LLL- Of course I have come out of retirement forrrrrr YOI!

Yurio-Please hurry up, listening to you speak is like banging my head against the rink.

Victor-Yurio be nice!

Yurio-Yeah Yeah.

LLL- Leave a comment if you life. I plan on adding a second chapter regardless of demand, but Otayuri ship has an unhealthy hold on my life so i had to get this off of my chest.

Otabek- Don't blame us for your addiction.

Yuuri- She doesn't own YOI. ENjoy!

P.s I spell his name Yurio to avoid the overuse or Yuri and confusion with Yuuri.

The cold bites their cheeks and the lights below break the growing darkness. Otabek swings him around and pins him against the balcony railing, eyes melting into his emerald ones as he palms the nape of his neck, fingers intertwining in his golden hair.

The tips of Yurio's ears and cheeks burn red while his heart struggles to find a beat against Otabek's broad chest.

How? How did they end up like this...?

Oh right. This is Victor's fault.

*This Morning*

A smile spreads across Yuuri's face as he sets eyes on them and Yurio exhales brashly, bundled into his coat. Victor steps out, arms held out wide and Yuuri sprints full speed towards him. The two embrace with a strong clash, Yuuri's bags long since hitting the ground. They absorb the other's warmth, clinching tightly. Yuuri breathes deeply into Victor's neck as tear escapes his eyes and he clinches onto his back. Seconds later he feels something rough and heavy pressing against his fingers and Victor stumbles forward.

"You two are annoying already. It's cold. Pick up your shit and lets go." Yurio removes his foot from Victor's back and walks away from the pair. Only a few footsteps away, he's nearly knocked off of his feet by a display of... is this affection?

"It's good to see you too!" Yuuri smiles.

Yurio's stumbles around, yanking at the type grip. "ARGGHH! Get him off of me." Victor walks behind the struggling pair, laughing. "Lets go, Yuris." When their commotion has settled, they trudge the five minutes back to their car. Yuuri elaborates on his experience saying farewells to his family and his journey to Russia. Between the sound of his annoying voice and the grey skies, Yurio becomes lost. He watches the condensation leave his breath in the dry air and his ears burn of cold beneath his hood. Why had he even agreed to come along to pick up the pig?

His feet drag beneath him as they approach the car and the memory invades his thought.

*A earlier in the morning*

Victor shakes him lightly. "C'mon Yuri. You promised you'd go with me to pick him up."

Yurio shakes his teacher's grip and tightens the covers around his body. "Go by yourself. It's six in the morning!"

"But I don't want to go by myself. It's a long drive."

"You're a nuisance this early. Leave me alone," he growls. The shaking persists for another twenty five seconds before coming to a gentle halt, followed by a light sigh.

"Fine. Sorry for waking you." Footsteps are heard as he crosses the room and the light disappears at the sound of a click. "I'll be back in a few. Stay bundled, it'll be a cool one today." At that, the door closes and Yurio's insides heat as he tears the covers off in a fiery passion.

"Shut up!" He grabs a t-shirt, zips up a thin jacket and slides on his shoes, stomping out of his room.

Victor is waiting at the door with a smile. "So you're coming along?"

Yurio exits the dorm ahead of him with a growl.

"-RRRI. YURIIII!"

"WHat?" He says, sitting in the back of the car. The voice yelling his name pulls him back to reality.

"Are you feeling okay?" Victor asks, eyes on the road. "You've been acting strange since we left."

Yurio looks up at the rear-view mirror where he sees Victor's blue, concentrating eyes and then over at the piggy, relaxing in the passenger seat. Annoyance flairs through him and he rests his cheek on the chilled window of the heated car. His gaze finds the sky. "I'm fine."

Victor peers back, growing curious and partially concerned. He hasn't seen Yurio like this since they got back from Barcelona.

When they reach the dorm, it is well past 8AM, going on 9. Yurio trudges up the stairs, hands jammed in his pockets. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Actually, Yuri."

Victor's voice halts him and his heart stops as well. "What?"

"Do you mind showing Yuuri where he'll be sleeping? There's one more thing I need to do before..."

"Why do I need to do it!" Yurio interrupts, turning to meet the eyes of his superior. What he sees are pleading pearls of blue, as he always does. Why can't he defy him? Why does he jump at every word?

"Well he can't show himself around, now can he?" Victor's face is brandished with the usual bright smile as he waves. "Bye bye." The door slams and the two skaters are left alone with nothing but the heater to break the silence.

