For the love of coffee

Iced Cappachino

The reply came that his coach would send over a cleaner later that day. Feeling a bit better, Viktor kicked some boxes off of the sofa beside Yuri. He sat down. Makkachin was investigating the boxes for left over delights.

"Oh, he shouldn't do that. I should clean up." Yuri jumped back up.

"Go shower, change your clothes. I'm kidnapping you. Pack a bag for a day or two, it's almost the weekend again!" Viktor cried in delight.

"What?" Yuri blinked at him.

"I'm taking you away from this. Don't worry, I know places to help you heal up!" As he talked, Viktor escorted Yuri to the bathroom.

Standing by the door, Viktor waited until he heard the shower turn on. Then, he went into Yuri's bed room. At least it was clean. He sighed, searching through the closet, the chest at the foot of the bed then, finally, under the bed, Viktor found what he was looking for. A large suitcase. He propped it open on top of the bed.

Moving back to the closet, he pulled out outfits. Yuri's clothing choice was... well... not Viktor's! He wore mostly browns or blacks. There were a few whites and some blue, one red pair of sweatpants. Viktor shook his head at this. He would take Yuri shopping. It would be their first outing as boyfriends!

With a smile, Viktor went back to the front of the apartment. He opened the door. Retrieving the bag, box and one small carton, he had left there, he brought in the tally of gifts he had yet to give his trusted boyfriend. He placed each item, carefully in the suitcase. Making sure nothing was overlooked, Viktor set out the last outfit.

The shower shut off. Viktor moved to the door. The handle wasn't locked. With a delighted grin, he walked inside.

"VIKTOR!" Yuri cried out, attempting to cover his nakedness switchable flimsy green towel.

"Posh! It's not like I don't see the naked man on a daily basis! I practically live in locker rooms!" Viktor scolded.

"I brought you clothes. Bring out whatever toiletries you need to take with you." With that he breezed back out of the room.

Giggling to himself, he could hear Yuri muttering. There was a knock on the front door. Viktor moved to open it. There stood an older teen. They had blond hair with a patch of red in the front. Eyes as large as dinosaur eggs, rose up to latch onto Viktor's face. The man beamed.

"I know you! I saw you skate with Yuiro!" cried the over excited silver skater.

"UH, you, you did?" the teen all but whimpered.

Then, Viktor saw his shift, he became more confident!

"Did Yuri see? Did he like it? I tried copying his junior skate from the ice Castel. I saw it online. That step sequence was off the hook. I fell nearly every day trying to get it right!" the little firecracker rambled on.

"Yurio doesn't watch his competitors." Viktor scuffed.

"Whose Yurio? I am a huge fan of Yuri Katsuki! He is an amazing skater the way he dose...." Viktor placed a large thin fingered hand over the boy's mouth.

"You are very loud and excitable. Yuri is going through something right now. He can't have this..." Viktor waved to the energy around the teen.

"Can you just give him..."

"Viktor, what are you... or hi Minami!" Yuri was dressed in a soft grey tee short, a blue hoodie, black jeans and was adding sneakers on as he spoke.

"Oh, uh, I just wanted to give you this." Minami held out a thing package. Yuri took it.

Inside was a DVD. He looked toward the young one, who was fidgeting on the steps.

"Just, just watch it." The teen cried before rushing away. All of this was caught by the multitude of adoring fans in the parking lot.

"Let's go!" Viktor cried. He picked up the suitcase. Yuri frowned.

"What have you done?" he demanded.

"Not now!" Viktor chuckled as he waved to the fans. He held Makkachin's leash in that hand.

"Just lock up, oh Yakov has a maid coming to clean for you." Viktor gave Yuri the details.

Yuri sent a text to the owner of the restaurant to allow the maid into his rooms. He also said he would be away until sometime Sunday night.

Once he got a reply, he told Viktor. Yuri's bag was added to the trunk of the car. It already had several matching bags inside. Viktor held the door for Yuri. Makkachin had leapt in as soon as the door opened. The dog sat grinning, while wagging his tail, as he waited for his humans.

Viktor, caught Yuri's shoulder before he could get inside. A sweet light kiss, touched the dark haired photographer's lips. Yuri was mildly surprised, but gave into the kiss. He knew there were a hundred camera's photographing it. Cheeks red, Yuri pulled back. Viktor grinned as he touched the pink streaks.

"Too cute!" He muttered rubbing their noses together.

Yuri said nothing, as he ducked inside the car. Makkachin moved over, giving the male a bit of room. The dog laid down, placing his head in Yuri's lap. There were ohs and ahs from outside. Viktor got in, scratching the dog's head. The door closed. The driver got in. Carefully, the car maneuvered itself out of the parking lot. Viktor looked at Yuri.

"Where are you taking me?" Yuri demanded.

"A cabin, in the woods..." Viktor smirked wickedly.

Yuri rolled his eyes. They had watched that movie a few days ago

. "Alright, but you're not planning on killing me, right?" he gave a tiny smile.

Viktor, enthusiastically, clapped his hands. He dropped himself over Yuri's shoulders.

"You remembered! I will only kill you with my love and affection!" Viktor promised, by kissing the other's neck. Yuri snorted.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, but the slight smile didn't vanish from his lips.

"It's a bit of a drive, want to watch that DVD?" Viktor offered.

Yuri pulled it out. Viktor's town car had a play system in it. He pressed a button to lift up the device in the arm rest. Once the disc was inserted, music flowed over them. A screen came down over top of the one separating the driver from the back seat.

Yuri watched, amazed, at all his skating exploits. Jumps, turns, sassiness, step sequences. Every good point from the time he was five, when he started skating. He assumed it would end right before that fateful day. It didn't.

In fact, that fall was on the disc. Yuri tried to look away, but Viktor wouldn't allow him. After that, Yuri reached to shut off the disc, but more images came up. These were of Yuri skating at his favorite rink. It was near his parents home.

Yuri recalled each of these times. Yuuko and Phichit were the only ones there. He watched as he, quite expertly, mimicked Viktor's latest program. There were years of this. Everything from the time he had been eighteen up until just last year.

"You told me you hadn't skated in a while." Viktor purred in his ear.

"I told you, I hadn't skated at that rink, since moving out here." Yuri corrected.

"Every year I go home for holiday. I always visit two places, my old dance instructor and that rink." He stated.

"Well, I'm glad we are going to your parents spa. I can't wait to see the place that created you." Viktor winked.

"WHAT?" Yuri cried out. Viktor laughed, joyfully hugging his prisoner.