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For the past day or so, Yuuri had been in and out of a state of rest, agony, and drowsiness. For the most part, he slept. It felt good, he could escape from his thirst for a while, as well as allow his mind to rest. He was still thinking about the events that had transpired on Friday, much to his displeasure. Thankfully, sleeping was what made it all go away.
However, sometimes Yuuri couldn’t will himself to sleep like he hoped for, and often times found himself wandering (while stumbling) around his apartment. He tried to tire himself, but he’d normally end up walking into a wall, or tripping over his own feet.
Regardless, Yuuri prayed for April to come. He’d have blood, and his helplessness would begin to fade. Maybe he could even fix things with Viktor, but the thought made him wince. He still needed to explain things to Viktor, but the idea made him want to sleep, and so he did.
As Monday rolled around, Yuuri did nothing but sleep, however the thirst he suffered was becoming harder and harder to deal with. He hated the feeling, his throat dry and his stomach churning. He felt weak, and his wounds weren’t healing, rather they stung.
Much to Yuuri’s surprise, he could hear the sound of knocking from his apartment’s entrance. It willed him awake, at least, but his mind was muddled from drowsiness and thirst. Yuuri sat for a moment, rubbing his eyes and tiredly trying to decipher who was calling his name from the door.
It was hard, but after a moment, the gears began turning in his head. His eyes popped open, and his hands threw the blanket he had tangled around himself partly to the side.
“Yuuri!” Yelled Viktor, his voice frantic and hurried.
Yuuri, at first, was surprised. Why was Viktor at his apartment? Yuuri, for one, knew Viktor should be at practice, not at his doorway sounding desperate or a worried mess. However, Yuuri soon felt scared. Viktor couldn’t see Yuuri like this, he still was littered with bruises, and his eyes were likely still a crimson red.
Quickly going to stand, Yuuri forgot to fully remove the blanket from his feet, and yelped. Thanks to the blanket, Yuuri tumbled to the floor, and although not very hard, he landed right on his bruised arm. Grapping his arm, Yuuri hissed in pain as he rubbed at the irritation flaming from his forearm. Letting out a shaky sigh, Yuuri could feel the tears brimming in his eyes. He was so frustrated, and in a shit ton of pain.
Viktor could hear Yuuri’s weak yelp from the doorway, and his eyes shot open. He called once again for the boy, but to no luck. He’d been knocking for a few minutes, yet his only reply was the soft, painful, yelp. Viktor thought he couldn’t get any more frantic, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
Viktor finally subtracted his hand from the door, and slowly rubbed his irritated skin. Viktor was nervous, unsure of what to do. He could knock again, or try calling Yuuri. However, Viktor doubted calling would help, as he’d learned from his other failed attempts. Seeing how knocking didn’t work much either, Viktor yelled for Yuuri again, but to no surprise, he didn’t receive a reply.
Pursing his lips, Viktor looked towards the doorknob, curious to see if he could open the door. It was a dumb idea, and a desperate one at that, but Viktor felt there was no other choice. Yuuri was likely hurt, he wanted to help. Touching his hand to the doorknob, Viktor twisted, and much to his surprise, he found the door was indeed opened.
His eyes widened in surprise, he saw Yuuri as the type to always lock their doors, even more evidence to something being wrong with the boy. “Yuuri, I’m coming in!” Yelled Viktor. He waited for a moment, hoping for some sort of reply, but what he heard was what made his heart sink. Whimpering, albeit soft, Viktor could hear it, much to his despair.
Wasting not a moment of time, Viktor swung the door open, eyes frantically searching for the raven vampire. Instantly, Viktor’s eyes caught Yuuri, lying on the ground while clutching his arm. Quickly, Viktor shut the door (locking it this time) and fell to Yuuri’s side, his eyes wide.
He could see bruises, all of which were littered across Yuuri’s deathly pale skin. Viktor felt his heart sink, questions and hate fluttering through his mind. Viktor’s eyes showed sorrow, but glimpses of rage directed towards the person responsible for Yuuri’s state.
“V-Viktor,” Yuuri mumbled, his voice soft yet saturated with anguish and confusion.
Carefully, Viktor moved Yuuri into a more comfortable position as he cradled him in his arms. Moving back a few strands of Yuuri’s raven hair, Viktor could catch a good look of what Yuuri was dealing with. Yuuri’s face was twisted in pain, and his eyes were sewn shut. Looking to Yuuri’s lips, Viktor frowned at the sight. They looked dry, and if the red gash wasn’t any indication, Yuuri had a busted lip.
