor looked up and searched for the right words to formulate his answer. Why did he do that again? Had there been a reason? Oh yes …

"I wanted you to be honest with me", he said, "I wanted to know what you truly feel because I knew you would have never told me in a sober state. So I had no other choice but to make you drunk."

"I see ...", Yuri thought about that answer for a few seconds, then said something Victor would never have expected. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?", Victor answered confused. "Why are you sorry now?"

"Because … because I'm never clear about my feelings, you have to think of such desperate measures. I really want to be honest about my feeling, but I'm always scared I could bother you", Yuri shook his head and wiped the tears away that were welling up in his eyes, "I promise I will try hard to be more honest towards you in the future."

"I could never be bothered by you ...", Victor answered, his mind slowly getting blank. This was not the kind of answer he had been prepared for. He had already seen Yuri screaming at him and running off, but this … "Does that mean you … don't want to take back what you said this morning?"

Yuri shook his head and smiled. "Why would I do that? I still love you and want to be together with you!"

Victor felt how his heart twitched when he heard that and he immediately runs at Yuri and took his hands, his eyes huge and glimmering.

"That means you're not mad at me?!", Victor almost couldn't believe the kindness of his lover.

"No. I'm very mad at you", Yuri suddenly was all serious again and his smile turned into an angry glare. "I just think we will get over this somehow."

Victor wasn't sure what to say. He was confronted with the pure honesty he had wished for and this was what he got. But somehow it was also refreshing. He felt how his feelings for this guy were becoming more and more intense.

"Yuri … I really love you." Despite Yuri's mad glare he placed his hands on his cheeks, drew him closer and kissed him. Yuri was quick to give up any struggles and give in. He couldn't be so mad after all, then. Engulfed in their kiss they almost forgot about the other people who were present. But only almost.

"Hey Yuri, there is one last thing I want to say about this ...", Victor solved his lips from Yuri's and looked him firmly into the eyes. "How come I'm the only bad guy in this story … when it was your very friend who took this photo of us kissing, posted it on Instagram and started this mess!"

Victor shouted and pointed at Phichit, who flinched so badly he almost dropped his cellphone. "Look, he's doing it again right now!"

Phichit quickly put his mobile away and blushed heavily.

"It's just … I can't help it! You two are just too adorable, I have to share it with the world!"

Victor couldn't hold anything against that, but he still wasn't done.

"And Yurio!", Victor addressed his small landsman, "didn't you post a picture of Yuri hugging a bottle of champagne and tagged it #hahathatfatporkcutletloser #sopathetic ?! What is this?! As if those tags on their own weren't horrible enough!"

Yurio bit his lip and looked away blushingly. The only thing that calmed Victor down a bit was the knowledge, that in at most 5 years that guy would feel even more embarrassed about this.

"If I have to apologize, you have to do so as well!", Victor insisted, and so everyone who had posted a photo of Yuri on any social media had to line up and ask for forgiveness. And that line was shockingly long.

Yuri was clearly overextended with the situation. He just forgave everyone without even thinking about what they did or being angry. He was such a kind soul it was almost a pity, but at least the only one who got a kiss of forgiveness was Victor.

"Victor ...", Yuri reached for Victor's sleeve after everyone who had felt guilty about something had confessed to him, "Let's just go home now."
Victor nodded with a smile on his face. Home. Yuri's home. Another bowl ofkatsudon, another hot bath, another party with Yuri's Japanese friends and family. And then … soon … they would go to Russia and live together.

But there was one thing that Victor had forgotten when he stepped into the inn that had become a second home to him and greeted all the familiar and overjoyed faces: The whole world had seen the picture of him and Yuri kissing on the party. And so did his family.

Even though celebrating Yuri's silver medal was the top priority, the atmosphere was kind of weird and everyone kept peering at the two of them with all-knowing glances. Some people even stared at their pair rings without any shame. Victor just waited for someone to take heart and approach them because of all the spreading rumors. But even though he had been expecting it, he hadn't been prepared for it in the slightest.

"So you two, I think there is something we have to talk about, isn't there?", Yuri's father staggered to the table both of them were sitting at. He obviously had drunken one or two glasses beforehand to acquire some courage for this topic.

Yuri's mom was only a step behind him, ready to interfere should the situation escalate. And also, she was obviously brimming with curiosity.

"I … I don't know what you mean …", Yuri was as white as a sheet all of a sudden and played dumb.

It was his typical way of evading problems by just denying they were there. Didn't he realize that it was already too late for that?

"Just tell me what is going on between the two of you. I've seen the pictures you know."

Yuri blushed, but at the same time became even paler. He surely had never talked to his parents about love and things like that. Now the whole world knew about his relationship … with a man. Victor looked at him and gulped. How should he behave in a situation like that?

"Father!", Victor suddenly yelled and lowered his head so quickly, he almost hit the floor with his forehead. "I hereby want to ask for your son's hand!"

All of a sudden, the whole room was silent. Everyone had their eyes focused on him, Yuri's and his father's were especially wide open. Victor didn't dare to raise his head again. He had never done this before and he didn't know whether this was anywhere close to doing it right, but he didn't care anymore. To him, it felt right.

"I love Yuri! And I want to be with him forever. I want to marry him and live together with him. I want to train with him every day and to be on the ice with him. So please, give us your blessing!"

