This story will have multiple chapters once complete. It may turn continue into the Victuuri wedding planning series. For now it functions as a very cute one shot for the last day of Victuuri Week 2017, but check back because I'm going to run with it!

On the very rare occasion that Yuuri was able to secure ice time without the entire Russian skating team present, he took it and used it for all it was worth. In those moments, he even forced Viktor to leave the rink, although he suspected that his fiancé sometimes hid away to watch him in secret. This particular evening, Yuuri found himself standing center ice, flushed and exhausted, but pleased with the work he had accomplished. His quad flip had finally become comfortable from start to finish and he couldn't wait to show Viktor the next day. Yurio's reaction probably wouldn't be uneventful either. Humming to himself with the pure pleasure of success, Yuuri glided over the ice gently letting his mind go blank. He let his skates create the music around him, each sound encouraging a new movement. There was never a time when he felt freer than when he let himself move without purpose, letting his body make all the decisions without input from his mind.

It was his loss of reality that caused him to miss the first phone call. The second one was missed because he registered the ring when he was stretching on the opposite side of the barrier. On the third attempt to reach it, he moved quickly enough to stumble to his bag, snagging the phone as he fell belly down on the bench. "Oph!" he exclaimed, the air whooshing from his lungs. He heard the worried stutter on the other end of the phone and scrambled to move into a sitting position.

"Yuuri?!" Viktor yelled into the phone. A dramatic habit that continued despite how well Viktor knew Yuuri and the legendary clumsiness that went with him. "Are you okay, my love?! I will come right now if you are hurt!" Yuuri heard the distinct whistle on the other side of the phone, signaling Makkachin to his lease.

"No!" Yuuri shouted a little too loudly, noticing how his voice echoed against the walls in the empty practice space. "I'm fine, I tripped is all."

"Yuuri," Viktor whined into the phone, "it has been hours. Dinner is ready."

At the mention of food Yuuri's stomach audibly grumbled. This sound also echoed, making Yuuri giggle. "Alright, Vitya," he knew using the nickname would soften Viktor enough to keep him from lecturing Yuuri about the late hour. "I will head home now." Reaching down to unlace his skate, he felt the soreness of his bottom ribs. Sucking in the pain, he hissed, "I love you," through clenched teeth.

"I love you too," Viktor chirped, "and when you get home, I am going to thoroughly examine the damage you have done to yourself."

The call went dead in Yuuri's hand as other parts of him sprung to life. Viktor's examinations of Yuuri's injuries seldom resulted in a PG rating. Now even more encouraged to reach their shared apartment, Yuuri hastily tossed his skates into his bag, throwing it over his shoulder as he walked. He pulled the piece of paper from his pocket that contained all the information as to how to properly close the rink for the night. At the Ice Castle, he could have subconsciously executed the closure proceedings. Here in St. Petersburg, he was still anxious to prove to Yakov that his presence wouldn't negatively affect the Russian skaters. This included a painstaking amount of care with all of Yakov's instructions. Finally pausing at the entrance, his slow execution of Yakov's closing routine was interrupted by the ping from his cell phone. He rarely read his emails, letting Phichit and Viktor have direct access to his account so that it didn't become overrun with spam, but the one that popped up caught his eye.

"Buzzfeed social experiment – Katsuki/Nikiforov"

Yuuri blinked at the subject line trying to recall ever directly interacting with the quasi-news outlet. Other than the embarrassing post about himself that Viktor had convinced some hopeless romantic to let him publish, Yuuri couldn't remember his name ever appearing in conjunction with the company. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened the email, brows furrowed in concentration. The glow of his screen illuminated his face, a beacon of alarm in the darkened room.

"Dear Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov,

We greatly appreciate your willingness to participate in our Valentine's Day couples social experiment. Attached you will find your itinerary for your Buzzfeed day in London. Please advise us of your travel arrangements if they have already been made. If you have not already made travel arrangements and need assistance in doing so, please do not hesitate to contact me.

We are looking forward to working with both of you on this project!

Sincerely,

The Buzzfeed Project Team"

Locking his phone, Yuuri could process only one thought as he locked the doors to the rink. Viktor is a dead man.

The sound of the door told Viktor that Yuuri was home. The slam of the door told him that he should probably hide. Ducking into the bathroom, Viktor locked the door, scooting comically far away from it. His phone dinged in his hand. Nervously he looked at the message.

"He checked his email," read Phicit's message, causing Viktor's eyebrows to raise as far as they could go. "He knows about BF."

