This takes place after Season 1 of YOI. Victor and Yuuri have their own house, with separate bedrooms. Yes, they sleep in separate rooms (most of the time). Fight me.

This is a longer story, about a good 4,000 words. It does become sort of a drag so I've added an optional ending point about 2/3 of the way through, where, if it does become boring, you can stop reading. Everything after that is unimportant crap I just added because my brain wanted to and I was procrastinating on work.

This concept was inspired by a certain scene in a certain episode in a certain show (no it's not from Yuri On Ice so you can stop singing History Maker now) that becomes pretty obvious halfway through...

Yeah I'll shut up now.

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*KRACKABOOM* The windows seemed to shudder as the thunderous sound echoed through the house. A figure standing by the kitchen sink jumped, their grip tightening on the glass in their hand. Taking a deep breath, Yuuri Katsuki shut off the faucet with one hand while running his hand through his hair with the other, staring down at his water cup. His mind was racing, swamped with the muddy feel of midnight thoughts. A flash of light illuminated the room through the larger windows, revealing the scene outside. Trees swayed side to side as the howling wind weaved through, tearing leaves from the branches. Rain had begun to pour down, creating a therapeutic 'tip tap' on the roof above. There had been reports of an incoming cyclone in Hasetsu, so this storm came of no surprise. Still, the apparent severity of it still came as a shock. Taking a deep breath, the man slowly began making his way back to the room where he had been sleeping. As he walked down the hallway, he automatically slowed as came near a specific door, willing his footsteps to become lighter, as silent as that of a mouse. He was no more than halfway across the hallway when yet another clap of thunder shook the house once more.

Along with it came another sound.

So quiet, it may as well have been a figment of Yuuri's imagination. A small...whimper? At least, that is what it had sounded like, but then again, Yuuri's brain was always making the weirdest of sounds. Still, he couldn't help but pause in front of the door.

Did it come from in there...no, I'm going crazy... Shaking what seemed like the most insane deduction from his brain, he took yet another step forward towards his bedroom door. A third boom echoed through the house, weaker than the last.

There it was again. This time, it was so very clearly not a figment of a sleep-deprived mind. Now turning his whole body towards the door, his fingertips gently stroked the cool metal door handle. Was it really ok for him to be entering like this? Outside, the wind seemed to howl louder as the pace of the rain picked up drastically. One sudden gust outside sent a sound like wailing through the house. It startled Yuuri, causing him nearly to drop the glass. Through the thin wood, his searching ear picked up a sharp inhale. Now certain that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he tightened his grip on the door handle, and tugged it downward, opening the door as slow as possible.

"Victor?" Yuuri poked his head in, whispering the name as he scanned the room. Upon his first look, all looked normal, calm, quiet. Through the sheen curtains draped over the windows, very little light poked through, coating the room in an inky darkness that could only come with the impending doom of a cyclone.

"Of course nothing's wrong. I'm an idiot. It was probably some animal outside." Standing there staring at the void, his mind began to wander. "Why did I think something was wrong? My body moved before my mind could think." This often would be a brutal mistake in skating, and at this point, Yuuri had thought he was past it. Still, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the door. Why didn't everything feel...right? "It must be my fatigue."

Breathing a small sigh as his stupidity, he willed his hand and began to close the door...when he heard something else. It was a sound he recognized, but at that moment his brain was too busy picking at the tangles of thoughts in his brain to put a word to the sound. Poking his head back in, he looked around again. Once again, his stinging eyes failed to spot any difference in the room. Breathing shallow breaths, his eyes slowly turned towards the one spot he had pushed not to look at. "I don't know why I hadn't looked there before." On the large 4 posted bed positioned against the wall, he had noticed a large lump underneath the sheets, unnaturally shaped. It also seemed to be...shivering. Curiosity taking over him, he pushed the door open wide enough so he could fit through, and, holding his breath, walked over to the bedside.

*KRACKABOOM* This nature's roar rocked the earth, making the windows shake in their frames. Any harder, and Yuuri swore they would have shattered. He froze immediately, eyes shooting up to the windows. "No, no cracks." He turned his gaze back down to the bed, and his eyes widened. The sheets were shaking as if they were cold, and shallow breathing could be heard from under them. "Wait...."

"Victor?" Yuuri whispered. The name went unnoticed, so he repeated it a bit louder. When he heard nothing again, this just confirmed his suspicion. If there was something he knew about Victor, it was that, whenever his name was spoken in Yuuri's voice, he would always respond, let it be mumbled in his sleep, or just as bubbly as when he was awake. Something brushed his fingertips, bringing his eyes down. Unknowingly, his hand has reached out to grasp the linen sheets.