"V-Victor ...", Yuri mumbled, obviously not believing what he just had heard. Or rather that he heard these things in such a place, in front of all of these people.

"And what about you, Yuri? Is that also what you want?", Yuri's father addressed him now.

His face was red up to his ears and it wasn't clear whether the reason for this was the alcohol or Victor's speech right now. Probably both. Yuri's mom even had tears in her eyes and she sobbed slightly.

"Yes ...", Yuri finally got himself to answer. "It's just like he said … I love him, too, and want to stay with him. So … could we get your blessing, please?"

He didn't dare to look his father in the eyes. No matter how well he knew him, he had no clue how he would take this situation, so Yuri mentally prepared himself for anything.

"Well, is that so? Then it can't be helped, I guess ...", he sighed heavily. Yuri looked up in surprise. He hadn't expected that. His father looked at him with glowing eyes, but that was most likely because of the alcohol.

"You know, Yuri, I've always waited for the day you'd come home with a cute girl, marry her and grace me with some grandchildren. This is not quite what I had hoped for, but if this is what makes you happy, I won't stand in your way. So you've got my blessing."

Yuri didn't move an inch, his body was frozen. He couldn't do anything but stare at his father with huge eyes and an opened mouth as he stood up and left the room without saying another word.

Victor wasn't any different. He, too, didn't dare to move an inch until the old man was out of sight as if he could suddenly jump back and change his mind.

"Oh my, I'm so happy for the two of you. You're just the cutest couple, you had my blessing all along!", Yuri's mom finally broke the awkward silence and wrapped her arms around them.

Yuri and Victor slowly recovered from their shock and their eyes met. There were so many things to say, but somehow they couldn't get a single word across their lips. Instead, they just smiled at each other, returned Yuri's mother's hug and let each others' foreheads touch.

The night was clear and chilly and nothing felt better than a hot bath in the hot springs. Yuri still felt the Grand Prix, the party and the jetlag in his bones and it wore him out, so he just let himself calm down in the water.

Somehow everything was just the same whenever he was here, but somehow everything had changed. He looked at Victor, who was sitting next to him with his eyes closed.

If someone had told him a year ago that he would sit here now with this man as his coach and fiancé, he would have never believed it for a second. But it was true. It was real.

Victor sensed Yuri's stare and opened his eyes. Yuri immediately blushed and looked away, but Victor already had a huge smirk on his lips.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?", he asked him smugly.

"Or can't you just get enough of me?", he continued and get closer to Yuri.

Ever since they had gotten their blessing from Yuri's parents – and thereafter from every single guest – Victor was in an overly good mood. Yuri was very happy as well, of course, but he tried hard to not let it get to his head. He didn't know what could happen.

"What is it? You're blushing, you know?", Victor snickered and got even closer to Yuri, reaching out one hand for him.

He touched his chin, let his fingers slide across it and put his thumb on Yuri's lips. Yuri's throat went dry and his heart beat faster. He really couldn't get used to it.

When he closed his eyes, Victor replaced his thumb with his own lips and pulled him closer. The kiss made Yuri feel hot, his whole body was shivering and turning red and his head went slightly dizzy. The hot spring really wasn't a good place for doing things like that. Somehow it made it even more intense. They were both naked and overheated and now Victor's tongue was entering his mouth. Yuri felt the softness and the lingering taste of the katsudon they had for dinner, it almost drove him crazy. At this rate, he didn't know where this could be leading to. When he felt a sudden twitch in the lower region of his body, the impulse made him shove Victor away.

"No, wait", he stopped him and bowed over, hoping that Victor wouldn't notice what just had happened to him. But of course, that was futile.

"It's okay, Yuri, we'll do this at your pace. I'll wait until you're ready, as I said", he tried to calm Yuri down a bit.

"Even though ...", he added with a regretful and simultaneously wily tone in his voice, "... this place would be great for the first time."

Yuri slightly punched him on his breast without looking at him, obviously feeling embarrassed by the situation. Just one year ago he would have never imagined in his wildest dreams that he'd end up with Victor in this hot spring, talking about sex.

And now they were even engaged … somehow.

"But well … I could at least take care of this for you", Victor winked and let his hands disappear beneath the water surface.

Before Yuri even knew what was happening, he felt a sudden touch at the most sensitive region of his body.

"Victor-", he gasped for air as he flinched, "No … don't …"

Victor grinned as his fingers teased Yuri's crotch. "Are you sure? This much should be okay, right?"

Yuri was already unable to answer when Victor bowed over him and started rubbing his dick. His whole body felt like it was burning.

Subconsciously he wrapped his arms around Victor's back and let his head sink on his shoulders. There was no clear thought left he could grasp between the waves of pleasure, the moans and breathless moments and the unbearable heat rising to his head.

Victor stroke his back as he quickened his movements. The splashing of the water resonated in their ears, but it seemed so far off. Yuri's whole body quivered and he let out a loud moan as he came and Victor pulled him closer to his body. What a lovely sound. He didn't know how much longer he could wait for going all out.

"How do you feel, Yuri?", Victor asked him in his sweetest tongue, but there was no answer. Instead, Yuri's body seemed to get heavier with every second. "Yuri?"

Well, this had obviously been too much for the poor boy … He had collapsed.