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Ever since meeting Victor, Yuuri’s life had turned into a series of unpredictable events. With a flash of silver hair, he glided into his life and brought with him one surprise after another, with barely any down time to register any of them. An abundance of surprises from various sources; Victor surprised him, he surprised Victor, he surprised himself.
The surprises weren’t always pleasant either. They got through the worst of them though, together they always did.
It was almost ridiculous how at some point surprising each other became a game of some sorts. A competition.
They’ve been married for two years now, he didn’t know how many surprises were even left. He knew Victor would always continue to surprise him, to impress him in ways beyond his imagination. Yuuri however had one more surprise. There was one more confession bubbling in his chest and he didn’t want to let it go.
He didn’t want to be out of surprises. He wanted to be able to impress Victor more and more each and every passing day.
“Yuuri, are you still up?” He heard Victor murmur against the back of his head.
“Mm,” Yuuri mumbled, turning around in Victor’s embrace to face him.
“Ah, so unfair!” Victor grumbles, covering Yuuri’s face with his hands.
“Huh?” Yuuri clasps Victor’s wrists to move his hands away.
“It’s ridiculous! Every day I get older and wrinklier and you just look the same, hell even prettier every passing day,” Victor rants, but Yuuri could see that corners of his mouth were tugged upwards in a smile.
“You’re just biased,” Yuuri rolls his eyes, his hands moving to cradle Victor’s face between them.
“Well, I might be, but even your mother looks ridiculously young. Do Japanese people even age?” Victor continued his absurd rant.
“We just age well, I think it’s all the sea food,” Yuuri tried to help out.
“That must be it! Okay Yuuri, from today onwards you’re taking over the cooking. Yurio only ever makes the food he likes anyways.” Victor proclaimed and Yuuri sighed, very exasperated yet still very fond.
“Don’t let him hear that, plus his cooking is really good,” Yuuri protested half heartedly. Yurio has been living with them ever since they moved in together. They somehow managed to convince Yakov to let Yurio stay with them, they both knew he wasn’t enjoying his time with the divorced couple despite Yakov and Lillia’s best efforts.
He had already been sixteen at the time, so they’d only needed his legal guardian’s permission. But he was already eighteen now, almost nineteen.
“Do you think Yurio will move out?” Yuuri sighed, his expression turning somber.
Victor seemed to catch the change in mood and chewed his bottom lip in thought. “I would say over my dead body but he’d actually kill me.” Victor offered.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and punched Victor on the chest lightly. “Idiot.”
“Do you think he’ll start living with his boyfriend after leaving his poor parents all alone?” Victor gasped in mock horror.
“Hey, when you say it like that you’re making me out to look like a bad guy. I moved to the other side of the world. Almaty is pretty close from here isn’t it?” It was, they could even get there in a few days by car. He remembered how Otabek always came to visit on off days and how Yuri always looked a lot happier when he was around.
“You spoil him too much,” Victor grumbled childishly.
“He’s in love!” Yuuri smiled softly and Victor had to concede. “We’ve got practice early tomorrow, let me sleep you evil spirit.”
“Alright alright,” Victor pouted and placed a kiss on the top of Yuuri’s head.
After a while of staring drowsily at each other in a fruitless effort to fall asleep, Yuuri closed his eyes for a few seconds- Victor even thought he fell asleep- and then suddenly opened them back up. Victor jumped slightly.
“Victor..” Yuuri started, he might as well do it now.
“What is it, my Yuuri?” Victor asked, concern seeping into his tone.
“There is something I want to show you. Tomorrow can we go down to the rink before the others?” He’d been sitting on it for way too long. It was about time.
Victor looked as equally curious as he looked confused. “Alright..” he replied after a while, a soft expression crossing his features. “I’m looking forward to it.” He looked as excited as a child on a field trip.
This man was thirty and yet his eyes still sparkled in all of a child’s wonder. “And you were complaining about getting old.” Yuuri grumbled under his breath and shook his head when Victor asked if he’d said anything.
First thing in the morning, they were out of bed and walking toward the rink. Victor shook Yuuri awake as a birthday boy would wake up his parents. Yuuri laughed softly and made himself presentable as quickly as he could for Victor’s poor nerves’ sake.
