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Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-Juliet, in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet
Yuuri cannot wait for Viktor to get back.
But he’s got to hurry to get everything ready.
He swipes his card in the card slot of room 515 and pushes the door open, flips on the lights, and yes, the suite looks great.
It’s modern and minimalistic, with a stark white bed and couches. There’s a wall of windows overlooking the twinkling blue and lavender lights of Tokyo below, and a large square skylight displaying the night sky above.
And most importantly, in the center of the room, under the skylight just as Yuuri had planned and requested it set up, is Yuuri’s special surprise for Viktor.
Yes, this is perfect. And Yuuri feels his stomach leap with excitement. He can’t help but feel a little smug glee as he pictures Viktor’s reaction when he walks into the room and realizes what Yuuri has planned for him.
But there’s no time to feel smug! Yuuri has 20 minutes tops before Viktor gets back from his champagne run.
So Yuuri flips the light switch in the bathroom, drops his bag on the bathroom counter, unzips a pocket, dumps out a stash of makeup, and gets to work.
He already looks good, perfectly clean-shaven and glowing with the happiness of his wedding day. But a little shading under his cheekbones, a few strokes of eyeliner, a lick of mascara, and several dabs of sparkling eye-shadow later, and he looks gorgeous. He tilts his head a little and makes a pretty face at himself as he sticks a few silver rhinestones by his eyes just to up the glitter effect. Then he wets a comb and runs it through his hair, runs a brush over his teeth, spits, and strips out of his tuxedo.
He checks the time on his cell phone, and okay, he should have five more minutes.
Yuuri is already wearing his night’s costume; he had it on under his tux through the whole ceremony and reception. But he strips down to soften the skin of his whole body with lotion, and then pulls his tuxedo back on, hiding the costume for now.
As Viktor comes back in through the hotel’s revolving door and gets his room key at the front counter, Yuuri is lighting white candles around the room; on the bedside table, the coffee table, the floor. And as Viktor gets into the elevator, Yuuri is opening the front of his tuxedo to show off just a teasing glimpse of the glittering costume underneath. And when Viktor slides his card, opens the door, and steps into the room, Yuuri is standing in silhouette under the skylight, sparkling like the night sky in candlelight, with one hand lazily wrapped around a stripper pole at the center of the room.