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It’s been years since Yuuri and Victor’s first Christmas together. Yuuri experienced a lot of firsts with Victor: first love, first boyfriend, first olympic medal, first home, first Christmas. Each of the firsts that Victor has given Yuuri holds a very special place in his heart but the Christmas’ that they share together are by far the most magical.
Victor has the unique circumstance of sharing a birthday with Christmas which means Yuuri absolutely takes advantage of the opportunity to shower Victor with double the affection and gifts. But somehow every year Victor finds a way to out-gift Yuuri. Just one year Yuuri wants to get Victor a gift so special that he’s rendered speechless in awe.
It hasn’t happened yet.
It’s not that Victor doesn’t love Yuuri’s gifts, because he does, but year after year Yuuri gets him a gift that he’s sure will be perfect in every way possible and then Christmas day comes and Victor always pulls out a gift that leaves Yuuri awestruck and overcome with love.
Not this year. This year Yuuri has the perfect gift.
On Christmas morning Yuuri slips out of bed before Victor has the chance to wake up which is a feat in itself given the fact that Victor is usually the first one up and hangs onto Yuuri during the night like a cuddly koala bear. Somehow, Yuuri manages to get up and sneak out of their apartment to retrieve the gift at Yurio’s place where he managed to convince the young man to watch over the gift so Victor wouldn’t discover it.
The teen is grouchy, having to answer his door at an ungodly hour during his day off but Yuuri is sure to get out of his hair fairly quickly. He grabs Victor’s present and rushes back to their apartment, hoping to surprise his husband before he wakes up.
By some Christmas miracle Victor is still snoring away in bed, clutching Yuuri’s pillow to his chest and drooling ever so slightly, his hair wild and unkempt from his tossing and turning in bed. Yuuri takes a moment to watch his husband, completely overcome with love and devotion that this adorable loser is the man he married.
Yuuri doesn’t take too long admiring his husband because his gift starts squirming in his arms with impatience. Yuuri quietly hushes the little one and takes a seat at the edge of the bed.
The little poodle puppy thumps his tail rapidly against Yuuri’s arm at the sight of Makkachin laying at Victor’s feet. Makkachin lifts her head in interest and cranes her neck to sniff at the newcomer. Yuuri sets the puppy down and watches as it toddles across the bed to get to Makkachin, even once tripping over Victor’s blanket covered legs. Miraculously even through all the ruckus Victor stays asleep.
Who knew he became a heavy sleeper with old age?
“It’s your new brother Makka,” Yuuri whispers, lifting the poodle puppy over the obstacle of Victor’s legs so that they could get to know each other for a few moments. Makkachin seems surprised by the new addition but is happy to get to know a new friend, “Come on you two, let’s wake up daddy.”
“ Victor,” Yuuri coos leaning down and kissing Victor’s forehead. Victor stirs slightly but is ultimately too stubborn in waking up. With a devilish smirk, Yuuri picks up the puppy and sets him down next to Victor’s head and lets the kid have at it in meeting his new unconscious dad. The puppy wastes no time in kissing and nibbling at the helpless human.
“Makka! Not yet. We’ll go for a walk in a bit,” Victor groans keeping his eyes closed and shifts to try to turn away from all the love he was receiving this Christmas morning. Yuuri isn’t having any of that and neither is their new puppy child. Yuuri lifts the puppy and plops him down on the other side of the bed to give him access to Victor again.
The puppy lets out a high pitched playful yip and dives to pounce on Victor. Victor freezes and opens his eyes when he is caught with the realization that this dog is not Makka. Victor says nothing as he sits up in bed and takes the clumsy puppy into his arms.
“Merry Birthmas, Victor.” Yuuri says, sliding into bed and pressing a sweet kiss to Victor’s cheek.
At last, at long last Victor is shocked with pure awe and joy at a present that Yuuri has given him.
“I - you . . . we . . .” Victor stutters, searching for human words to convey whatever he’s feeling. The puppy continues to shower Victor with attention and playful energy. Makkachin wiggles over and closely watches the two interact with great interest.
“I know in most circumstances it’s dumb to give a pet as a gift because it's such a huge responsibility but we’ve been talking about getting another dog a lot lately.” Yuuri explains, “Is this ok?” Yuuri asks.
“I love him, Yuuri.” Victor beams, with joyful tears brimming in his eyes. “Why are we like this?” He asks wiping away the moisture with the back of his hand with a chuckle.
“What do you mean?” Yuuri frowns.
“Well you see -” Victor starts to answer but before he can finish they hear the front door to their apartment open.
“Take your stupid dog back old man! Stop involving me in this shit!” Yurio yells before slamming the door. Not a few seconds later another poodle puppy bursts into their bedroom wearing an oversized navy blue bow on his back.
“Oh no . . .” Yuuri sits back, realizing what was going on.
The puppy that Yuuri gave Victor leaps out of Victor’s arms and hops off the bed to greet the other puppy that was evidently intended as Yuuri’s gift.
“Merry Christmas?” Victor announces sheepishly.
Yuuri groans and collapses back into bed. A literal dogpile follows soon after as both puppies and Makka clamor on top of Yuuri to investigate the awkward noise coming from him. Yuuri’s exasperated groan turns into uncontrollable laughter as he wrestles to get free of he and Victor’s dog-children.
Next year. Next year’s going to be the year to beat Victor’s uncanny skill of gift giving.