They had moved back to Saint Petersburg with their daughter Anfisa ten years ago when she was five. Victor and Yuuri had both retired and Yuuri stayed home to raise his daughter, but once back in Saint Petersburg, he helped with the juniors group while Anfisa was in school. Victor had been working on his own line of clothing and was always away to promote his line. Yuuri's sister had offered to carry Anfisa for him, she was the spitting image of Yuuri, but had Victor's eyes. There was nothing either would ever deny her. She went to the best private schools and did ballet after school. She had never wanted to skate- to the quiet disappoint of her fathers, but they would never push it.

They stayed in contact with their skating friends. Usually visiting when Victor had a break or Anfisa was on holiday from school. It was nice, they were able to travel the world and keep in touch.

This weekend, they were helping Yuri, Otabek and their twins move back to Saint Petersburg. They had lived in Almaty since the twins were born thirteen years ago and with Otabek's music career setting off, Yuri wanted to move back home. They had stayed in Almaty as Otabek had a large family and they helped with the twins while they finished up their careers. The twins were only a year old when Yuri and Otabek both walked proudly with their countries during the Beijing Olympics, each had a twin on their hip as they waved. Otabek's sisters had come with so when they were skating they girls were looked after, they both retired after bringing in Silver and Bronze.

Yuri had stayed home with the girls when they were toddlers then went back into dancing and started learning yoga better. He had landed a part time job in Saint Petersburg being a yoga instructor.

Yuuri and Victor showed up with Anfisa and she ran to Nina and Nika giving them both hugs. They girls were happy to be close enough they could walk back and forth to each other's houses. They had all stayed in touch and the girls always got along well. Anfisa ran to help them help unpack their room and they all wanted to go through clothes.

Yuri was in the kitchen searching through boxes as he looked for the wine glasses. Otabek was off in the room he was calling his studio.

"Seriously, I know they are in one of these fucking boxes," Yuri growled as he kept looking.

"Here let me help," Yuuri said as they started to go through boxes. Victor found the bottle opener and called for Otabek to come out and toast with them. It took all four men going through every box till one of the girls started yelling down at them, giggling they had a box of glasses in their room.

Shaking his head, Otabek went up to the girls' room and got the box. They heard more giggling as Otabek worked his way down the steps. He was shaking his head and mumbling something about teenaged girls as he came back to the kitchen.

"Damn movers," Yuri said.

"At least we found the glasses," Otabek said as he kissed Yuri's temple.

"You got a really nice place here, Otabek," Victor said as he peaked out the back door looking out to their modest sized back yard.

They had found a three bedroom modest size house. The twins wanted to continue sharing a room. Otabek and Yuri had encouraged them do thing apart, but it only seemed to drive the girls closer. They did not want to fight about them having their own rooms, there would be bigger fights coming as they got further into their teen years. Yuri was already throwing out skirts that were too short and shirts that were too tight. Otabek would laugh and remind Yuri what he wore as a teenager.

"Yeah let me show you the place," Otabek said as he clapped Victor on the back.

As they headed out, Yuuri started to help Yuri unpack boxes. They worked quietly for a bit as they got the kitchen unboxed. Yuuri noticed they both had about finished the bottle of wine and had to laugh.

"Damn, good thing we brought a couple bottles of wine with us," Yuuri laughed as they opened another bottle.

"Da, very thankful. We have not even been to the store, and after hearing the girls giggling all day and night- I always need a glass or three in the evening," Yuri said.

Yuuri laughed, "I don't know how you do it, I just have one and find myself going through a bottle a night."

"No shit, I have two hyperactive girls and you have one quiet one," Yuri laughed.

"Yeah, I don't know how you do it," Yuuri laughed.

"I drink… a lot," Yuri said.

"Same," Yuuri said.

They clinked glasses and went out to the living while falling on the couch. Music from Otabek's studio could be heard and teenaged girls giggling from upstairs.

"The last fucking thing I want to do is unpack these boxes," Yuri groaned.

"Moving is terrible. We had that small apartment for so long here after moving back from Japan. Just from there to the house, what a pain," Yuuri said.

"Well it is not like Beka is going to fucking help. He will be lost unpacking his studio," Yuri grumbled as he about finished another glass, "at least the girls are old enough to unpack their own shit."