"Wonder where he's run off to," Yuuri comments, scratching his head.

Yurio exhales deeply and trails back down the carpet layered steps. "Follow me." He makes his way through a small hall of white painted walls. "This door is the bathroom. There is another upstairs. The hall leads to a large living room where the walls change into brick with a bar that separates the kitchen. "We watch TV here and eat here." With that, they move back down the hall and up the steps. There is a three way corridor.

"Wow, there are a lot of rooms." Yuuri gawks.

"Tch, Says the person who lives on a villa."

"Yeah, but that's a family spring. It's just us here, isn't it?"

"He mentioned there being guests but he never specified. I assumed there were more people." Yuuri points. "Your room is there. The bath room is there. At the end of the hall," he states, pointing straight ahead, "is the balcony. Try not to fall off. Got it? Okay. Good. I'm going back to sleep." Yurio treads into his room and drops face first into the pillow.

He hears his door creak open but doesn't move. "Uhm... Yuri? Which room did you say was mine?"

"UGHHH ITSDOWNNDAHENNS-"

"I'm sorry, what?"

He sits up, engulfed in flames. "ITS THE ONE AT THE VERY END ON THE RIGHT!"

"THANK YOU." Yuuri rushes, slamming the door behind him before Yurio is able to get up and kill him.

"Dammit." He faceplants into the pillow again. Why does he irritate him so much? Why had he even stopped him from retiring? Yurio turns on his side and his eyes meet the gold medal hanging on the back of his door. "Oh. Right."

His eyelids drift closed as the exhaustion begins to cloud his thoughts. Since they got back from Barcelona he's been practicing nonstop. Today will be the first that he hasn't been on the ice. It's a much needed rest that he won't admit he's needed.

15 minutes pass before he begins drifting into a state of REM sleep, a thought crosses his mind for no reason at all.

Last room on the right...? Isn't that..? His head shoots up, eyes wide. "Victor's room!" He launches out of the bed and throws his door open, stumbling into the hallway. He crashes into the last room on the right side of the hall.

"Hey Pig, I gave you the wrong..." He is shocked into silence, hand dangling by his side and sleep accenting his eyes. "room?" Yurio stands in the doorway, staring at a shirtless man. You guessed it, it isn't Yuuri.

"Did you now?" Otabek says, arms entangled in a tshirt at the elbows.

"Wha..."

His brown eyes find the ceiling in curiosity. "Pig? That's an interesting nickname for friends, but I guess I'll just have to think of one for you too." He smiles at Yurio's lost expression.

"How di..."

Otabek rubs his chin. "Shrimp maybe?"

"Why are.."

More silence.

"Am I supposed to answer all of those or are you going to finish them first?"

Yurio tilts his head as his mind catches up with him and he raises a finger. "The fuCK did you just call me!?"

"It's good to see you too."

Yurio stands up straight and rubs his eyes to break the hallucination. Nope. The Kazhakstanian is still standing there. Maybe its a dream. He pinches his wrist. "OUCH!" Otabek raises an eyebrow at the strange behavior but is no less entertained. "Why the hell would I dream about you anyway?" Yurio whispers to himself. "vicTTORRR!"

Rushed footsteps are heard pounding up the stairs. He is soon met with the company of Yuuri and Victor.

"Uh oh," Victor mumbles. "Surprise?"

Yurio's head slowly turns back to look at that uncertain grin and he just barely resists the urge to tackle him. "Surprise?"

"Well, I invited the other skaters to stay with us here."

"Yes yes. That I know, but that isn't supposed to be for another few days."

Yuuri chuckles and is quickly checked before speaking. "Since I was coming early he wanted a friend of yours to be along too."

That fiery gaze finds Yuuri. "You knew?"

"No no! I just found out myself!"

A switch clicks in Yurio and he changes pace almost immediately. This is no shock. Victor does spontaneous things like this all the time. He's got no reason to be flustered apart from barging in on the man while he was changing.

His eyes find Otabek again who still isn't wearing the stupid shirt. "Uhm, sorry for not knocking first. I told Yuuri this was his room early so I came to tell him it was wrong."

"It's no problem. I'm kinda disappointed. The name 'pig' was starting to grow on me." His serious expression makes it nearly impossible to read the sarcasm.

"Well we are going to head downstairs. Yuri, Otabek, there is breakfast when you two are ready," Victor offers.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"It's no problem. Make yourself at home." Yurio is left standing in the doorway when they leave.