The cold bit at Yuuri’s cheeks as they walked through the January white streets of St. Petersburg. The snow crunched under their boots as they walked side by side, their intertwined hands swinging together between them.
“Is this just an excuse to have some alone time with me?” Victor wiggled his eyebrows.
“I was alone with you last night.” Yuuri said simply, very unimpressed.
“Wait where was Yurio?” Victor asked, seeming extremely shocked.
“Victor, Otabek came to visit yesterday, have you not noticed the suspiciously good mood or the later disappearance of your so called child?” Yuuri huffed.
“No..” Victor sniffed indignantly.
Yuuri just shook his head in a mixture of fondness and exasperation.
When they finally reached the rink Victor helped Yuuri put on his skates and stood by the barrier to watch as Yuuri glided gracefully to the stereo and dug out a CD from his pocket. He put the CD in, set it to play after a minute, and skated back to Victor.
“I’ve been working on this for a while now. I didn’t tell you before but all the music pieces composed by my ‘friend’ were actually pieces I composed. I made this one thinking of you. I want to skate to it this season.” Your last season. My last season. “It’s my first time choreographing though, so it’s probably really bad.”
Yuuri unzipped his jacket and gave it to Victor then slid back to the center of the rink. Just as he took position the music started.
It was a very soft and beautiful melody. Fluffy and uplifting, yet still passionate and full of emotions. At parts it was slow and heavy, at others it was fast paced and intense. The way the tempo changed was so graceful, even the way Yuuri demonstrated it on the ice was.
It might have been the first choreography he’s ever done but every step made it seem like the music was emanating from his body. The step sequence was breath taking, in perfect harmony with the tempo. Yuuri’s face dripped with a spectrum of emotions; admiration melted to fondness, fondness evolved to love and love burst into full blown unrestricted adoration.
Then the tempo went down and with it went Yuuri’s eyelids. Eyes half closed and expression similar to the one from his Eros routine, Yuuri danced to the song. Victor swallowed, the way the notes dragged made it hard to breath, the way Yuuri’s body moved in time made it impossible. All the love from before was combined and was mixed with an obscene amount of lust.
Before he knew it the tempo was back to how it used to be at the very start, the notes recurring, soft and light until the music stopped with Yuuri’s both outstretched hands pointing at him, as if asking for a hug. Victor didn’t hesitate, he glided across the ice and crushed Yuuri into a heartfelt hug.
“Yuuri…” he said the name over and over, so overwhelmed he couldn’t even form a proper sentence.
After what seemed like a whole hour of hugging Victor pulled back to whisper, “That was the most beautiful program I’ve ever seen. You can win the olympics with that.”
Yuuri faltered. “What did you think though..”
“I.. Yuuri I have no words. I can’t believe I’m able to bring you such emotions. I’m overwhelmed, I’m so extremely happy Yuuri.” Victor tried to articulate his feelings, but failed to even come close to describing all the emotions swelling in his chest.
Yuuri smiled brightly and leaned in to place a kiss on Victor’s mouth. “That’s my final surprise to you.”
“I don’t think my weak old heart would have been able to take any more.” Victor joked lightly, unable to help his lips from peppering kisses all over Yuuri’s face.
Yuuri let out a few amused breaths before he held Victor’s face between his hands. “Victor.. I want you to name the piece.” His hands slid down Victor’s arms and to his hands, interlacing their fingers together. Yuuri pulled Victor to the stereo and ejected the CD. He gave it to Victor and procured a pen from his back pocket and handed the pen to Victor as well.
Victor thought about it for a moment before scribbling something on top of the white smooth surface. “It’s because all these emotions are what gave me my own.”
Yuuri looked down at the CD and smiled widely. Written on it with Victor’s swirly but neat handwriting were words that made his heart clench with joy.
“It’s because your love and life taught me a whole new world I wasn’t aware of. One full of various shapes and forms of emotions.” Victor backed him against the barrier and attacked his mouth with soft tender kisses.
The CD was still in Yuuri’s hand, proudly sporting the title ‘Yuuri’s Love and Life’.
This was their final level, it was going to be the best.
The only thing unsurprising wasn’t Yuuri after that, no even after that Yuuri kept mercilessly surprising Victor. It was never going to stop, Yuuri finally realized. They can only fall for each other deeper, they could only go upwards and forward.