By the time he got back to his apartment, he was tired and cold. Viktor took off his shirt and got into bed. He didn't get a frozen dinner, but he wasn't even hungry anymore. Surprisingly, he fell asleep quickly.

Viktor waited to be woken up by his usual alarm clock. He had to get to the rink and train. Did he forget to set it?

...holy shit something was suddenly licking his leg. Okay. Okay had some crazy homeless person broken into his apartment last night--

He opened his eyes and froze.

This was not his bedroom.

The room he was in now was large, yes, much larger than his real one. There was a window to the left. The window had sunflowers on the curtains.

There was a dresser too. On top of the dresser were papers, knickknacks and photographs. They were of Viktor.

What the hell?!

Before he could see anything else, two dogs came very suddenly into his view. They were both a reddish brown color, though the smaller one more red than the bigger one. The small one looked like a toy poodle; the big one like maybe a Labrador-poodle thing. The big one licked his nose and in shock, he pushed them both off.

"Urgh... hey, I know it's Christmas, Vitya, but it's your turn to take them out, okay?"

Viktor was really going to have a heart attack now. This was not his room. These were not his dogs--he didn't have dogs!  And there was someone else in this bed now.

It...was a man. A young man with messy black hair and a little bit of chub around him. Viktor's heart pounded harder. Why was he in bed with a man?

The man opened his eyes--brown, Asian eyes--and...oh.

Viktor Nikiforov hadn't seen Yuuri Katsuki in years. They...god, they'd both been practically just out of puberty. Yuuri was soft cheeked, and adorned with glasses, and Viktor knew he'd taken one look at the boy and fallen hard for him.

But he hadn't acted on it! He wanted to be a professional figure skater. And in Russia, there were no homosexual athletes.

So this wasn't real. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

"Get up." Yuuri moaned, poking Viktor's leg with a cold foot. He blushed at that moan, although it was far from sexual. "Yuri is gonna come in here wanting me to make something to eat, and then everyone's coming over, and they have to go out--"

The bedroom door opened and Viktor looked at it in bewilderment. A small blonde kid, maybe in his mid teens, hopped up on their bed. He pushed the dogs off, at least.

"Get up, fatty." He poked Yuuri Katsuki hard in the side, making the latter groan slightly. "I'm hungry. I hate your stupid 'no getting presents until everyone's awake' rule. I'm practically an adult."

"Which is why you need to be patient, Yura." Yuuri sat up sleepily. "Vitya, can you hand me my glasses for a sec? They're behind the--wait, no they're not, I remembered..."

"Fuck you two. You're disgusting." The blonde kid--did Yuuri call him the same name too...?--muttered. "You threw them on the ground when you fucked, didn't you?" 

And that was when Viktor jumped out of bed. 

Neither of the two people still in the bed looked upset by that. Yuuri looked up, squinting because yeah he still wasn't wearing glasses. "Hurry back. Everyone's coming over after morning service. Oh, and Vitya--strong coffee."

The dogs followed him out of the room happily. His shoulders were so tense, he didn't even look back.