A/N: I'm cleaning out my drafts, I have like 6 fully written YOI fics in my drafts, ready to be posted, including this one and they've been neglected because of Dead Men Tell No Tales so I'm basically posting as and when I sit down and proof read each chapter for them!

This...I don't know what this is. It's ridiculous, it's dumb...hopefully it'll make you guys laugh?

Yuuri had woken up alone, in a dark room, with no Victor in sight. It had taken him a moment to remember where he was. Barcelona…..the Gand Prix Final….that's right. It was that thought that had him taking a trip through his memory, his competitors programs rushing through his head. It wasn't long before he was very close to freaking out. It was the memories of the last Grand Prix Final he'd attended that pushed him over the edge. He buried his face in his pillow, feeling suddenly very sad and very alone…and very in need of a certain Russian.

"Where are you Victor? I need you" he murmured to himself. He wasn't to know that he'd come to regret those words very, very soon. He was too lost in his own head to hear the familiar voices out in the hallway, but he couldn't miss the door to he and Victors room slamming open and the lights being thrown on.

"Yuuri I'm freezing, will you draw me a hot bath? I can't feel my toes!" Yuuri looked towards the sound of Victors voice, wincing slightly at the sudden flare of light. He completely missed what Chris was saying, because Victor was standing there in his swimming trunks, a towel wrapped around him making him look like the Russian version of ET. But with hair…and…abs….very…very firm….abs. Yuuri stared. "You were still sleeping?" he forcibly moved his gaze up to Victors face….in time to see the Russian throw his towel to the side and….oh no….NO! Victor launched himself at Yuuri, Chris not far behind. Yuuri tried to scramble backwards but Victor got to him first. Yuuri suddenly found himself buried under Victor. Which normally he wouldn't mind….but….

"YOU'RE FREEZING" he screeched, as Victors arms wound around his neck, making sure they were pressed together. He started to snuggle in to Yuuri…but Chris shoved him to the side, grabbing Yuuri's arm and clinging on. "Quit clinging to me, both of you!" Yuuri demanded. But they ignored him.

Yuuri quite enjoyed the idea of Victor clinging to him, wanting Yuuri to warm him up. He'd quite like to relax and ease his anxiety by snuggling the Russian until he was warm again. But that nice little mental image wasn't going to happen. Victor was practically smothering him as he struggled to keep his prime position, laying across Yuuri, clinging on to an arm and his neck like a monkey, while Chris was clinging to his other arm, trying to push Victor out of the way. Why is this happening to me? He whined internally.

"Warm me too Yuuri, I always thought we missed our chance" Chris said seductively, wriggling in to Yuuri's side more and winking up at him. Yuuri looked at him, blinking. Missed our chance? What's he talking about? Yuuri was confused, he'd met Chris before, and they'd chatted but there had never been anything flirty between them….well…not until that ass grab anyway. What was that all about anyway? Yuuri shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Yuuri asked Chris. Victor, who'd been moving around…snuggling….on Yuuri, way more than was appropriate with someone else in such close proximity, suddenly went still.

"Aw don't play coy, you seemed to enjoy my….moves at the b-" Chris was cut off by a glaring Victor who evidently didn't like Chris's comments and had kicked him off of the bed. The skater hit the floor with a loud thump. Victor had moved again, and was once again pressed against Yuuri, from head to toe. Yuuri couldn't quite see, Victor was sort of smothering him a bit still, but he was sure Victor was glaring at Chris. What's his problem? Yuuri wondered.

Chris shot to his feet. "Really Victor? You would resort to such a dirty trick to get Yuuri all to yourself?"

"My Yuuri" Victor said childishly, tightening his hold.

"Come now Victor, you were there. Don't you think I deserve my chance too?" Chris said, teasingly. Victor wasn't amused.

"I'm not joking Chris, stay away" Victor growled. Yuuri stared in surprise. Chris crept closer and closer to Victor.

"But i'm so cold Victor….I just want him to warm me a little" Chris pouted. Victor was about to retort when Chris pounced. He was merciless in his attack. Unfortunately for Yuuri he was trapped under Victor as he struggled helplessly against the onslaught of Chris's tickling. Victor tried so hard to keep his grip, but he was ultimately powerless against Chris's wriggling fingers.

"Noooooooo" Victor wailed as he accidentally released his grip. Chris shoved Victor off of Yuuri triumphantly. But Victor recovered quickly and sprang back up, shoving Chris away before he could take Victors spot. The next thing Yuuri knew he had a Russian clinging to one arm and a Swiss clinging to the other.

"He's mine" Victor said, giving Yuuri's arm a sharp tug.

"No, he's mine" Chris said, with a tug on Yuuri's other arm.

"I saw him first!" Victor said with another tug.

"Actually I think you'll find I did…" Chris said with another tug.

"Um..are we still talking about…uh…me being a heating pad for you two?" Yuuri butted in tentatively.

"SHHHHHH" they both hissed at him. Yuuri jerked back.

"I was at one of the qualifiers with him. You didn't see him until the Final" Chris said triumphantly. Yuuri shuddered at the dark glare on Victors face. He'd never seen him so….angry before.

"He's mine. My Yuuri!" Victor insisted.

"I'm not a human heating pad, I'm a human being!" Yuuri shrieked as they kept tugging him between the two of them.

"Yes, I saw you mark your territory on live TV" Chris snickered. "But it means nothing against my mature Eros" Chris smirked. Yuuri looked to Victor and felt a chill at the Russian's expression. Victor launched himself at Chris and the two went flying on to the floor. Yuuri didn't quite see what happened next, he'd moved backwards for his own safety, but it ended with Chris bundled up in a blanket on Victors bed, eyes peeking out and blinking owlishly.

"Unless you want a photo from your days as a sweet, pure little Swiss boy, to make their way to Instagram…you stay right there. Got it?" Victor cooed, Victor turned back to Yuuri who had been quietly shuffling away.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm still cold" Victor demanded. Yuuri flushed.

"Um…ah….uuur…"

Moments later Yuuri was wrapped up in Victors arms as Victor snuggled in to him under their blanket. His icey cold limbs sending chills through Yuuri. Yuuri couldn't relax though. Couldn't enjoy it. Not with their…spectator.

"But there's plenty of room, this is totally unfair! I just wanted to be warmed, how could you be so cruel?!" Chris whined, apparently unable to claw his way out of the cocoon Victor had wrapped him in.

"Don't be ridiculous Chris, Yuuri and I can barely fit as it is" Victor responded cheerfully, snuggling in further.

"You don't have to rub it in" Chris muttered and Victor's smile grew. "You're just worried that if I'm there Yuuri will realise that we belong together after our-" Chris was cut off when a pillow smacked him in the face.

"Pipe down Chris, it's snuggling time" Victor said evenly.

"Why must you leave me out in the cold like this? So unfeeling" Chris complained.

Yuuri sighed. It was going to be a long night.