The silence is heavy but he exhales and then rustles his hair. "Sorry about the yelling. It's been a long week and I'm kinda tired. Make yourself at home."

At those words Yurio walks away and doesn't even bother going back to his room. He trails down the steps and into the livingroom.

The aroma of breakfast fills the dorm. He grabs a strip of bacon from the bar and plops onto the coach. Yuuri and Victor, at first in deep conversation, look over at him.

He chews on the pork, gaze lost in the TV.

Damn that Victor. What Yurio is feeling is relief. A slight pump of adrenaline maybe? Otabek is here. Now he won't be stuck with these two alone for the next 3 days. He's actually got a friend to waste the next few...

Wait. A friend. That's right.

"Hey Russian punk. You alright?"

He blinks and starts chewing on the bacon that hangs out of his mouth again.

"Don't talk to me. I'm thinking."

Victor sighs. "Yurio, I swear, you have the memory of a squirrel."

Yep. That got his attention. "What!" He jumps into the arm of the couch. Otabek joins them but his precense is almost completely ignored minus a small wave from Yuuri.

"We went over the room assignments like 7 times and you still got it wrong. But you can remember every routine you've ever done since birth."

"You didn't even tell me Otabek was coming."

"Doesnt change the fact that you didn't remember Yuuri's room."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "What the fuck does that have to do with a squirrel?"

"Yurio, language!"

"grrRR"

Victor laughs. "You only remember where your nuts are stored."

"But you'll run into the street and get hit by a car," Yuuri adds. "Kazakhstanian car." Before he gets a chance to laugh, a decorative pillows collides with his face with force of a thousand bricks.

"Wanna repeat that, piggy?"

Yuuri quickly recovers with an expression of war. "With pleasure."

Before long the two are wrestling over pillows and Yuuri gets the last laugh with the finishing move, a hug.

"Alright! You win. Uncle! White flag. Get off of me!" He manages to pry Yuuri's arms away. "What is up with you people and the lack of personal space?"

"It's called being human!" Yuuri teases. "I'm sure you feel it every now and again."

Yurio straightens up on the couch and adjusts his clothes. Otabek falls into the spot next to him, arm thrown over the back. Yurio's hair brushes against his sleeve.

"So how was you trip over here?" Yurio asks, looking over.

"It wasn't too bad. Victor paid for my ticket so apart from the snoring old man I was stuck next too, I managed."

"Hmm," the blond mumbles, looking back at the TV. "Sounds annoying."

The two converse comfortably about his trip while Yuuri has a near seizure gesturing at the personal space aspect Yurio is so intense about. Victor pats him on the shoulder and smiles at his work.

The four of them relax in the living until 12 o' clock watching random documentaries on Netflix.

Victor then takes Yuuri and Otabek to get groceries that better fit their tastes and Yurio ops to sit the trip out. He does his routine stretches and exercises. By the time they return, Yurio is gone.

"Yurio! We have cookies!" Yuuri yells. His voice echoes off of the walls of the dorm with no response.

"I'll go get him," Otabek offers, placing the bags in the kitchen before jogging up the steps by doubles. He soon emerges from around the corner. "He's not up here."

"The kitty must've gone of his daily jog. He'll be back soon," Victor answers, walking out of view.

Otabek raises an eyebrow. "Kitty?" He turns and looks back at Yurio's cracked door. Temptation wins him over as he wanders back into the room. It's neat apart from the destroyed comforter on his bed. The little light from the window creates shadows and he inches further in. Hanging on the door is Yurio's jacket with a tiger on it. At the foot of his bed is his skate bag.

Scanning the room, he catches a picture of an old man on the dresser, holding young Yurio in his arms. And then he notices the gold medal hanging on the back of the door and is immediately drawn to it. He grabs it and runs his thumb over the head of it. It shines even in the dark. Otabek is mesmerized by it and his thoughts revert back to Yurio's performance that evening. It was unbelievably beautiful. Otabek huffs a laugh. "I've got a long way to go."

"Damn right you do."

The voice shocks him backwards and he swivels around to see Yurio standing behind him, hair stuck to his face from the sweat.

"Sorry. Uhm. I was just... You weren't here and-"

"It's no big deal. We're friends. As long as you didn't break anything." Yurio kicks his shoes off and unzips his jacket, revealing a black t-shirt. "You're welcome to stay and oggle at my gold medal as long as you like. I'm hopping in the shower."

