They had brought out a fruit and cheese platter after Yuuri got everyone thick, warm robes. More wine was poured and Yuuri couldn't help but stare up at his husband lovingly. He knew they had a solid relationship, and he knew he would love no one as much as he did Victor. Even as they curled up on the couch, Victor would hand feed him bites of fruit and cheese, holding his glass of wine for him- Yuuri knew he was spoiled, but he knew Victor loved doing things for him. It had taken some time to get used too, now it came so natural.

It was such a treasure to have someone you were this secure with. There was a point in Yuuri's life when he had doubts, concerns- but not anymore. Every day, Victor only showed how much Yuuri meant to him.

Yuri was leaned up against Otabek, talking about all the ways Lilia would torture him in his ballet classes. Yuuri had to giggle softly as his lips wrapped around a grape and his husband's finger. If Yuri would just listen in class, Lilia wouldn't be so hard on him. He also knew, Lilia was only hard on him because she cared. It still didn't stop Yuri from bitching and complaining every day about it.

Otabek had to be a patient man. The way Yuri would get into his gripes and woes of the ballet class, the more fired up he got. Sitting up, arms waving around, his robe falling off his shoulder, he was clearly distressed over it all. Otabek would just nod, then lean forward and kiss him into silence.

They both loved seeing Yuri settle into someone. It had taken some time to get those two to even admit they had feelings for one another. A year almost. After the Barcelona skate, Victor and Yuuri only encouraged Yuri having other friends, people he could talk too. Yuri was selfish, loud and demanding, but Otabek seem to only love that side of him, and he was so good at calming Yuri down, it made his heart swell thinking about it.

Everything was coming slowly together for them all.

"So pig, lemme ask you something."

"What is that?" Yuuri said as he gathered his bag and started to walk out the ballet studio. They would meet Otabek and Victor at the ice and do afternoon practice. He had taken to going to the ballet studio with Yuri in the mornings, and looked forward to it.

"Does it… you know, get weird?" Yuri asked, a bright pink spreading on his face.

"Does what get weird?"

"You know, like afterwards with Chris and hamster boy… what was that like?"

He finally realized where Yuri was going with this. It was a concern with Yuuri too the next morning they had woken up. Would things be different with Chris and Phichit? Could they still be friends? They had all been so intimate that night, yet now the sun rose, and new light shone on the day.

"Ok let me ask you this Yurio, is it weird with you and Otabek?"

"Well no, that is different."

"How is that different?"

"Well I'm his boyfriend for starters," Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

"And did you two ever kiss before making it final?" Yuuri asked, crossing his arms, already knowing the answer.

"Well we had been fucking for a few weeks before… oh…." Yuri said, finally understanding.

He could only laugh. Yuuri knew this was new grounds for Yuri, and he was glad Yuri brought it up to him.

"And you know, as we talked about, if anyone feels uncomfortable, just yell out 'Yakov' and it all stops. Nothing will change between us," Yuuri said, playfully elbowing Yuri. "Regardless, our friendship is most important."

Yuri nodded his head and they decided to walk to their next practice. He liked his mornings he had with Yuri.

"So what about afterwards?" Yuri asked.

Yuuri could only shrug, "You just act… normal."

"Is that how you and hamster boy are?"

"Exactly."

"So this shower…" Yuri said, the cheese and fruit plate almost completely gone now.

"Dah, figured you would want to clean up a bit before bed," Victor said.

"We got the guest room all straight for you two," Yuuri said, "and we figured we could all go for breakfast in the morning since we don't have training till afternoon."

Otabek nodded, finishing off his glass of wine. It still made Yuuri blush a bit, watching his lips as he licked off a drop of wine from it. He kept imaging Otabek's mouth and how it worked him into a complete mess. It was weird how a moment with someone had you look at them completely different. There was a side to Otabek that Yuuri did not know existed. How easily Otabek could come undone, how easily Otabek could work him. Otabek caught his eye and the corner of his mouth smiled at him and Yuuri could only feel the blush creep back up his cheeks.

"Yeah, I need to shower… I feel sticky," Yuri said as he went to stand up, putting his hands on his lower back, stretching backwards a bit.

A pat on his knee, and Yuuri moved so Victor could get up. He grabbed the platter they had the food out on, and Yuuri followed with the empty wine glasses. Victor set it all in the sink, then turned and cupped his chin in his hand. A soft smile and he was kissing him gently.