Without so much of a second thought, he drew them back.

Underneath, Victor was curled into a tight fetal position, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. In one hand, he was grasping his phone, earbuds plugged in and tucked into his ears. What struck Yuuri was strange was that, unlike his normal sleepwear (which was literally nothing), he wore a thick blue sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. His entire body was trembling.

"What is..." Yet another clap of thunder rattled Yuuri, this one very close to causing the glass to slip from his hand. Drawing in a sharp breath, Victor's eyes shot open along with the rest of his body, earbuds falling out. In a brief moment, Yuuri caught a good look into the ocean eyes. They weren't the warm blue that he had been so used to. Instead, they were laced with absolute terror, like fractals of ice. They shook along with the rest of his body. He had taken a sharp breath in, and was now panting as if he had just run a marathon, sitting up in his spot. His hand grasped the cloth in front of where his heart would be. He seemed to be trying to calm himself down, eyes focused straight ahead.

Unknown to Yuuri, the Russian felt as if he was drowning, enclosed in an envelope of terror. To him the room was a void of inky uncertainty has lacked any sense of love and safety. And it was closing in to him rapidly.

"Yuuri...where are you?"

Something soft touched the top of his head, on a specific spot that only one other person knew of. It was a spot that brought him back to other times. But right now, it served as a life saver; a flotation device that pulled him to the surface, as the inkiness around him slowly melted away.

"Victor?"

His head jerked in the direction in which the muffled call had come from.

His eyes met the mocha ones of his Eros. A wave of pleasurable warmth swept through him, in the same way a crackling fire made one's gut fill with a pleasing sensation that made one feel safe.

"Victor, are you ok?" Answer him, dammit. Pushing, he forced a smile onto his otherwise tightly-drawn face.

"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Yuuri didn't look convinced. Setting his glass down on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and stared the skater straight in the eyes. All he could see in them was fear. Sighing, he rest his hand on Victor's trembling one.

"Don't lie to me, I can tell something's wrong." His soft voice hit the Russian straight in the heart, stroking a nerve he didn't know he had. A feeling coursed up from his heart straight to his face, one that he hadn't felt in so long.

"No, no, keep it hidden. You don't want to worry Yuuri."

He opened his mouth to say something else, but it clamped shut as a seventh clap of thunder rang through the room. Yuuri watched as he seemed to transform, almost. His eyes widened and pupils compressed. He grew rigid, inhaling sharply. He grew pale.

"Dammit, I don't have my pillow. What should I grab onto...."

Yuuri very nearly fell from where he sat when two long arms wrapped around his waist and head pressed to his side. All of which were shaking. Yuuri was rendered frozen.

"Y-yuuri..." He meant to whimper the name in his head but it ended up escaping his lips. Subconsciously, said man scooted closer to the shaking man and wrapped his arms around his back. Under him, Victor continued to shake, but it eased slightly. They sat there for a minute, listening to the pitter patter of the rain.

"Victor...are you scared of thunder?" Though he already knew the answer to that, the question still escaped him. The shivering man already gave him his answer.

"Shoot, I don't know what to do. Should I hug him? Talk to him? Kiss him? What to do, what to doooo..."

"I don't want you to do anything..." Victor's soft shaky startled him. "Just stay with me...please..."

"Shit did I say that out loud?" His words struck him, however. I don't want you to do anything...

His eyes fell on the earbuds laying on the sheets, and it gave him an idea. Slowly, he pried himself from Victor's arms. Said man's eyes, which had fallen closed, shot open once more, watching as the man crawled over his legs and sat up right next to him. Grabbing the earbuds, he stuck them into Victor's ears, cranking up the music. Through the little sound that escape them, Yuuri could hear the familiar piano riff of his free skate music, Yuri On Ice. He wrapped his arm around Victor's shoulders and pulled him in, resting the platinum-haired head on his shoulder. The sounds of the nature's fury outside seemed to ebb, though it continued with the severity of before. Through the gentle orchestral music, what normally would have come through as howling wind and thunderous claps was now replaced by Yuuri's soft breathing. It matched the beat of the song, lulling him towards a soft peaceful slumber. But, he continued to fight against his lead eyelids, forcing them open. He gently lifted Yuuri's arm from his shoulder, letting him pull it back down to his side.

