It was unusually warm for the spring. Everyone was outside enjoying the warm weather. The cherry blossoms were dancing in the gentle breeze as laughter filled the air. The party wasn't very large. They really tried to keep it small, close friends and family. Which, unfortunately, meant a greater portion of the male figure skaters.

The ceremony had been beautiful and simple. It had been held on a beach in Hasetsu, near the onsen. They both dressed alike, stunning white tuxedos, one with a flourishing violet flower, the other a sapphire flower. They kissed and cried. The vows were beautifully scripted as you would expect from the couple. The moment was filled with magic.

They shared their first dance on the ice at the Ice Castle. It had no rival in the brilliance and it left the party goers sobbing on the side, along with the newlyweds. Love did nothing but surround the two and it was ravishing. It filled the world with hope and purity.

The reception then gathered outside where a tent had been strung up with tiny white lights and a thousand cranes in shades of pink hung from the ceiling. There was a dance floor and music, no poles to dance on, much to Viktor's dismay.

The platinum-haired Russian was on his way to the table which contained the beverages when he spied the ever rebellious blond in his pink suit. As he refilled his glass, he turned to him.

"Yura… I have a favor to ask you…"

Emerald hues narrowed.

"What?"

Pearly white teeth peeked out from behind pale lips as he snagged his bottom lips, biting it gently.

"So there is this really cute skater walking around with black hair… and… I was wondering… can you ask him if he likes me..?"

Blond brows furrowed as he glanced to where Viktor was pointing.

"Are you serious? That's your husband. You literally got married about three hours ago."

A blush crossed the other Russian's face, bringing a hand to his own cheek.

"Yeah… but…. Can you…?"

Yura rolled his eyes, staring dead on at the other now.

"This is your wedding reception, I think it is safe to assume he likes you."

Viktor sighed wholeheartedly and leaned into the ever growing blond.

"But did you ask?"

His turquoise hues were watching the lonely ravenet from across the tent, Viktor completely obvious to the boiling pot of rage beside him that was teetering on the edge of explosion. Yura wrapped his fingers around that white tie of Viktor's.

"YUURI!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He roared from across the tent, dragging the laughing Russian behind him. When his name echoed the small area, his chocolate gaze shifted from where he had been speaking with Christophe.

"Yura!"

A smile plastered across Yuuri's lips, his stare practically devouring the man behind the blond.

"Who is that devilishly handsome man behind you? Care to introduce us?"

All it took was one sly wink of the eye from Yuuri to Viktor to drive the poor teenager nuts. He groaned loudly as Viktor slid his arm around Yuuri's waist.

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE."

Yura twirled on the balls of his feet, heading in a straight line for the table he just dragged Viktor from. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he barely registered the scolding tone from Viktor as he reprimanded the boy on his use of language.

"I don't care if I am only seventeen, I'm drinking."

In his wake, the stunning wedded couple just laughed, sharing a brief kiss.