"You looked so beautiful tonight," Victor said.

Pressing his face into Victor's robe, it still got to him when Victor said those things to him. Wrapping his arms around Victor, they stood quietly for a moment in the kitchen embracing.

"So how do you work this damn thing?" Yuri yelled from down the hall, already at the bathroom.

Victor laughed and kissed the top of his head. "I swear he has no patience."

"Would you expect anything less?" Yuuri asked.

Victor took his hand and led him down the hallway. He did love the flat that Victor had. It was only two bedrooms, but large. He remembered the first time he saw the bathroom, he just stood there, shocked. The tub was large enough to comfortably fit two people, and the shower stall even larger. There were different shower heads around the walls and different knobs turned them on. At the back side of the shower, a bench where you could change the knobs and make it a steam bath. Yuuri always joked with Victor that he married him for his bathroom.

Once they stepped into the bathroom, Yuri was already naked, in the shower looking at the knobs and handles. Otabek was just casually looking around the room.

"Seriously, do I need to take a fucking class on how to start the shower?" Yuri asked.

Yuuri had to laugh as he felt the same way when he first stepped in there. Hanging up his robe, he joined Yuri in the shower and started up the water. The good thing was, he could start a different showerhead at a time, let it warm up, move under the warm water and slowly start the others.

Victor loved everything large and grand, and he made sure his entire flat was that way. At times it overwhelmed Yuuri, sometimes just a simple shower after practice and he felt the large shower stall was being wasted by him just using one shower head and a small corner of the stall. Times like this, once Victor and Otabek joined them, he was glad.

It was not crowded, but they easily bumped into one another. Victor had gotten the body wash he kept on the shower shelf and started to lather up sponges and pass them around. Yuuri loved the rich spicy smell of the soap, and once Victor found out Yuuri loved it, he ordered bottles of it.

A hand on his shoulder and Yuuri spun around to see Yuri staring at him.

"Let me jerk you off," Yuri bluntly said.

He could only blink. Hadn't they all just fucked already?

"C'mon pig! Yours is the only cock I haven't touched here yet!" Yuri said, his hand on Yuuri's waist, fingers pressing into his skin.

Looking over at Victor, he saw the small smile and nod from him. Turning back to Yuri, he cupped his chin and lifted his face up, brushing his lips over Yuri's, he could feel Yuri's hand moving on his hip, where his cock hung limp between his legs.

"You know, Koneko-chan, he already got off once, will take more than a hand job to get him off again," Victor said.

"Does the same go for you?" Otabek asked Victor.

Victor turned to Otabek, "Yes" was all he replied with.

It was always hard to angle your head in the shower so you did not drown as you kissed someone under the water. Pushing Yuri back so he was against the tile, the water ran down his back, and not on their faces. He knew what Yuri wanted to touch, but he took his wrist and pinned them to the wall. Let him wait a bit more.

He kissed Yuri harder this time, licking at his bottom lip. When Yuri went to bite at him, Yuuri pulled back.

"No biting," Yuuri said.

A glare is what he was met with as Yuri snapped his teeth at him.

"I mean it, Yurio, no biting," Yuuri said, firmer this time.

Yuri groaned, but Yuuri leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was just their mouth and tongue. It was not that Yuuri had a problem with biting, he was just not in the mood for it. He really wasn't all for the pain factor, except a few isolated incidents. That was not what he wanted. Victor was more the type that got into the clawing and biting.

The steam built up around them as their wet bodies slid against each other. Yuri was hard again almost instantly. Pressing against his hip. He felt his cock start to swell slowly. It seemed the harder he held Yuri's wrist against the tile, the more he moaned and whined into his mouth.

The four of them had hung out, a lot. Even though Yuri and Otabek now shared a place a few blocks away, they were always over for dinner.

"You know, Yurio, you have your own flat," Yuuri would tease as they chopped vegetables for dinner. It was nights like this he felt he had a real family. They had grown so close in the last few years. Having Otabek move to Russia had been great. Yuri didn't seem as lonely and he didn't feel like a third wheel with him and Victor.

"Yeah, we have no food," Yuri said.

"Cause you won't go to the store," Otabek said as he came into the kitchen, kissing Yuri's cheek.

"Asshole! It is your turn to go!" Yuri growled out.

"I went last time," Otabek said.

"And I gave you a blow job the other day as a bribe to go!" Yuri said.