"Huh--" He was cut off when Victor instead latched onto his arm, hugging it like a child hugs a beloved stuffed animal. Though Yuuri had been used to Victor's childish behavior by now, it still shocked him.

"Mine..." He breathed out, clearly falling under the line between consciousness and sleep. By this point, Yuuri noticed that his heart rate had slowed.

"I've never seen Victor like this..." As he thought about it more and more, he began to notice all the signs. The increase in worry whenever reports of rain came in, the constant insistence of bringing earbuds everywhere, and the isolation when the storms did roll around. "Dammit, how did I miss those? I should have known..."

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"Victor...VICTOR!" The Russian man jumped at the mention of his name, peeling his eyes from the weather report on TV.

"Eh, yes?"

"I asked if you thought we had enough water stored." Yuuri was crouched by the many packs of water bottles resting on the table. "Hey, are you ok?" Victor noticed that he had tensed up, and immediately tried to relax.

"Yes, yes, of course. Just tired." He fibbed, flashing his signature smile. Yuuri mirrored the smile, before turning back to the supplies.

"But we don't know how long it'll be before we can go out again, and water is the one thing we can't run out of, but at the same time we need to save money for canned food in case we run out of that, speaking of which do we have enough of that, hmm, let me see. Twenty cans of corn, fifteen canned pork cutlet bowls, some canned fruit, twenty-five bags of chips, oh, what about batteries, do we have any of those, I think Vitya was in charge of that, hope he bought them, wait, how many water bottles do we have again..."

"Yuuuuri..." Now it was Yuuri's turn to jump as he felt Victor's arms wrap around his waist and his nose nuzzle in the nape of his neck. "You're worrying too much again."

"A-am I?" He stammered, entirely too flustered to form a complete sentence.

"Yes, calm down. It's only supposed to last a few days, we'll be fine."

"B-but..." Out in the distance, the faint roar of a clap of thunder drew both their gazes out the windows. Victor's eyes widened as a gradient of dark clouds appeared out in the horizon. His hands fell from around Yuuri's waist, and clasped his shirt instead. His head lifted from its resting place and instead looked over his shoulder.

"Um...are you sure you're ok?" Victor felt a hand on his, and relaxed his grip. "You seem pretty worried."

"I....I told you, I'm just tired."

"Do you want to watch a movie, take your mind off of it?" A smile tugged at his lips, but fell almost immediately.

"No, I think I'll just go to bed." Lowering his hands, he turned to walk off towards his room, but was held back as Yuuri's grip on his hand tightened.

"Do you want me to join you?" (NO THIS AIN'T DIRTY Y'ALL IT'S CALLED CUDDLING)

"NO!" He answered too quickly, nearly clasping his hand over his mouth. The ravenette turned quickly, looking up at him with large glimmering eyes. "No, I'm fine." Victor reassured him. "I just need some sleep, that's all."

"Oh...well, 'night Vitya." The shorter man flashed him a smile. Out of an impulse, Victor leaned down and pressed his lips to his forehead.

"Goodnight, my little piggy..."

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*BANG BANG* (Bakugo is quaking)

The sound travelled through the house, speeding down the hallway, straight into Yuuri's ears. Reluctantly, his eyes slowly forced themselves open. They were met with with a shiny platinum, one that ticked his nose. Gently, he stroked the handful of velvety locks in his hand. Somehow, both he and Victor had sunk down so Yuuri's head was resting on the pillow and Victor's was tucked under his chin and up against his neck. Yuuri's arm was restricted in movement as Victor's head was resting on it, tucked into the ravenette's hold. Breathing deeply, Yuuri sank his face back into the platinum hair, taking a deep breath. It smelled of vodka and cinnamon, and it mesmerized his mind how strong yet gentle the scent was. It was a scent that could only be described as 'Victor'. The warm scent stroked his heart, sending a drowsiness through his body that just couldn't be ignored. Breathing deeply, Yuuri's hand's were held up as he allowed himself to sink deep into the lull of sweet sweet unconscious.

~OPTIONAL ENDING HERE~

*BANG BANG*

"Ok this is ridiculous. Go away. Leave me alone."
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*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*  Under his hold, Victor shifted in his sleep, pulling himself closer to Yuuri's body.

"I swear to everything that is holy, if you wake up my Vitya..."  Breathing a silent groan, Yuuri gently removed his arm from under Victor. Immediate tingles spread up to his shoulder from immobility. In a swift motion, he slipped out of bed and made his way over to the bedroom door. How he was able to close it without waking Victor up with nothing short if a miracle. Waiting a second to make sure he heard no noise coming from the room, he turned his glare to the front door.