At those words Yurio walks out and Otabek exhales a build up of pressure. "Shit."

Outside of the door, Yurio has his head resting against the wall, cheeks red. He pushed his hair out of his face, breaking a smile. "Shit."

Letting the moment sink in, Yurio takes a much needed, 25 minute shower. When he is out and dressed, he lies in bed, scrolling through Instagram. Pichit is having a night on the town. Chris is... being Chris. It isn't long before he drifts to sleep.

When he wakes, the comforter is draped over him and his cell phone is placed on the dresser across the room, two things he hadn't done before dozing off. Brushing off the fatigue, he walks across the room and reads the time on his phone. "2:14?" Stretching, he opens his door and steps into the hallway. His eyes are met with complete darkness and a shiver is sent through his body from the extreme cold that fills the corridor. "What the hell?" He creeps forward and looks to the right, down the stairs and sees nothing. Then to the left the balcony door is open, curtains blowing in the breeze.

He inches to the threshold and peeks his head out to see Otabek leaning on the banister. Yurio steps out and closes the door behind him. Otabek jumps at the click and turns. "Oh. You're awake."

"Yeah. Why are you?"

"I don't typically go to sleep early." He shrugs, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Its 2 in the morning."

He removes the tabacco and sighs. "Okay. My room is next to Yuuri and Victor's..."

Yurio nods. Those two must be driving him crazy. "Understandable."

"I wasn't going to sleep anyways so I figured I'd come out here."

A frigid breeze blows and Yurio rubs his arms. "Aren't you cold?" He asks, looking at Otabek's thin leather jacket.

He chuckles. "It's 9 below in Kazkhastan right now. This is near summer."

"Sounds unbearable," Yurio says, imagining the icy temp.

"For someone as small as you, it would be."

Yurio glares up. "I don't need-"

"It's not a bad thing," Otabek interrupts, gazing into the distance. "Being small and petite like you in our profession is a benefit so amazing I never thought I'd desire it. When we were younger, I envied it. So small, agile, flexible. I looked up to you in the most annoying way, swearing I'd match you. It wasn't until years later that I realized I'd never be able match you in that way. And your performance in Barcelona...Mesmerizing." Otabek looks him in the eyes. He grabs his hand and raises it well above his head.

He spins Yurio and they are no longer standing on a balcony. They are together on the ice. "You can get height that even the best can only dream of." Otabek wraps his hands around Yuri's waist and lifts him into the air as he pulls off a light grand jete, not taking his eyes off of Otabek who is leading. "Your slim figure compliments your tone. Agape." Otabek places a hand on the curve of Yurio's back and dips him, swinging him back up so his hair flings back sharply, obstructing the view of Otabek's smirking expression.

Their breathing has deepened and their visible breath intertwines. The moment vanishes and they are back on the balcony.

The cold bites their cheeks and the lights below break the growing darkness. Otabek swivels him around and pins him against the balcony railing, eyes melting into his emerald ones as he palms the nape of his neck, fingers intertwining in his golden hair.

The tips of Yurio's ears and cheeks burn red while his heart struggles to find a beat against Otabek's broad chest.

"When I call you small, I'm not teasing you." His voice has lowered to a growl.

Yurio finds himself entranced in that tone. He brings a hand up to Otabek's face, gliding his finger over light stubble. "I've been small my entire life. I don't know how you see it, but when I watch your routines, they are unique. You do things that I'd never be able to pull off and that's what sets you apart. That's what makes you... the king. All people call me is princess," Yurio pouts, gaze finding the ground.

"I bet its this," he adds, entangling his hand deeper into Yurio's hair.

His heartbeat picks up again. "Y-yeah. Whatever." He looks up to see Otabek still grinning. He doesn't break eye contact even a little. "Why are you looking at-"

His words are halted by a soft warm lock of Otabeks lips. Yurio's eyes widen, but all he sees are stars. His mental panic melts beneath the feeling of Otabek's masculine frame embracing him. He should push him away, but he doesn't want to. Otabek pulls at his hair and deepens the kiss. Yurio's hand moves on it's own, grabbing the back of his leather jacket. It isn't until Yurio releases a weak moan that Otabek detaches himself, nearly stumbling back.

He breathes deeply, partially horrified by his own actions and looks at Yurio's small figure backed against the railing, covering his mouth, dazed. "I...I.."

Unable to speak, he goes back into the house and Yurio remains on the balcony, breathless.

LLL- Please review. Otabek for the win!