"I told you, it was your turn," Otabek said, grabbing a slice of pepper and leaving to go back out to the living room where Victor was going over music for new programs.

"Yurio, are you being stubborn again?" he asked.

"No! That asshole thinks it is my turn when I went last and got his damn beer he wanted," Yuri said.

He had to shake his head. He liked that Otabek would stand up to Yuri and not back down. It was what Yuri needed, someone to challenge him. He knew Victor and Yakov always gave into Yuri, making him spoiled and sometimes entitled. With Otabek around, he forced Yuri to do things on his own.

Even on nights like this, since they were always at dinner, they always paired off and cooked. Tonight was Yuuri and Yuri's turn. They were doing a simple stir fry, but sometimes just being there, doing simple things like chopping vegetables- it was something he looked forward too.

Victor had cupped Otabek's chin, towering over him. He liked looking down and seeing dark eyes stare up at him. His cock in his hand, he stroked it hard, leaning down to kiss between Otabek's eyes before pushing him to his knees. He had turned off one of the shower heads so they would not get soaked as he did this.

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" Victor asked, loved the power he seem to have over Otabek. He had watched Otabek make Yuuri a mess, but he also saw how easily he gave into Yuuri. It was hard for Victor to submit, and he only did so for Yuuri.

Otabek nodded, his eyes staring at his cock. Victor had his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly, tapping Otabek's bottom lip with it. The way Otabek would just open his mouth, tongue hanging out, made Victor want to shove his cock deep into his throat.

No, he wanted Otabek to beg for it. Taking his hand out of Otabek's wet hair, he hooked his thumb in his cheek, pulling his lip to the side, rubbing his cock head along his bottom lip. Otabek was already drooling. Spit slowly slipping out the side of his mouth as Victor pulled at his lip.

He only allowed the head of his cock into Otabek's mouth, dragging it on his tongue then pulling back out. Stroking his cock more, Otabek watching, he removed his thumb and push two fingers into Otabek's mouth.

"Show me how you would suck me," Victor said.

Otabek stared him in the eyes as his lips wrapped around his fingers, his tongue swirling around his fingers as he gently sucked them. Pushing them further into his throat, Victor liked there was no gagging when he did so. Yuri had gagged quite a bit that night, but then again, so did Yuuri when they first got together.

There was spit coming out of Otabek's mouth, he did not take him to be a messy one when he did this- it was a pleasant surprise. Taking his eyes off Otabek for a moment, stroking his cock more, he looked over at Yuuri.

Yuri still looked so small pressed to the wall and Yuuri pressed against him. They had been kissing for some time, Yuuri held those thin wrist tightly as they softly moaned between them. It was a exciting to see this, and it was something Victor had secretly fantasize about for quite awhile.

Yuri had been so aggressive with him, but he saw that Yuuri had taken control over him, and planned to keep it.

"Looks like someone is taming your kitten," Victor said, never taking his fingers from Otabek's mouth. Slapping his cock gently to Otabek's cheek, the stubble on his cheek gave his cock a good sensation when he did so. Yuuri couldn't seem to grow but a little hair on his chin, and he did like it when Chris was with him- all that facial hair, getting messy and filthy.

Pulling his fingers out, Otabek's mouth opened, willingly wanting him. The water steamed up all around them, Yuri was making the cutest whining noises as Yuuri had him still pressed to the wall at her mercy, and Victor was ready to fuck Otabek's face.

Holding the base of his cock, he pushed it into Otabek's mouth, to the side, letting his cheek stretch around the head of his cock. Laying his hand on Otabek's cheek, he could feel the push each time he did it. Otabek never closed his mouth, left it open for him to slowly push in and out, pressing his cheek each time.

"Perfect," Victor said, moving his hand to grab his hair. "I saw how well you took my husband's cock, let's see how you handle mine."

Changing the angle of his cock, he started to press into Otabek's mouth, slowly as he did not really want to gag him. Nothing happen the deep her went till Otabek's nose was pressed against his pubes.

"Fuck," Victor groaned. This was not something he had expected. Pulling slowly back out, he could see the tears in Otabek's eyes as he looked up him. Running his thumb under his eye, he had to smile down at him. "Oh, maybe I was wrong, I always took our kitten to be the cockslut… I think it is you more than anything."

Pushing in and out of Otabek's mouth, it was wet, sloppy and the noises Otabek made in his throat made his balls tighten up as he did so. It had been quite some time since he had a chance to face fuck someone.