“Yuuri, it’s going to be okay,” Said Viktor, his voice low and warm, which sent sparks through Yuuri’s dead weight body.
Taking in a deep breath, Yuuri weakly pushed Viktor away. Although the action was fruitless, Viktor stopped himself, and sent a questioning look to Yuuri.
“You can’t be here,” Yuuri mumbled, his teeth clenched as he tried to hide his fangs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Shaking his head, Viktor lifted Yuuri from the ground with ease. Weakly, Yuuri shook his head. “Viktor, please,” Yuuri begged, his eyes still shut in hopes of hiding his crimson eyes.
Still ignoring Yuuri, Viktor took him to his bedroom. Thankfully, the apartment was small, and it wasn’t hard to find Yuuri’s room. Nudging the door, Viktor carefully placed Yuuri on his bed, crouching down beside him.
“Yuuri, I know you won’t hurt me,” Said Viktor, his voice confident, making it hard for Yuuri to deny him.
Searching for the right words, Yuuri clasped his hands over his face, gently shaking his head. “You don’t understand,” Yuuri replied quietly.
Viktor sighed, gently moving his fingers through Yuuri’s hair. It was relaxing, and if not for their circumstances, Yuuri would have gratefully leaned into Viktor’s touch. Yet Yuuri couldn’t, and took what he was given. He felt guilty, and weak. Showing this side to Viktor was worst of all, and it made want to cry.
Viktor bit his lip, his brow furrowed in search of his own reply. “Yuuri you don’t have to hide it anymore, I know what you are,” Viktor said slowly, a gentle way allowing for Yuuri’s mind to process every word.
Yuuri’s breath hitched, a shudder ravishing his frame. He wondered how Viktor could have known, and why he did. Yuuri wanted to tell him when his mind wasn’t a train wreck, and especially when his body wasn’t so weak.
“Yuuri, it’s okay,” Viktor replied hurriedly, surprised at Yuuri’s reaction. Yuuri shook his head gently, sniffling back a few tears.
“I wanted to tell you Viktor,” Yuuri mumbled quietly, “I wanted to tell you when I wasn’t so weak.”
“You’re not weak, Yuuri,” Viktor replied, his voice now soothing and warm. “You’re very strong and kind. It doesn’t matter how your body looks or how you feel, you’ve hid being a vampire for so long, and tried so hard to work and make time with me,” Viktor sighed, his eyes now showing small hints of guilt, “Even when you were sick with no blood, and I couldn’t see it.”
Yuuri froze, his eyes now wide with surprise. For a moment, and some odd reason to Yuuri, he could feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Viktor wasn’t upset over his status, and he talked to him like usual. Viktor was giving Yuuri such warmth and kind words, which made it easier for Yuuri to breath. He felt flattered in a way, and a little happier as well.
Creeping up behind his clasped hands, Yuuri finally looked at Viktor, uncaring of the crimson that tinted his eyes. Viktor looked sad, something that betrayed his kind, soothing words. “How did you know about the blood?” Yuuri asked quietly as he finally removed his hands.
Viktor gave him a small smile, which made the atmosphere a little less dreadful, thankfully. “I’ll tell you if you promise not to be upset,” Viktor teased, his hand still cradling through Yuuri’s hair.
With a quizzical look, Yuuri agreed, still curious to why he would be upset. “Yuri gave me a little insight when I asked what you might have wanted to tell me on Friday,” Viktor replied. Yuuri’s mouth formed a large “O” as he came to an understanding.
It made sense at least. Yuri was the only other vampire that Viktor spoke with that knew of Yuuri’s status. Yuuri couldn’t really find himself to be upset, mostly due to the fact that he was too tired to do so. However, if anything, he felt slightly annoyed and thankful. Annoyed as Yuuri wished that he could have told Viktor, rather than Yuri, yet also thankful that the task allowed Viktor to be by his side, regardless of his now known status.
“I’m sorry if I startled you, but I came to help,” Said Viktor, a kind smile forming on his lips.
Yuuri took a moment to reply, unsure of what to say. Viktor likely couldn’t do much, although the sentiment was greatly appreciated. The best Viktor could do was look after Yuuri, and maybe grab him some ice for his tender skin. However, Yuuri couldn’t deny his instincts, and his memory. The smell of Viktor’s blood was still in his mind, and he couldn’t deny what he truly wanted.
