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They were married on the beach in Hasetu with the reception being held at Yutopia. It was a small affair, and they managed to keep it out of the media until the newlywed couple was ready to share the good news. A few months in the future, a picture of Viktor in fuschia robes, his now shoulder length silver hair pulled back into an elegant ponytail, gazing lovingly into his new husband’s copper eyes as they exchanged rings would take the internet by storm, but for now all was peaceful. Well, as peaceful as an event could be with so many professional athletes gathered in one place.
Yurio, still angry that he had been chosen as the ring bearer, had gotten into a fight with JJ as soon as the reception had begun and had to be dragged away by both Mila and Otabek before blood was shed. Chris had hijacked the sound system and had been blasting music more suited for a strip club than his best friend’s wedding for an hour now, hoping it would inspire Yuuri to dance provocatively for his husband. Much to Phichit’s disappointment though, Yuuri was still sober enough to keep himself away from the stripper pole that had mysteriously appeared amidst the chaos. Georgi was sobbing quite loudly in a corner, every so often exclaiming to those nearby that the ceremony was just so beautiful that one couldn’t help but cry.
Viktor, currently leaning against a wall sipping his fourth screwdriver, watched his husband take another selfie with Phichit. Yuuri was stunning in his royal blue yukata, his fluffy black hair hiding part of his face now that it had grown out a bit. His smile was wide and genuinely happy as he let the Thai man kiss his check for the selfie. He smiled when Yuuri blushed at his friend’s compliments.
“You’re a lucky man Vitya, your Yuuri is so adorable. If you hadn’t claimed him as your own, I would devour him myself. He always looks so… delicious.” Chris whispered into Viktor’s ear seductively, having silently sidled up next the the Russian while he was preoccupied spying on his husband.
Viktor chortled at his Swedish best man. “I am lucky. Especially because Yuuri is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He smirked, remembering the whipped cream incident fondly and in great detail.
“It’s a shame we can’t get him to dance though.” Chris replied, watching Yuuri make his way over to them.
“Are you two over here gossiping again?” the Japanese man asked suspiciously before wrapping his arms around his husband.
Chris gasped and feigned innocence. “We would never!”
“Mmhmm, sure. And Yurio would never pick a fight.” They all laughed at that. “By the way Chris, I think Leo’s trying to take over as DJ again... “ At that, Chris rushed off to keep the Latino away from the sound system.
“You have me all to yourself, you clever man, what should we do now?” Viktor whispered.
“Dance with me, Vitya.”