They heard the music start to vibrate around them and Yuri groaned, "Fucking shit. Hang on."

Yuuri sat there as Yuri went down the hallway and threw open the door to the studio. All a sudden the music and just stopped and you heard Otabek and Victor both yell, "Hey" at the sudden silence.

"This is why you have headphones, asshole!" Yuri yelled and slammed the door.

As the came in, Yuuri went to pour another glass of wine and Yuri stuck his glass out, "Fucking bastard. He knows I can't stand that club music shit that loud and the damn neighbors are going to complain and we haven't even been here a damn day."

Yuuri did not know what to say. He just nodded as they went back to the living room and started to unpack movies and the bookshelves. He could tell Yuri was on edge, but he figured it was the from the stress of moving. He had gone quiet again and Yuuri just figured if he wanted to talk, he would start the conversation. Yuri always had to do things on his time. They had worked for a good thirty or so minutes when Anfisa came running down with Nina and Nika.

"Papa!" one of the twins yelled, "Can Anfisa stay over tonight? She doesn't school tomorrow and she is helping us unpack everything."

Yuri looked over to Yuuri and Yuuri shrugged his shoulders, "Well Nina, see what daddy has to say, but I am ok with it."

The girls all giggled and took off down the hallway.

"You don't have to Yurio. They live close enough now, you can just send her home later if you want," Yuuri said.

"Oh hell no! Anfisa will keep those two occupied and maybe I can get a little peace and quiet," Yuri laughed out.

Yuuri had to laugh at that. He had not thought about that. Anfisa never got in his way, but of course there was just one of her. She was quiet like Yuuri was but not anxious like he was. She could come to life when she was comfortable around people. The twins were both spitfires like Yuri was. Victor always teased him it was payback for him as a teenager. They kept him on his toes and it was good thing, even at thirty six that Yuri was still as energetic as he was in his twenties.

"When do you start at the yoga studio?" Yuuri had asked him as they settled back into the couch, ignoring the rest of the boxes.

"In about a week or so. You remember that ex of Georgi's he cried over for years?" Yuri asked.

"Anya?"

"Da, so get this shit- her sister owns the studio and once she heard I was into yoga and moving back here, she was all on me to teach a few classes," Yuri laughed out.

"Wow, talk about a small world!"

"No shit. Nice being back. Don't get me wrong, I loved Almaty- But with Beka always gone these days and the girls getting older- I didn't have many friends outside his family."

"Yeah, it is nice being so close to so many we know. I miss my family, but with Mari finally settling down and moving out to California and my parents selling the inn and retiring- just seem to make sense to come back. Yakov took me in immediately to work with the junior groups. He keeps pressuring me to coach, but with Anfisa… only have a few more years with her," Yuuri had sat back and got to thinking. It all seemed to have gone too fast. It seemed just yesterday he was rubbing Mari's belly and talking to his daughter though her swollen stomach.

It was like a dream that Christmas. They had gone out to Japan for Christmas and Mari had handed them a card. When Yuuri opened it, it had said she would surrogate for them. Yuuri was so speechless that he shook and cried. Victor had gotten worried and snatched the card, once he read it he was screaming and hugging Mari.

He can remember and recall the day Anfisa was born. Mari screaming through it the entire time, Yuri and Victor holding her hand- only to be blessed with a tiny little girl. Victor and Yuuri cried so hard that day.

Yuuri still remembers her first step, first word, first everything. Victor had pictures of them littered all through their house. When Yuuri looked at the young lady before him, he had to wonder where the years went. There were small creases now at the corners of his eyes, the sides of his hair were peppered with a bit of gray. He had always been active, but his body had grown a bit softer. His stomach he made sure to keep flat. He drank enough wine at night that he made sure he got time on the ice and jogged in the mornings. He might be forty-four, but he was still able to stay active.

He would look at his husband, seeing him in his late forties and wondered when the man would age. Victor's hair had just a lighter gray color, but his face was still smooth, his body was cut, but not as chiselled as it was in his twenties. Victor wore glasses when he was home and reading- the little bit of time he spent home.

Yuuri hated how he was always away. His main office was in Saint Petersburg, but him and Chris had branded their line after they retired and Yuuri found Victor out in France where Chris had relocated too. Yuuri was happy his husband's business had taken off. It allowed them to live well and vacation around the world quite a bit. The downfall, Victor was gone, a lot.