Vitkor had come to help him, yet all Yuuri could think of was the Russian’s blood. It made him feel disgusting, and even more frustrated with himself. Yuuri’s soft expression had now changed into something sad, a frown stretching across his lips.
“Yuuri? If something’s wrong, you can tell me, or ask me to leave,” Said Viktor, his voice gentle which gave Yuuri some peace at mind.
Shaking his head, Yuuri sigh, his face softening yet again. Viktor had such a nice way with words, a way the met Yuuri where he needed him the most. Viktor didn’t push to much nor pull, but met Yuuri half way. Feeling a bit more relaxed, Yuuri replied.
“You being here is enough, but what I need help with is….” Yuuri’s voice trailed off, unsure if he would allow the word to leave his lips.
With a somber expression, Viktor replied, shocking Yuuri. “I know, you need blood. I wanted to offer you some of my own,” Viktor sighed, suddenly becoming a bit nervous. “You’ve done a lot for me, it’s the least I could do, but I’m not sure if you’d except?” Viktor finished, his last few words forming into a slight question.
Yuuri would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t want it. Of course, Yuuri craved it. However, Yuuri knew he could wait, as there were only a few more days till his blood supply would come in, yet he still craved it. His body still remembered the smell of Viktor’s tempting blood, and seeing how Yuuri was being offered it, he felt little room to reject it.
Taking in a deep breath, Yuuri moved his hand to Viktor’s cheek. At the touch, Viktor’s skin was smooth and soft, just as Yuuri imagine it. In a loving way, Yuuri slowly traced his thumb over Viktor’s cheek, causing the Russian to blush.
A smile found its way to Yuuri’s lips. He didn’t want to hurt Viktor by taking his blood, but the fact that he offered meant the world. Viktor must be surprised at Yuuri’s status, or confused onto how to feel, yet he was offering something so kind. Yuuri felt loved, and he happily embraced the feeling, if not for the escape from his rampaging emotions.
“Thank you, Viktor, it means the world that you offered,” Said Yuuri, exhaling a long breath as he continued. “But I don’t want to hurt you, that’s the one thing I promised myself not to do.”
“But Yuuri.”
“I can wait,” Intervened Yuuri. “I can wait few more days, so just, stay by my side?”
Viktor starred at Yuuri, confusion and sadness showing in his eyes. “But you can’t excuse yourself from the pain. I don’t care if you can wait, Yuuri, you don’t deserve this. Even if it can’t heal all your wounds, my blood can do something, right?” Viktor questioned, his voice sounding desperate
Yuuri halted his hand, his eyes widened in shock. Viktor looked desperate, something so far form his natural self that it irked Yuuri. Yuuri only remembered seeing Viktor like this when they were at the park, an event that had long since passed.
Having Viktor’s blood, as the skater had said, wouldn’t instantly heal his wounds, however it’d have an effect. Yuuri would likely feel rejuvenated somewhat, his mind becoming less foggy in best case scenario. It was tempting, yet Yuuri still felt conflicted onto whether or not to agree to Viktor’s offer.
“Viktor,” Yuuri warned softly, “You don’t have to force yourself, I can make it till my next supply.”
Shaking his head, Viktor moved his hand from Yuuri’s hair, placing it on Yuuri’s. Gently, he removed Yuuri’s hand from his cheek in trade for clasping it between his own hands. Viktor tightened his grip, his eyes showing a determination that made Yuuri shocked.
“Yuuri, it was my idea to give you blood in the first place, I never had to force myself. I want to help, even if that means giving blood,” Viktor stated, his face leaning down to give a soft kiss to Yuuri’s hand, “So please, take some blood.”
Yuuri felt his heart jump, the blood rushing to his face. The gesture was so intimate, that Yuuri couldn’t help but be a bit flabbergasted. However, Yuuri collected himself, and allowed his mind to process a reply.
Viktor wanted to help him, and he wanted to give Yuuri blood. It made Yuuri feel warm and tingly, a giddy sensation he’d long since forgotten. If Viktor truly felt the way he did, Yuuri couldn’t will himself to deny. Although he was still hesitant, Yuuri had come to his own conclusion.
“Okay,” Yuuri said hesitantly, “But if you want me to stop, or if it hurts, then tell me.”