"Who the hell could be knocking at our door at two am smack in the middle of a cyclone?"

Turns out that who was Yurio and Otabek.

They were staring out in the rain, Otsbek holding his jacket over Yurio's head. Both looked absolutely miserable, soaked to the bone.

"Y-Yurio, what the hell?! It's two in the morning!"

"Three, actually. Now let us in before we freeze, pork cutlet bowl." Completely speechless. Yuuri stepped to the side to let the two in.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the inn??" (May have forgot  to mention that they were in Hasetsu...)

"We got caught out in the rain on our way back from town and only had enough money to get a cab this far." Otabek replied simply as he walked over to the sink and began to wring out his coat.

"And what the hell were you doing out at 3am?!"

"Eating, what else?" The angsty teen trudged over to the living room and plopped down on the couch. Yuuri nearly screeched.

"GET OFF THE COUCH YOU'RE ALL WETTT..." He hissed, trying to keep his voice down to a minimum. Shrugging, the teen gestured to himself and Otabek, completely ignoring Yuuri's plead.

"So, do you have any money so we can get a cab or something?" Yuuri paused and glanced out the window, to see that the storm had picked up again.

"The thunder's going to be back soon..." He stole a glance at the closed door, before replying,

"No, there's no way I'm letting you go out in that, you're staying here tonight." Scoffing, Yurio rose from the couch, leaving a wet spot where he had sat, and strutted over to Yuuri.

"Yeah, and where are we gonna sleep?"

"W-well, I'm sleeping in Victor's room tonight, so you can take my room..." He slowly turned to look at Otabek. "Um...you wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch...would you?" The tall boy turned to stare deadpanned right at him.

"I'll sleep in your room too." He said simply, before turning to squeeze out the last of the water from his jacket.

"Wait...isn't Yurio sleeping in there? Why--"

"...Oh"

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"...OH"

Yurio eyed the ravenette as he took in the situation, then interrupted his thoughts.

"Yo, piggy! You got any clothes? I'm soaking here." Yurio called out, plopping back down on the couch. Both he and Otabek had started to shiver, sending a wave of guilt through Yuuri. They'd been here for a good 5 minutes and had yet to dry off.

"Uh, yeah, you can borrow some of mine, though I doubt they'll fit you well."

"Well big clothes are better than none, dumbass."

"H-hey!" Yuuri nearly screeched the word, but stopped himself just in time. He refused to let Vitya wake up, especially smack in the center of a cyclone with thunder. Not after the revelation of last night. Sighing, he jabbed his finger at Yurio. "Stay here, and don't do anything dumb." The blond stuck his tongue out at him.

"You're such a nag." Reluctantly, Yuuri turned his back on the teenagers and  made his way down the hallway and into his room, making sure to show down as he passed Victor's door.

A minute later he walked back out with two hoodies and 2 pairs of sweatpants. He had pulled them out of the donation pile in the back of his closet. Upon seeing the dry clothes, Yurio lept out of his seat.

"I call changing first!"

"SHHHHH!!" Yuuri hissed through his teeth, handing him a set. "Bathroom's down the hall, to the left, DO NOT make a mess." As the smaller teen passed him, he could have sworn he heard him say "nag". He just stood there, deadpanned, as he heard the bathroom door close. Then, he was faced with no other choice but to look at the only other person in the room.

The only sound disturbing their staring contest was the wind howling outside and the occasional far-away rumble. Both stared intently at the other, neither of them daring to blink. This was now a test of dominance, a right of passage, a battle to win all battles. It had been decided that the winner would be superior in asserting their manliness. Time passed at a snail's pace as the world around the two blurred into a muddy void of nothingness. The poison of drying eyes was slowly beginning to make itself known to Yuuri, along with the agony of not seeing any change in Otabek's position. Unknowingly, the two had begun to inch closer and closer, as if this would give them any advantage in the competition. The air grew tense, even the wind outside seem to pause to watch this match. The match that would decide it all. This would chose--

"Are you two about to kiss or something? Bleh."

The sudden voice caused Yuuri's heart to skip a beat. And in that beat, he lost all control of his eyelids, and they blinked closed.