In the beginning, Victor and Yuuri texted nonstop. When Anfisa was a little girl, it was video chats and Victor would race home. As Anfisa got older and was off in her life, he might go a day or two without even a single text. At first Yuuri made a point to text and send pictures to Victor during the day and he would hear back from Victor that evening.

One day, Yuuri had noticed neither had texted for two days and it bothered Yuuri that it did not bother him. Now, Victor would leave for days or a week and Yuuri just continued when his life and Anfisa's life like nothing was wrong.

Yuuri knew it should bother him, but it didn't. He didn't know what to do when Victor was home. It was almost like he was in their way. Yuuri was used to cooking for two, picking Anfisa up from school, taking her to ballet- when Victor was around, it just got in the way.

It had been four months since they had made love and that was only because it was their anniversary. Georgi and his wife had swung by and took Anfisa off for the night so they could have the house to themselves. They had drank too much wine and Victor was snoring right after he orgasmed.-Yuuri had not even gotten off. He had gone to the bathroom and jerked himself off in the shower, like he did a couple times a week. Victor had not even properly kissed him.

Yuuri wished he could remember the last time their sex had more than that, just sex. When was the last time Victor had fucked him? Made love to him? Yuuri could not remember. He could not even remember when he last got a passionate kiss. Sure, Victor kissed his cheek and forehead all the time. He spit out the words " I love you " without thinking- Yuuri repeated them back out of habit.

Yuuri wished he could remember when everything had changed over, in the beginning it was nothing but love. Their little flat in Japan they had fucked all over it, when they got the flat in Saint Petersburg, their neighbors complained about the knocking on the wall from their headboard. Victor had to pad the wall. Anfisa was a good baby and always slept in her room, so there was no child in the bed keeping them from one another. Many mornings, Yuuri remembers waking up to Victor sucking him off to start his day right. Yuuri couldn't remember the last time he had a blow job, or had given one. He figured over time these things die anyway. Victor slept on his side of the bed, in his bedclothes, as did Yuuri.

"Do we want to open another bottle of wine?" Yuri asked.

"How about we order some food first," Yuuri offered.

"Da, probably should feed these kids. Let me go see what Otabek and Victor want," Yuri said as he got up and stumbled down the hallway.

They had stayed till it had gotten dark. They had all drank too much and the girls were in the middle of binge watching movies in the twins room. Victor and Yuuri called out for Anfisa to give them hugs before they left.

They walked home, it wasn't far and the night was cool but not cold yet. Otabek said they should all go out to eat before he has to set out on tour in a week. Victor told them he leaves in two days, so Yuri brought up the next night they all go into town and have a nice dinner. The good things with teenagers, you could order them take out and they were happy to stay behind.

As they walked the short walk home, Yuuri noticed Victor was quiet and did not reach out to take his hand. There was a time when Yuuri's hand was never empty. Now it was a distant memory of what it was like to hold his husband's hand. Halfway to their house, Yuuri sighed and took Victor's hand, interlacing his fingers with his husbands as they walked. Victor chuckled and squeezed his hand a brief moment. It made Yuuri smile.

As they got to their house, Victor let go of his hand as he unlocked the door- Yuuri noticed Victor never reached out for his hand again. Yuuri's head was swimming from wine and he missed being touched, he missed touching his husband.

As per normal routine, Victor went to go shower. Yuuri sat on the bed, his head still wine riddled and decided he was going to change this. Taking his clothes off, he went to the bathroom. As he opened the curtain, Victor was washing his hair and Yuuri took a moment to take in his husband's body. Still beautiful and strong. Yuuri loved how Victor looked, he always felt blessed his husband was so kind and beautiful. At the sound of the curtain, Victor opened his eyes and smiled at Yuuri. Holding his hand out, Yuuri found his hand wasn't empty for a moment.

Turning Victor, Yuuri pressed him to the tile of the shower and ran his fingers through those wet silver strands of hair. He stared at Victor, really looked at him, those aqua eyes that matched Anfia's were still bright and full of life, sure his forehead was a little larger, but his bangs always covered it. His face was smooth but matured. He had stubble on his chin and cheeks. Yuuri liked when he went a few days not shaving. Yuuri had tried to grow facial hair, all he could grow was a little bit on his chin- Victor hated it and Yuuri never tried again.