With a soft smile, Viktor placed Yuuri’s hand back on his bed, treating it like fragile glass. “Thank you, Yuuri,” Said Viktor. Standing from his crouched position, Viktor helped Yuuri sit up, carefully leaning his back to the wall. As Yuuri watched, he couldn’t help but allow a smile to tug at his lips. Viktor looked a little nervous as he helped Yuuri, likely scared that he’d hurt him. Yuuri found it endearing, however he did want to comfort Viktor.
“Viktor, you don’t have to be nervous,” Yuuri comforted, causing Viktor to chuckle.
“I’ve never saw someone I cared for so deeply in a state like yours,” Viktor replied as he moved onto the bed, sitting beside Yuuri, “It has me a little worried.”
Yuuri let out a breathless nose as, yet again, he felt the blood rushing to his face. Viktor let out a small chuckle, ultimately lightening the nervous mood that they set between themselves. Removing his jacket, Viktor placed it to the side, a smile forming on his face.
“I’m not so sure what happened after this, so I entrust my body to you, Yuuri,” Said Viktor, an innocent smile plastered on his face.
Letting out a sigh, Yuuri used whatever sarcasm he could muster to role his eyes. Viktor, of course, had to phrase something so simple in a way that could be taken as a joke. “Viktor,” Yuuri chided, causing Viktor to let out a soft giggle.
Hesitantly, Yuuri moved his hands to Viktor’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Undressing Viktor was awkward, but Viktor continue to give Yuuri a reassuring smile, something that seemingly pushed Yuuri to continue. Bashfully, after completely unbuttoning Viktor’s shirt, Yuuri looked up to meet with Viktor’s eyes.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” Warned Yuuri, his voice meek and expression worried.
“I’m sure Yuuri, I know you won’t hurt me,” Said Viktor as he laced his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, “I have faith.”
Yuuri’s worried look instantly morphed into something soft and pure, happy that Viktor would trust him so much. He wouldn’t betray that trust, nor that kind smile. He could control himself, he could allow Viktor to trust him.
“Thank you,” Mumbled Yuuri as he inched closer to Viktor’s neck. He could feel Viktor tense up a bit, but Yuuri soothingly rubbed circles against Viktor’s back. Soon, Viktor’s tenseness eased as Yuuri repositioned himself to sitting in Viktor’s lap.
Yuuri didn’t think much of the action, however he noticed a small blush on Viktor’s face. However, Yuuri acted ignorant, and ignored Viktor’s blush as he slightly removed Viktor’s shirt from his shoulder. At least Yuuri could say Viktor wasn’t completely shirtless, meaning he’d be saving himself some embarrassment.
Glancing back to Viktor’s gaze, Yuuri gave him a questioning look. “Ready?” Yuuri mumbled. Viktor replied with a nod, smiling in a way that coaxed Yuuri to continue.
Then, although hesitantly, Yuuri lightly laved his tongue against Viktor’s skin, sending shivers down the Russian’s spin. Grabbing onto Viktor’s shoulders, Yuuri widened his mouth, displaying his sharp, white fangs as he sunk them into Viktor’s skin.
At the impact, Viktor jolted, a bit surprised at the strange sensation. It was similar to the feeling of getting a shot, with a strange pressure on his skin and the awkward feeling of something foreign sunk into his skin. Viktor sat stalk still, send a glance to Yuuri, who seemed slightly hesitant.
Reassuringly, Viktor rubbed soothing circles against Yuuri’s back, similar to what the former had done earlier. Yuuri responded to the touch instantly, hesitation seeming to disappear from him almost completely.
Tightening his grip, Yuuri began to suck, taking Viktor’s blood slowly. It was weird, feeling his blood being taken in such a way. The best way to describe it was like donating blood, yet it felt a bit more extreme. Surprisingly, Viktor didn’t feel any pain, besides the strange tingle his skin received from Yuuri’s fangs and the uncomfortableness he had in his neck.
After a moment, Yuuri slowly allowed his teeth to unclench, pulling away to meet Viktor’s face. Yuuri didn’t take much blood, probably around the amount one would give for donations, meaning Viktor didn’t feel that woozy. Looking down to Yuuri, he could see the boy held a melancholy look, something that irked him.
“Thank you,” Mumbled Yuuri, his eyes downcast. Viktor’s brow furrowed, his hands lacing through Yuuri’s hair, a habit he’d absently picked up. “Yuuri are you okay?” Viktor questioned.
