Timeless

"Five years…" Phichit mumbled as he worked his dark red tie while standing before a mirror.

Giacometti came into view beside him nodding before he checked his blond hair and straightened his sleeves. "I'd say its been a long time coming but…"

Phichit turned to the side, towards Chris. "Yeah…so, have the box ready?"

Chris patted his breast pocket. "Yup. You?"

Chulanont did the same and nodded before he eyed the clock on the night stand. "Let's get going, we're going to be lucky if we're only a few minutes late as is."

The blonde took Phichit's wrist, stopping the man from going anywhere. "I think a minute won't hurt anyone."

"Eh? What is it?"

"Nothing." Soon, cool lips met the backs of slender, copper fingers. "I'm happy is all."

Grey eyes melted as shoulders relaxed. "I see…"

Those same lips swiftly met his forehead. "Are you sure we have to bolt right now?"

"C-Come on, Christophe," Phichit chided, suddenly flustered. "Or Mila is gonna kill us."

"Heh, fine, fine," Giacometti let go of Phichit's wrist, but not before he stole a peck on the cheek. "Let's go."

Warm, sweet, and many.

"Hehe, aren't we…getting…the order…wrong?" Yuri chuckled between a run of peppered kisses. Instead of a reply, he found himself further enveloped in a strong embrace around his lower back while half-sitting up on the headboard and fluffy pillows. "Victor~, hehehe, we're gonna have fifteen minutes to get dressed at this rate!"

Victor, who was straddling Yuri's form when kissing, wordlessly slid down flat, over the lithe body under him, and rested his chin on Yuri's bare stomach so he could still look up into those dual-colored depths and then he smiled.

Silence. No clocks. Just peace.

Yuri tilted his head to the side. "What?" He whispered with a small smile of his own.

The Russian only replied with hugging Yuri a bit tighter before turning his silver head to the side to rest a while longer.

Yuri sighed through his nose and started to run a gentle hand through those short locks. "Five years…come a long way since then, haven't we?"

Victor hummed in agreement, nodding for a bit.

Yuri looked up to a framed certificate on the wall by their bed and beamed a little, still so happy to have finally pass to get his license and practice medicine again.

'Dr. D'ros…' Yuri turned his attention towards the pair of awaiting pressed suits draped over the back of the couch. '…well…not for much longer, but still…" he thought before he looked down to the resting head on his stomach.

His smile grew. He was a doctor again. Not a surgeon -yet- but he could heal. If he could heal, Yuri felt useful, content, and was thankful to Victor for supporting him.

"Yu~ri? What are you thinking about, darlin'?" Victor drawled in a sleepy happiness.

Yuri ruffled the silver locks affectionately. "About today. Come. We've waited too long."

'An evening affair, not a big to-do, tender, and sincere,' Mila thought, recalling Yuri's words for the nth time as she balled her anxious hands into fists at her sides.

"Georgi! What did I say about the roses?!"

"To scatter them!" He defended.

"Yeah nicely! A car might as well have run into a flower truck!" Mila argued.

Both of the step siblings next heard a whistle. "Good to know his creative talent hasn't changed."

Mila turned around and pointed at Yurio who indifferently stood beside Otabek. "Stuff it. They'll be here in ten minutes and I don't want it to look like some winter dumpster dive, all right?!"

Yurio rolled his eyes while taking Otabek's hand. "Chill, princess, they'll love it regardless what you do," he retorted as the two walked over to take their seat on one of the handful of golden chairs set out on the grand ballroom balcony.

The redhead caught herself from letting her jaw drop from the almost compliment and stood up straighter. "Er…r-right…still tho…um, Georgi let's pick up a few of these messier ones."

Georgi quickly nodded and got to work, rounding up broken rose blossoms he somehow thought were just fine a few minutes ago.

"Hey, we're here!" Phichit announced, pulling Chris along a few minutes later.

Mila groaned as she hurriedly threw away a dozen blossoms over the ledge to the trimmed landscape below. "You're late! You had to be here thirty minutes ago!"

Phichit froze. "Huh?! You said seven!"

Mila shook her head. "I needed you two for a quick rehearsal, especially you, Chris, as you're officiating, but never mind now and help!"

"Breathe, lady!" Yurio shouted in reminding. "It will be fine!"

"I'm in heels and having to pick up Georgi's mess. Hurry!" She commanded. "And pray they are running late too!"

"Whelp…looks like we need to give them twenty," Yuri chuckled, able to hear the whole upset from where he stood, in the middle of the dark ballroom save the full winter moon's pale light ushering past the tall windows.

Victor ran a hand through his hair while he stood by Yuri's side. "Family. Can't live with them, can't live without them," he sighed.

Yuri looked down to Victor's offered hand. "Nani?" He whispered.

"Well we're already out of order…why not?" Victor suggested with a grin.

Hand in hand, the two soon brought each other into a starting waltz pose, with Victor taking the lead Yuri followed in graceful stride. One-two-three, one-two-three, the pair softly danced between the shadows and bluish light, their feet gliding, whispering across the ground, their eyes never straying from their partner.

Right after another twirl, Victor brought Yuri into a kiss before sliding the two of them into a dip.

Yuri pulled back first. "Victor?"

'Dear Eternal you're beautiful in the moonlight…' Victor thought. "Da?"

Yuri didn't look away as blushing brides often did. "Do you know why I love you?"

Blue eyes widened before Victor cocked an eyebrow. "I know we're out of order, but shouldn't we save that bit for what's waiting for us on the balcony?" He lightly teased.

