Born for the Ice

Family! on Podium

[A year after the GPF in Barcelona... Next GPF in Nagoya, Japan...The morning after the banquet]

"NIKIFOROV!" The mentioned person and his fiance scrambled out of their sleep. "OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT" - The voice was definitely Plisetsky's. Why on Earth was he banging their door at seven thirty in the morning just after the banquet night? Yuuri managed to crawl out Victor's embrace. Hurriedly putting his clothes on, he threw Victor's clothing towards the bed and asked him to put those on. He made his way to the door, the grinding feeling in his head and stomach reminding him of the hangover from last night's alcohol.

Yuuri opened the door. And Yuri stormed in, seething. He looked like a serial killer on move. He was holding a newspaper and his face was red either due to anger or due to embarrassment. Yuri looked around the room and found Victor. The older man had already dozed off again after managing to put on his shirt and trousers. Yuri shook him and Victor jumped. Before Victor could open his mouth, Yuri shoved the paper into his hands. Victor's eyes widened and Yuuri walked over to see what was in it and lo-!

The picture showed the podium from the day before the previous day. The closing ceremony of the grand prix final. The picture showed - Victor standing on top, in the first place, having set new world records, one of his arms stretched in the air with his shining gold medal matching with the golden ring on his fingers and his other arm around Yuuri who was holding both his and Victor's bouquet with one hand and caressing his second silver with another hand, showing his part of the so-called engagement rings. On the other side, Yuri was standing with his bronze medal. Despite coming third, a little smile was playing on his face (the media saw him smile for the first time and went bonkers!). And below the picture, the headline of the day - 'THE NIKIFOROV FAMILY ON THE PODIUM: MEN'S SINGLES FIGURE SKATING CHAMPIONS'!

The paper slipped out of Yuuri's hand, as his face tomato-ed out. A blushing Yuuri fell back on the bed. Victor smirked and turned to the blonde boy, "So sonny, the media knows about your adoption, right?"

"Adoption? Whose? Don't even get a fucking wrong idea, geezer. I'm NOT going to put up with you, old man and your fat pig any longer than necessary." Yuri snarled.

"I have talked to Mr. Nikolai. And he is a very kind man. He is willing to leave you in our care. After all we could help him with the management of an angsty teenage kitty..."

"Mind your own business, old fart. Why did you bother dedushka with your annoying shit of ideas without telling me?"

"He looked happy about it. You should see things in positive light, Yurio." Victor nodded, pointing his index finger at Yuri.

"That's not MY NAME. Fuck off..." Yuri turned away, scowling. After a moment, the Japanese guy's voice came into the conversation after a long time. He asked Victor, "Two months, right?"

"Oh yeah! Only two months!" Victor's voice trembled with excitement.

"It is gonna be Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov. Isn't it, Vityaler?"

The coach smiled. Stooping down, he claimed the other's lips. His student didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

Yuri shielded his eyes. He didn't want to see those people make out whom he might have to call parents in future if his grandpa wished so. He left the room with a "gross..." leaving the adults wrapped up in each other and went to search for little Nikiforov.

A/n - Thanks for reading it. As you know, I do not own anything. Any sort of reviews are welcome. Next chappy will be up soon.