Word Count: 1182

Rating: PG-13

Description: Yuuri learns that love is limited in Russia

    I've currently arrived in Moscow, Russia, Viktor's native place. I noticed how his eyes sparkled with amazement to be back at Russia. We ran towards a bakery where Viktor order two Piroshkis. My palms held the pastry as my eyes wandered around the edges. The fried bun seemed to please the Russian skater as he took another bite. It didn't look that bad as seen from Viktor. Therefore, my teeth sunk into the warm Piroshki. To my surprise, the fried bun held a variety of fillings inside. The heat of the dessert mingled with the cool breeze, warming my body.  The filling melted, driving my taste buds for more. Eagerly I bit another piece of the Russian dessert, savoring it. "You're really enjoying the Piroshki." Commented Viktor. My eyes glanced up. His hands no longer carried his dessert, since he had already eaten it. The corners of Viktor's mouth had bits of the Piroshki falling off. I snatched for a napkin nearby. Viktor gave me a flustered look as the napkin rubbed against his soft lips. The crumbs fell to the floor, his mouth lacked from them now yet my hands still worked its way to his lips. I scooted closer just to feel the puff of his balmy breath. Viktor's lips shifted to a smirk knowing what I have done. The way the napkin meet with Viktor's lips made me wished it my lips on his. I bit my cheek, containing the urge. Oh but he's right there! Indiscriminately, my hands slid to the side of Viktor's face. My puckered lips leaned slowly as my eyelids got heavy. Viktor's breath was about to mingle with mine until he hustled me away. I gasped at this sudden revelation. My knitted eyes glanced at his. I pouted my mouth, wishing to be kissed. Typically, Viktor would smash his lips to mine thanks to my pouting mouth. Instead, he restrained those actions by biting his lips and averting his eyes. My disappointment quickly turned into anger. I opened my mouth ready to scold but Viktor hastily grasped my wrist, dashing out of the bakery. It was so sudden that my half-bitten Piroshki slipped out of my hand. We stumbled towards fans as we sprinted, but Viktor didn't seem to pay any attention. His impudent actions angered me. Why is he acting so strange? 

Along with this crazy relay, I noticed how signs illuminated the passageway for the passengers. Or how some lights lit brighter than others, catching the tourist attention to the propaganda. Although I didn't know what words meant, Russia reminded me awful a lot of the busy streets of Tokyo. Before I was able to comment that to Viktor, the lights were starting to vanish along with the tourist. He stopped running. I knelt down, catching my breath. It quicken then slowly went back to normal. I stood beside Viktor, who still kept averting his eyes as if I was a complete stranger. "Hey!" my hoarse voice yelled. My head shifted to his way but Viktor turned the other way. "What was that! The pushing and the whole running thing. You know I can't run that very fast!" I bellowed. The way Viktor scanned around instead of listening to me pissed me off. I gritted my teeth as I curled my hand into a knuckle. "私は今、怒っている! [I'm fucking pissed right now!]" I roared in my native language. Fortunately, Viktor turned his head to me. But my clenched face fell. It disappeared to a pitiful frown.

The Russian's agitated face trembled, the perfect curve of his face was ruined by his anxiety and is forehead was wrinkled up This was a whole new image of Vikor that Yuuri had never wished to see. "W-What's wrong?" I asked. My lingering hands tried to crawl to the sides of his face but I was frightened that he would slap them away. So I didn't. The Russian man didn't answer. He waved for a taxi that drove us to his luxurious apartment. In the car ride, my hand rested on his thighs. I scanned for any sneaky tears. Despite the fact that there weren't any, my finger ran through his dry skin then to his chin. I caressed it a bit, smiling. But Viktor vigorously shook his head the other way. My hands fell and rested on my thighs instead. Why are you doing this to me? 

Viktor's apartment was complimented with shades of blue and gray that was reallyViktor. His place reminded me of those I see from the magazine that amazes everyone with the aesthetic design. My bottom rested on his comfy couch. Meanwhile, Viktor roamed back and forth in front of me. "Sorry for these recent things I have done." His voice apologetic and soft caught my attention. I observed his face again. Viktor was wrinkle-free and stress-free to my relief. Then, he sat beside me. His fingers made circles on my thighs. "I-I don't know how to explain this to you." He breathed. "It's that," He ran his other hand through his silver locks then his hand embraced mine. His glossy eyes glared at mine. "Russia isn't like Japan. Japan is so accepting unlike here." The Russian man's voice trailed off. His head clung low, staring at the invisible circle he made on my thighs. "What do you mean?" Our knees touched as I scooted closer. "Russia has a loving boundary and it pisses me a lot." I tried to understand what said but it was difficult to comprehend. I furrowed my eyebrows, stroking my chin. "Or in other words, I'm a disgrace to Russia." Viktor hastily spoke. 

My eyes widen. I gasped underneath the palm of my hand. Viktor couldn't possibly be a disgrace to Russia! He represents Russia when he was skating. He was proud to represent his loving country. It makes no sense if his native place would loathe him whenever he brings the gold medal with him. "Wh-Why are you a disgrace to Russia? You were the best skater Europe h-" 

I was cut by Viktor's voice."It's not about my skating." He stated firmly. "I-It's about my sexuality." The Russian man added slowly. He clenched his fist, resisting to touch my thigh. I hastily wrapped my hands around his fist. Brushing my thumb on his rough knuckles, I glanced at his glossy eyes. "Viktor, I believe anyone should be happy with who they are and love. No matter type of gender you like or dislike. And if you like men then you should be proud of it." I explained with a smile. Viktor tilted his head and mirrored my smile. "I wish there were more people like you in this world, Yuuri." 

Viktor's fisted deformed and he wrapped them around my hips, pulling me towards. My head collapsed to the beating sound of Viktor's chest. I felt his fingers through the scalp of my hair. He lifts my bangs up and pressed his lips on my forehead.

Then, he spoke. "I love you Yuuri."

"I love you too."~