Yuri shifted, prompting Victor to bring themselves upright. "Those hundreds of twinkling lights wrapped around the stone banister, the dozens of rose petals while under the countless stars is but a setting. I want to tell you because some things are worth repeating."

"God…dammit, Yuri," Victor sniffed with a shake of his head. "I'm a mob boss and you're making me choke back a big sob today."

"Because I know the real you. Before the mob, before our biggest and longest trial, I know your warm self," Yuri whispered as he stepped into Victor's space as close as possible, cupping the pale flesh of Nikiforov's cheek with his right hand. "And, today is a day we've waited for a very long time…and so, I need to tell you."

Victor sighed through his nose, wrapped his hands around Yuri's hips, and closed his eyes after resting his forehead onto Yuri's. "Ok…I'm ready."

Yuri closed his eyes too. "I love you because I feel cherished beside you. Wanted. We faltered, we fell, but we pulled through, our hearts pulled through. I am happiest beside you, Vitya Nikiforov...for better or for worse."

"And I love you," Victor replied, his heart feeling so full, "because I-"

"Oh lovebir~ds! Better get in here before Mila has a conn~iption~," Phichit sung in a tease, his head just peeking around the beam of the balcony entrance with a flat hand by his mouth.

Yuri started to snigger as blue eyes dimmed.

"Yup, he's dead." Victor deadpanned. "Bye, love," he let Yuri go and whipped around, "I'm gonna kill him."

"No~es!" Yuri giggled, and quickly wrapped his arms around Victor's waist to hold him back.

"Y-You're, without a doubt, the w-worst best man," Giacometti chuckled, meanwhile Georgi had to hold Mila back, who was so close to losing it, having realized the pair were waiting on them to get started.

Phichit turned around with a shrug. "Meh, can't have a wedding without a few laughs."

Yurio started to rub his temples. "This family…I swear…"

"Say it again?" Yuri happily requested, letting a rose pink tie slip onto the ground as firm lips pressed into his temple.

"Again, huh?" Victor replied as he tossed Yuri's suit jacket onto the couch before starting on Yuri's cerulean tie. "Let's see…"

Within the shadows of their candle lit suite he had prepared for them, Victor saw Yuri's eyes shine.

"To Yuri…" The tie slipped through his fingers onto the floor. "I feel needed beside you." Victor stepped in close and guided Yuri around so his back faced the foot of the bed a few strides away. "I love you because you're willing to look past my faults…" He stepped forward, prompting Yuri to walk backwards. Hands in hands, their eyes never wavered from the other's. "and forgave my transgressions. I am so proud of your accomplishments since your recovery and look forward to seeing what you become at your side."

The two paused right at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning each other's shirt, silently taking in each other's closeness as the lit fireplace crackled in the background.

Yuri slid his hands up Victor's bare chest.

Victor pulled Yuri's hips close. 'Gods, I just want to kiss you…'

Yuri smiled, settling his hands over Victor's shoulders.

"To our Eternity, I swear to love you with everything I am."

With a full heart, Yuri covered Victor's lips with his. Deep, with the rush of giving in, Yuri next jumped up into Victor's arms, leaving Victor to catch as he wrapped his legs around his waist.

Victor held onto Yuri's ass while blindly climbing onto the bed, soon lying the two of them down all arms and legs reaching and wrapping around in urging hope to bring the bodies closer still.

The two pulled and tugged until the remainder of their clothes littered the floor hardly breaking their heated kiss. No need to see, only feel.

"Vit…ya…please…"

Victor moved to sit on his knees, lifting Yuri onto his lap.

Yuri moaned into Victor's unrelenting mouth as he sat down, letting his bent legs spread apart across the sheets, and held around Victor's neck to hang on for every pleasurable stroke which slid in and out of him.

"Harder," Yuri begged into Victor's lips with a gasp. "Nghn!"

He held his hips, he ran his hands along Yuri's back, dug his fingers in those raven locks as he embraced him with one arm. Victor couldn't make up his mind to holding him close yet knew he was as close as he possibly could, relishing every moment inside.

"Phwa~ Victor…ha…ha…"

From there it slowed, from there a heated night gave near pause. Slowly up and down, the two rose and fell, eye to eye, their gaping mouths brushing each other, almost sharing breath instead of a kiss, both wishing to speak but the warm pleasures took all words. Eye to eye, Yuri adjusted himself to let his legs extend towards the foot of the bed, taking Victor deeper inside while Victor watched, fixed to Yuri's flushed expressions.

Yuri framed Victor's face with shaking hands. "Vit..ha…ha~ ngn!"

The tender respite ended as Victor resumed his pace, unable to wait any longer. They took and they gave until the met their release head on, together.

"Yuri…" Victor breathed out in a whisper as the two collapsed onto their sides.

"Victor…" Yuri nuzzled in. "This was amazing…"

"Yuri," Victor ruffled the black hair affectionately. "Gods I love you."

"Me too," Yuri sighed in content.

"I want to let you know something else too, Yuri, consider it my gift."

"Oh?"

Blue eyes crinkled happily. "We will be free of the mafia one day. I've received word back from a couple of connections who've accepted my proposals."

Yuri gasped before he smiled, squeezing Victor in his embrace. "I can't wait for you to tell me how you did it. I'm so proud of you."

Victor brought Yuri's fingers to his lips just after he had pulled the comforters over their bodies. "You are my highest blessing," he promised once again, finally able to finish what were his vows just hours ago. "Always."

-The End-

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