"So you are really ok with all this?" Victor asked Otabek as they tied their skates, waiting for Yuuri and Yuri to come from ballet.

"Yeah… I mean at first I thought Yura had lost his mind. He just blurted it out one night," Otabek said. "But the more I thought about it…" he shrugged.

"So you are ok watching Yurochka be fucked by someone else?" Victor asked.

"No, not just 'someone', but you two. I am ok with that."

Sitting up, Victor looked over at Otabek. He had gotten to know him better since he moved here. He saw how he took care of Yuri, and how happy he made him.

"Not everyone can handle it, you know?"

"Well, I had read up on it… some places said we need a mutual safe word," Otabek said.

"Exactly!" Victor said, glad Otabek was not going into this blind, "We always used the word 'Yakov'."

Otabek snorted.

"No! Seriously! Imagine getting all hot and bothered and someone yelling that man's name!" Victor laughed out.

At that moment, they both looked over where Yakov was glaring into the newspaper, scratching at his arm.

"You do have a point," Otabek said.

"Though in all honesty, think this through. It is not for everyone," Victor said, placing his hand on Otabek's knee.

Otabek nodded, turned to look at Victor, "Like I said, I trust you two… with my life."

Once Yuuri was able to get Yuri not to bite, their kisses were so wet and sloppy. Yuri had finally worked his hand around his cock, stroking him. Yuuri was so hard at this point, and Yuri was so fast with his hand. He wanted to tell him to slow down, but he did not want to break their kiss either.

Moving his hand, he put it over Yuri's and slowed him down. At this rate, Yuri would have pulled his dick off. Once Yuri got an easier rhythm going, Yuuri grabbed for his cock. How he could get it up so easily after cumming so many times was beyond him. The moment he stroked him, Yuri let off his mouth and hissed.

"Is it too much?" Yuuri asked, kissing him gently.

"I'm a little sore," Yuri breathed out, his body pink from the steam and arousal.

Moving his hand off his cock, Yuuri rolled his balls gently, watching Yuri press his head back to the tile of the wall. Kissing around his neck, Yuuri liked how thin his neck was. He kept his hands tender on Yuri's balls as he kissed around his neck, licking droplets of water than were running down his neck and collarbones.

"Can I fuck you?" Yuuri whispered in his ear.

"Only if the old man calls off practice tomorrow," Yuri said loud enough for Victor to hear. "I'm not going to be able to fucking walk right."

Both of them looked in the direction where Victor was currently thrusting his cock down Otabek's throat.

"Fine… just don't… expect… it… again," Victor panted out, never stopping his assault on Otabek's mouth.

"Fuck," Yuri breathed out, "That is hot as hell!"

Yuuri had to agree. Seeing Otabek on his knees, Victor' grabbing his hair and thrusting into his mouth- it was turning them both on even more. Neither could take their eyes off the two. Yuri's hand slowed to the point of just holding his cock while they watched. Victor looked over, winking at them both, then thrusted again, pushing Otabek's face into his crotch.

"I think they are ready to be fucked again, my love," Victor said as he ran his thumb under Otabek's eye, smearing his tears away.

He could only nod as he watched Victor help Otabek back up to standing. Taking a moment, Victor cupped the side of Otabek's face, "You did so good," then they were kissing deeply. The way Otabek clutched to Victor, as if his approval meant everything.

The hand on his cock gripped tighter as Yuri started to stroke him again.

"He has a huge praise kink," Yuri said.

Like it needed to be said. Yuuri had seen that immediately. He would never tell either how Victor loved to be degraded and humiliated. That was just for them two, behind their doors. It was not something they spoke about, or really talked about. They had their safe words, and each time, Yuuri pushed it a bit further.

"You think you can take being fucked, again?" Yuuri asked.

"Da, I'm not a breakable fucking doll," Yuri growled before leaning in to gently bite his bottom lip.

Yuuri knew he deserved that and laughed. At least he did not bite hard. Taking Yuri's hand, he led him over where the steam had built up at the benches, running his hands through his wet hair, kissing him.

Breaking from the kiss, Yuuri spun Yuri around, placing his hand between his shoulder blades and pushing him so he could put his hands on the bench. At this angle, Yuri was about the perfect height with his ass in the air the way it was.

Victor came up next to him, kissing him before he gestured for Otabek to do the same as Yuri was.