Yuuri loosened his grip on Viktor’s shoulders, using one hand to wipe away the small blood trail that dripped from his lips. “I’m fine,” Yuuri replied, feeling a little rejuvenated, “but I feel a bit disgusting.”
Confused, Viktor leaned closer, looking Yuuri dead in the eye. Viktor silently mouth ‘why’ to Yuuri, who seemed to be lost in thought. “Because, I drank your blood,” Yuuri replied meekly, suddenly feeling a bit more self-aware of his bloodied lips, “It must look and feel disgusting to have a vampire drink your blood.”
Shaking his head, Viktor moved to place his hands on Yuuri’s cheeks, moving his face upwards to meet his eyes. “Yuuri there is nothing disgusting about what you did, so you don’t have to feel that way,” Said Viktor, a smile lacing his lips, “Taking blood is fine, that’s just who you are, and there can never be anything disgusting about you.”
Yuuri sat, still from shock. Everything Viktor had said sent sparks through him, and he felt like he wanted to cry from relief. For so long, Yuuri had believed he was disgusting, but Viktor could easily throw the notion away. He felt loved, and so thankful that his words failed him. Yuuri shrugged away Viktor’s hands and moved closer, resting his against Viktor’s warm chest.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around Viktor as he nuzzled into his chest. He could feel his shoulders shaking as tears fell from his eyes. “Thank you,” Whispered Yuuri, startling Viktor, “Thank you for all you’ve done.”
Viktor smiled, hugging Yuuri in return. Yuuri was relieved, something Viktor could easily see. Viktor didn’t feel the need to stop Yuuri from crying this time, as he knew Yuuri was letting go some emotions he had bottled up. So, he happily laced his hands through Yuuri’s hair, humming as to sooth Yuuri’s shaky breaths.
After a while, Yuuri stopped crying in trade for sleep. Peacefully, Yuuri fell asleep against Viktor, whom was still hugging Yuuri. Carefully, Viktor lied Yuuri down, admiring how beautiful the boy looked. Viktor felt blessed to be with such a person. Letting out a yawn, Viktor found himself dozing off with Yuuri, completely sated as his mind wandered into sleep.
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When Yuuri woke up, he found the light that had once been filtering into his room was gone, and that the clock beside him read 8:00 P.M. rather than 10:00 A.M. Jolting from is resting position, Yuuri frantically looked around the room, events prior beginning to be recalled.
He ran through each event, finding himself worried onto where Viktor might have gone. Looking beside himself, Yuuri noticed Viktor’s jacket, meaning he hadn’t left. Sighing in relief, Yuuri moved his legs over the side of the bed with a pleasant surprise, he didn’t feel as wobbly as he had earlier in the day.
Viktor had both given him comfort and blood, something Yuuri was becoming even more grateful for. Unfortunately, his tender skin felt no different, so he winced when standing as the apparent soreness in his bones set in. Sifting awkwardly around the room, Yuuri leaned against the wall beside his dresser, looking into the mirror above the dresser and letting out a groan. His eyes were puffy, a reminder of his tears earlier, not to mention his skin was still pale. However, something Yuuri smiled at, his skin wasn’t as pale as it once had been.
With a shrug, Yuuri trudged out of his room, walking down the hall to find the lights in his kitchen flicked on. Yuuri could see Viktor’s shadow from the hall, which relieved Yuuri to know end. “Viktor?” Yuuri called as he rounded the corners, his eyes wide with shock.
“Oh! Good evening sleeping beauty, did you have a nice nap?” Questioned Viktor as he turned to look at Yuuri. Yelping, Yuuri quickly shielded his eyes, nodding dramatically. “Yes, but Viktor!” Yuuri yelled, a blush working its way up his face, “Why don’t you have a shirt on?!”
Cocking his head to the side, Viktor looked down at himself, confused to why Yuuri was making such a fuss. Viktor normally wore briefs around his home, so being shirtless seemed noting but average. However, Viktor had to remind himself that he wasn’t in his home, which made him chuckle.
“I wanted to sleep with you, but it was so hot so I took my shirt off,” Replied Viktor innocently, a heart shaped smile decorating his lips.