"How are you still so perfect?" Yuuri asked Victor.

"How are you even more beautiful?" Victor asked as he leaned in and kissed Yuuri.

Yuuri moaned the minute he tasted Victor's tongue in his mouth. It had been so long. There was a burning in Yuuri that had been building and he need Victor at that moment. Yuuri pressed his body to Victor, feeling that naked skin against his, Victor's hand grabbing at his ass and that warm water on his back. Yuuri felt as Victor gently pushed him more under the water.

"Let me wash you," Victor whispered in his ear as he kissed his neck.

Yuuri loved when Victor washed his hair. He was massage his scalp then work the cloth over every inch of his body. It had been too long since they had given each other any attention and Yuuri was taking in every touch, every kiss, every caress.

They had barely dried off when Yuuri found himself on his back on the bed, lubed fingers working him open and Victor's mouth still on his. Yuuri was not sure if it was the wine or the length of time it had been since they had been intimate, but he felt a tear slip out his eye the moment Victor had pushed his way inside of him. Victor kissed him through his orgasm and Yuuri held onto Victor as he continued to rock in and out of him.

Yuuri called Victor's name out like a chant, Victor moaned and left marks all over Yuuri's neck like they did in the beginning of their marriage. Yuuri held Victor tightly as the fell asleep and woke up to his husband's mouth around his cock. Maybe he had nothing to worry about after all.

Yuri had thrown a fit and threw out an ultimatum. They were going back to Russia, with or without Otabek. In the end, Otabek found Yuri a house he would be happy with and got Yuri movers so it was less he had to do- and it left Otabek with less bitching about it all.

Yuri had been miserable for years. He loved his twins and would do anything for them, but Otabek was never home. He was happy his music career had taken off- it kept him in designer clothes, shoes and expensive dinners. Otabek threw money at Yuri whenever he was mad and Yuri went on shopping sprees on Otabek's credit card when he felt lonely.

Yuri had more things than anything could ever need. The twins had just as much. He spoiled them rotten and gave into their every whim. Otabek complained the girls had too much and he needed to stop buying them everything they ever wanted, Yuri told him to stay home more and he could raise them the way he wanted.

Otabek was always on tour and Yuri stayed behind with the girls. He always felt lucky to have them. They had been trying to adopt and figured it would take a few years, not even a year into their marriage, they had received a called that twins were available for them. They were leaving in six months for the Olympics, but they raced immediately to get their girls. It was never a question in the mind to move to Almaty and have Otabek's family help as they finished out their skating careers with the Olympics that year. They got a house next door to Otabek's parents and his sisters were on the same block.

Yuri always appreciated all the help they got. The girls never slept all night and were up every hour for feedings. Nika was colic and cried nonstop. Many days found Yuri holding her crying. He thought his babies hated him. Otabek's sisters came in and sent Yuri to Otabek's parents to get sleep and stayed with the babies. Yuri slept for twelve hours and felt better when he woke up. As the babies grew into toddlers, it got easier. They slept better and the girls giggled nonstop.

Otabek would get nightly gigs he would be out all night at. Yuri would play with the girls and put them to bed. Most nights found him drinking wine as he fell asleep on the couch waiting for Otabek to kiss him awake. Yuri had to learn to keep quiet in their love making as the twins did wake easily. Some nights when he got lost in Otabek's love making, they would be interrupted with little knocks on the door worried over their Papa. Most nights found one or both the twins in their bed and their love making was stolen moments when Otabek's family took the girls.

Yuri was not use being denied anything, but he never could be upset over it. The girls were his life and they were blessed to have gotten them. They weren't far apart in age from the Nikiforov-Katsuki girls and it worked great for them all. As the girls all got older, they would vacation together and get the girls together as often as possible.

Otabek had hit it big three years ago. He was gone months at a time out on tour. Yuri hated it. He begged Otabek to stop and stay home. They had more money than they could ever spend- but Otabek would hear nothing of it.

Yuri lost himself in ballet and yoga while the girls were in school. His body was still in great shape. His girls were athletic but neither wanted to ice skate. Yuri missed the ice, but he was glad he retired when he did, while his body was still at it peaks and he had not injured himself. Otabek had issues with his ankle from skating and found himself wrapping Otabek's ankle or icing it a lot of the times.