Well, Viktor thought, I can either stay in this bathroom until I die of starvation or I can walk out and let Yuuri be my cause of death. He didn't get a chance to choose as the locked popped on the bathroom with the door slinging open immediately. "Yuuri! It is a good thing I wasn't on the toilet! I forgot you could open that door." Viktor was trying to sound cheerful, masking the heat and fear he felt from the furious expression of his fiancé. "How was your solo time on the ice?" His voice was still even, despite Yuuri stalking into the bathroom at a terrifyingly slow pace.

"Viktor Nikiforov," Yuuri's voice was quiet, with a hint of danger tinging it, "explain yourself." Moving passed Viktor without touching him, Yuuri removed his practice clothes placing them in the plastic bin reserved for their sweatiest items and stepped in the shower. Noting his fiancé's interest in his naked form, Yuuri purposefully snapped the door to the shower shut, closing himself away from Viktor's view. The vindictive part of him relished in the whine of the other man.

"What part of me would you like me to explain, Yuuri?" Viktor waited until the shower started to slowly remove his own clothes. There was a noncommittal noise escaping the shower. If Yuuri wanted to play games, Viktor was ready. Slipping silently into the shower, he grasped his fiancé's hips turning his body to face Viktor's own. "Do you want me to explain how much I love you? Or perhaps how much I want you when you get that angry look on your face?" Taking a chance, Viktor leaned it to kiss Yuuri. The strong splash of water to his face left him with the sputtering realization that Yuuri wasn't going to let him off the hook that easy.

"Try again," Yuuri scrubbed his hands through his hair, refusing to touch Viktor, even though his stare was causing Viktor's skin to crawl in a very delicious way.

"Help me out a bit, Yuuri," Viktor pouted back into the beautiful angry face. Yuuri Katsuki had many weaknesses, but Viktor's puppy eyes was certainly at the top of the list and he was using them to the best of his ability.

"You know exactly what I am talking about," Yuuri used his index finger to attempt to push Viktor's bottom lip back up, the anger slipping from his eyes at the stubborn resistance of Viktor's pout. Suppressing a smile, Yuuri urged Viktor on with one word. "Buzzfeed."

"Ah, yes, well… that," Viktor looked anywhere except at Yuuri. "I thought it would be fun! We get to spend the weekend in London and it is really only about two hours' worth of time." He trailed off when Yuuri put a hand under his chin, forcing him to look his fiancé in the face. This was normally how Viktor calmed Yuuri and the role reversal was not lost on the coach. "It is for Valentine's Day and it sounds really sweet, and… oh Yuuri, I just want the whole world to know how much I love you!"

It was a cheap shot but it worked. Yuuri dropped his hand, sighing hard before sticking his face directly into the stream of hot water. Staying there until Viktor pulled him out, lovingly wiping the water from his face, Yuuri bought himself enough time to stay off his impending panic attack. "Really though," he dropped his exhausted head onto Viktor's shoulder, giving into the loving caresses on his back, "what have you signed us up for now?"

Viktor smiled into the wet shoulder, recognizing his own victory. "It is an interview," he paused trying to remember what the cheerful woman had told him on the phone, "they interview us each separately and then we watch the answers together. They film our reactions. It is going to be released for Valentine's Day!"

Yuuri sighed again. Viktor loved Valentine's Day, and despite Yuuri's general dislike for the holiday, he didn't want to disappoint Viktor. If the questions got too personal, Yuuri surmised that he could start babbling in Japanese until they gave up. Viktor might not like seeing that on video, but it would probably amuse Yuuri. He lifted his head, feeling the sleep invading his brain, and laid his forehead against Viktor's. "This will make you happy?" He already knew the answer, asking the question more to receive the reassurance of the answer.

"You make me happy," Viktor smiled, admiring the effects of his words on Yuuri's face, "this is a free trip to London and a chance to talk about how much I love you. I don't see the negative in that." He reached around to shut the water off, pulling Yuuri's towel from the towel warmer and wrapping the smaller man up. Securing his own towel, he playfully lifted Yuuri off of his feet.

"I guess we are going to London then." Yuuri let his head drop onto Viktor's shoulder, exhaustion stripping him of his ability to fight. "One condition though," Yuuri nuzzled Viktor's neck, feeling his love's moan against his lips, "bring me dinner in bed and let's not get out of it until tomorrow morning."

Placing Yuuri on the mattress, Viktor grinned with his hands on his hips. "Deal!" He rushed toward the bedroom door to retrieve their dinner. Turning on his heel, he glanced back at his sleepy ball of katsudon. "You'll see, Yuuri, it will be fun!"

Yuuri chuckled at Viktor's certainty. Shaking his head, he laid back on the headboard, counting in his mind all of the ridiculous things he had let Viktor con him into, all because he loved the man way too much for his own good. Interviews held the least amount of fun for him, but with Viktor by his side, anything was possible.