Sighing, Yuuri found himself vaguely remembering Viktor lying beside him. He felt slightly embarrassed, especially for crying himself to sleep in Viktor’s arms, but the Russian didn’t seem fazed. “I see,” Mumbled Yuuri as he removed his hands, placing them to his side as he joined Viktor in the kitchen.
Glancing to Viktor’s shoulder, Yuuri could see a bandage now covered the bite mark. Guiltily, Yuuri reached his hand to the wound, looking over to Viktor with a worried look. “Are you okay? I didn’t drink too much, did I?”
Smiling, Viktor shock his head, making Yuuri untense. “I’m fine, it’s Justin really itchy,” Viktor smirked, “It’s like a bug bite so no harm.”
Sighing in relief, Yuuri smiled. “Good, thank you for helping me, Viktor. You’ve done so much, I don’t know what do in return,” Said Yuuri, his voice clear and uplifting to Viktor’s ears.
Lifting his arm, Viktor wrapped it around Yuuri’s shoulder, surprising the vampire somewhat. However, Yuuri leaned into the touch, his smile never faltering. “You don’t have to do anything, Yuuri,” Said Viktor, his voice seeming slightly downcast, “If anything, I haven’t done enough.”
Looking up to Viktor, Yuuri frowned. Viktor’s eyes seemed sad, betraying his kind smile. It worried Yuuri, whom pursed his lips in contemplation. “What do you mean?” Questioned Yuuri, his brow puckered in confusion.
Sighing, Viktor frowned. “I just,” Viktor paused, unsure of how to phrase it, “You’ve been there for me, making time for me, and making me happy with every moment that you’re with me, but I never did anything to help you. I never stopped to notice how sick you seemed, or tried to cater to your needs. I even gave you a hard time when you still needed to heal.”
Yuuri starred at Viktor, a frown forming on his lips. Viktor had it wrong, all wrong. Viktor was what made him want to try so hard this whole month, he was the person that let him fall in love, he was the person that made Yuuri happy.
Guiding Viktor’s head down to rest on his shoulder, Yuuri moved his fingers through Viktor’s platinum hair. “Viktor you’re wrong,” Said Yuuri, confidently, “You’ve given me so much more than you could ever imagine.”
Yuuri inhaled a long breath, smiling as he reminisced. “When I was a kid, I got bullied a lot, but when I watched you skate, it made me happy. I forgot about the bullying and became inspired to skate because of you, and even developed my first crush, which was you. Then one day, my crush came to see me, and spared me the time of day, even when I was a blushing mess. You made me so happy, and when the Blood Bank went dry, you made me try harder.
I wanted to see you and talk to you, which was why I wanted to make it through this bloodless month, even when things seemed hopeless. Viktor, you gave me a chance to love someone, and try harder, so you’ve given me a lot more than you think,” Said Yuuri.
On his shoulder, Yuuri could feel Viktor’s tears dampening his shirt. Viktor’s shoulders were shaking, yet he moved his hands to hug Yuuri. Chuckling, Yuuri continued to comfort Viktor. Yuuri found it funny how much of an emotional mess the two were, but he was fine with it.
Soon after, Viktor collected himself, and finally looked Yuuri in the eye. Viktor’s face still had few stray tears, which Yuuri lovingly wiped away. Smiling, Viktor settled his hands on Yuuri’s hips. “I didn’t know,” Viktor chuckled, “That you’ve had a crush on me for this long.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri shrugged. “Out of everything you could have said, that’s what you start with?” Yuuri questioned, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Viktor let out an innocent chuckle, sniffling back a few tears. “Fine let me start that again,” Viktor smiled softly, “I’m happy I gave you so much, and even happier that I fell in love with you.”
Chuckling, Yuuri blushed, leaning his head against Viktor’s chest. “I guess now would be a good time to say that I love you?” Yuuri mumbled, sending a glance to Viktor. Moving Yuuri closer, Viktor moved one of his hands to rest against Yuuri’s cheek, guiding Yuuri’s face to face him.
“Of course,” Viktor said, moving closer, chastely kissing Yuuri’s now soft lips. “I love you to.”
Blushing furiously, Yuuri couldn’t help but allow a dopy smile to stretch across his face. Everything felt right, and he was so pleased. Viktor was here, exchanging ‘I love yous’ regardless of Yuuri’s status. Yuuri was in bliss, pleased with the outcome of their relationship. Finally, Yuuri could say he loved someone.
Finally, Yuuri could say he like liked a human.