"Together?" Victor asked with a smirk.

Yuuri giggled, "You are ridiculous."

Victor holding Otabek's hips, with his cock between his ass cheeks, leaning sideways to kiss Yuuri. His grip was tighter on Yuri's hips as Victor's tongue dipped into his mouth and he pulled away gasping.

Victor got the lube ( who knows where it came from ok? ) and poured some over Otabek's entrance, then his own cock. With a wink, Yuuri smiled as Victor poured some on Yuri and him. Both of them grabbed their cocks, stroking the lube around, and Yuuri could not help but notice just how red Yuri's rim was from earlier.

He saw where Otabek and Yuri were holding hands as him and Victor pushed slowly into them. Water droplets were falling down Yuri's back from all the steam. Bending over, Yuuri licked at his shoulder blades while slowly thrusting in and out. He wanted to give Yuri a moment to get use to the intrusion, being as he knew how rough him and Victor had been. Yuri was so tight around him as he dragged his cock slowly back out.

Victor was giving Otabek no such regard. A quick pace, and Otabek had his head down, moaning on each thrust.

Yuri had arched his back up, turning his head. It was hard not to stay bent over him, wrapping his arm around his face, kissing him as he fucked him slowly. This kiss was all tongue and moans. The more Yuri bent backwards, the better his ass angled for him. He felt so damn warm and good. Kissing his shoulder, Yuuri lifted back up, quickening his pace. Yuri was loud, it echoed in the shower stall around them. Skin slapping, loud moans- it was all exhilarating. He couldn't place if it was the steam, the wine, or all the sex, but his body was fatiguing quickly. Yuri had taken to resting his head on his arms while he screamed out on each thrust.

Victor cupped the back of his head, pulling him sideways into a kiss. Their hips out of sync as they fucked, but they didn't care. Yuri and Otabek still held each other's hands as they moaned and stared into each other's eyes. Yuri had his other arm under his body, stroking himself as he about screamed out, louder than he had before, becoming impossibly tight around his cock.

Victor pulled off his mouth, and smiled at him, "Cum, Kobuta-chan."

It only took a few more thrust, he could feel Yuri clenching tight around him. He released deep into Yuri and fell on his back, kissing at his shoulder blade.

Turning back to his partner, Victor reached around and grabbed Otabek's cock. It took a few quick strokes and Otabek was moaning loudly, followed by Victor. They were all breathing heavy as Yuuri slid out of Yuri, and fell to the shower floor. He couldn't see a damn thing from the steam, but was able to rest his head on Yuri's thigh once he turned to sit on the side of his hip.

"Fuck, you need cushions in here," Yuri grumbled.

Victor had slid down to the shower floor, only the front shower heads going, raining over their two sets of legs. Otabek was still bent over the bench, his knees to the floor.

It seemed to take longer for their breathing to return to normal and their pulses slow down. Yuri was running his fingers through Yuuri's hair. Victor was the first to get up, and stand over in the far corner of the shower, rinsing down. Yuuri's body was so worn out, he used the bench for leverage getting up and went to lean on Victor, allowing him to wash him down.

"Those two are going to fall asleep in here," Victor said, kissing his neck.

"We are all tired," Yuuri replied.

"You know we can hear you," Yuri growled.

"Then come wash down, Koneko-chan. Once you do that, you can go to bed," Victor said.

Groaning, Yuri got up and pulled Otabek to his feet. Victor started up the other two shower heads so they all could wash properly. Yuri and Otabek looked to be sleeping on their feet. They didn't stay any longer than they needed to, getting out large towels and ushering the two down the hallway.

"Both of you, just sleep in and we will go out for something to eat once we all wake up," Victor said, pushing them both into the spare room.

Yuri gave them both a longing look. Yuuri knew that look. Walking forward, he cupped Yuri's face in his hands, kissing him good night. It was like Yuri had melted against him at that instant. Yuri was sleepy and needed to rest. Turning to Otabek, he cupped his cheek and gave him a quick kiss before they backed out the room.

"That was sweet of you," Victor said, taking Yuuri in his arms, kissing him the moment they made it back to their room.

"I couldn't help it, he looked like a tired little kitten," Yuuri giggled out.

Victor kissed down his neck. Removing the towel around his waist.

"Now, I plan to reclaim you," Victor whispered as a shiver ran down Yuuri's spine.