Nina and Nika had gotten into soccer. Yuri always joked he was a soccer mom as he was at every game they had and a lot of their practices. They humored him and did ballet. They did not do it as much as he did, but he said it kept their bodies their limber and helped from injuries.

He had grown his hair down his back and the twins would spend hours in the evenings braiding his hair and he would braid theirs. They had ink black straight hair and olive skin. Their eyes were green, but not emerald green as Yuri's were. People had a hard time telling them apart, but Yuri never did. To him they were night and day. Even when they spoke, he knew which one it was.

Yuri was lonely. He hated how Otabek was gone and he was away from everyone. Sure he had Otabek's family, but he would find himself texting or skyping Yuuri to rant and bitch. Milla would take time in the off season when the girls were little to visit, but once she married and started having babies, Yuri depended on texting and video chats to talk to her.

Being back in Russia would make things better for him. Milla was across town and Otabek got him a house near Yuuri, Victor and their daughter. Yuri knew Otabek only did it to stop him from bitching, but he still accepted it. Yuri also did not need the part time job at the yoga studio, but it made him feel like he was needed. With the twins getting older, they did school and stayed after for soccer practice, so he had a lot of hours to burn. He even debated checking out the ice rink and seeing if they needed another hand.

He had friends nearby and things to do. Even as Yuuri and Victor left, he could hear the girls giggling in their room and was glad they got along so well with Anfisa. They had a year and half difference in them, but they all got along great. They would go to the same private school and the twins were excited to have an older friend there since they were being taken away from their childhood friends in Almaty.

As the girls continued to giggle, Yuri opened the last bottle of wine, he knew he had to go to the store the next day, so he might as well just get hammered. He had his tablet in his hand watching a movie as Otabek had come into the living room and laid on the couch, pulling Yuri to his side.

"Think the studio is finally all set up," Otabek said as he pulled the long braid out of Yuri's hair and combed through the long strands.

Yuri sighed and turned off the movie. He knew he was drunk and he also knew the girls were occupied. Moving and turning, Yuri worked his way onto Otabek's lap, straddling him. No matter how much this man could infuriate him, their sex was always amazing. Yuri ran his fingers through Otabek's hair and stared down at his husband. He was going gray around his temples and Yuri would dye his hair. Otabek had laugh lines and around his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Yuri thought he got sexier the older he got. Otabek's shoulders and chest had broadened with age, but he stayed in top shape. He joked with Yuri, saying it was carrying the girls around all the time when they were younger that had made him gain muscle, but Yuri woke up most mornings when Otabek was home to him grunting over push ups.

Leaning down, Yuri kissed his husband. He was drunk and wanted nothing more than to devour him. Yuri was half hard already thinking of different ways they could fuck around their new house.

"Babe, the lube is packed away in the bedroom," Otabek said as Yuri started to bite his neck.

"Don't care, just get me off then," Yuri said into Otabek's ear as he licked behind his ear.

Otabek moaned and rocked his hips to meet Yuri's. Yuri went back to kissing Otabek as his head was drunk off red wine. Yuri felt Otabek growing hard under him and ran his down that board chest of his husband's and continues to work his mouth around Otabek's jaw and neck. It was no time and Yuri had Otabek's cock out and in his hand, Otabek had tugged Yuri's leggings down as they breathed and moaned into each other's mouth while they ran their hands up and down each others cock. They had many years to know exactly how the other liked their bodies worked. Yuri knew Otabek liked a tight grip and Otabek knew Yuri liked when he twisted his hand at his cockhead.

It did not take them long before their hands were covered in cum and Yuri was breathing heavy against Otabek's neck. Yuri moved off Otabek and pulled his legging up as Otabek slipped his tshirt off and cleaned their mess up with his shirt. Yuri curled up to Otabek's side and ran his fingers through the soft hairs on Otabek's chest and enjoyed their brief moment of quiet.

More giggling came from upstairs and Yuri got up, pulling Otabek with him. Yuri knew they had a shower off their bedroom, and he planned to find that lube packed away. When Yuri drank, he wasn't mad at Otabek. He was always happy when Otabek was home. The problem was, Otabek was never home. He had a week before Otabek was head out again, he wanted every moment he could while Otabek was there as he knew the moment Otabek left for his tour, Yuri would get lonely again and would go back to despising the man.

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