"I win." Otabek said simply, straightening up from where he had been crouching down to Yuuri's eyelevel. Silently cursing on the inside, Yuuri spun in his seat to where Yurio was standing. He wore a black hoodie with, surprise surprise, an orange cat on it, and light gray sweatpants that matched the ones Victor had been wearing. The sleeves of the hoodie fell way beyond Yurio's hands, and the sweatpants bunched down by his feet. By the Look of Yuuri's face, he wasn't very amused.

"Win what?" He muttered as he trudged back over to the couch and plopped down on the dry cushion.

"Nothing." Yuuri siad the word a bit too quickly and, realizing his mistake, shoved the other set of clothes into Otabek's hands. "Down the hall, to your right, don't make a mess, yadda yadda." The man eyed him strangely before disappearing behind the hallway wall. Breathing a sigh of relief, the ravenette plopped down on an armchair and swiveled it to face the couch. Behind all the folds of fabric, Yurio's face was barely visible. The teenager sighed a deep breath, sinking deeper into the endless sea of comfort. Yuuri chuckled.

"You look comfy."

"Da..." Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he looked around, as if realizing something imperative. "So, where's Victor? I thought you two lived together or dumb shit."

"Oh he's sleeping." As if called on cue, a loud rumble of thunder made itself known right on top of them. "And I'd rather not wake him."

Yurio nodded. "That's right, I forgot he's afraid of thunder." Yuuri's head whipped around to stare at the teen, scooting up to the edge of his seat.

"Wait, you knew that?"

"Da."

"And you didn't think to mention that one small-but-not-very-small detail to me?"

"нет, it's super obvious." Yurio suddenly sat up, a wide smirk on his face. "Wait, did you seriously not know that??" The Japanese man flushed in embarrassment. "Wow, you are such a bad boyfriend."

"I am not his boyfriend." He snapped.

"Oh, no, you're right sorry, his FIANCE." He gestured to the ring that was shining out in broad daylight. In a quick move, Yuuri shoved his hand into the hoodie he was wearing. (Y'ALL WE HAVING A HOODIE FEST UP IN HERE.) Yurio opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off suddenly. A rose pink immediately dusted his cheeks. Confused by his sudden silence, Yuuri swiveled the chair around to see what he was looking at.

Otabek stood at the entrance to the room, his hair glistening in the little light coming from the lamp near the door. He wore a light gray hoodie with a tiger on it and black sweatpants. In his hands, he held both his soaking clothes and Yurio's, which had been left on the floor of the bathroom. Yuuri alternated glances between the two hoodied up men. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he watch Otabek completely ignore him and strut straight over to Yurio who hadn't moved nor taken his eyes off the man the entire time. Yuuri recognized his expression; he had seen the exact same one of Victor multiple times. Otabek plopped the clothes down on the floor near the foot of the couch then turned to Yuuri.

"Uh...thanks for taking us in." He muttered stiltedly. Yuri took this as a subtle way to tell him "now leave us alone" so he sprung to his feet.

"No problem." A long period of silenced seconds passed. "Well, um, I'm gonna head to bed, if you need me." Without waiting for a reply, Yuuri spun on his heels and shuffled back towards Victor's room, slicking off the lamp in the process.

"Yo, pork cutlet bowl... we can't see!" Ignoring those words, Yuuri softly pressed down on the door handle, careful not to let it click too loudly, and slid into the room.

*CRACKABOOM*

"Yuuuuuuri...." Victor's soft voice filled the room, calling out in a tone laced with fear and desperation. The voice wasn't completely clear, so he wasn't awake: that much had become evident to Yuuri. Widening his eyes at the sudden darkness of the rooms, Yuuri stuck his hands out and slowly began his trek over to his side of the bed.

*1 minute time skip brought to you by Yuuri wandering around in the dark for a minute... guys it's 2 in the morning, I've written over 4,000 words don't judge my laziness*

Finally, Yuuri's hands landed on the soft feel of the linen sheets. Breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't died, he slowly lowered himself into the bed, immediately squirming over until he found Victor's hands, which had been outstretched, clinging said sheets. As soon as they felt Yuur's soft touch, they released the fabric and instead slithered themselves around his back, clinging onto him once more. Immediately, Yuuri felt as Victor's body relaxed and released a content sigh. Now it was Yuuri's turn to be struck by the oddly-calming sensation that was Victor's heartbeat, his eyelids drooping heavily. It's soft thumping drowned out the best of the rain outside, lulling him in to a world of dreams, each and every single one of which had Victor in it.

But this was all after he had just barely heard two muttered words that had become a declaration to the world:

"My Yuuri..."

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45oo words later, and I have finished my first ever Victurri Oneshot.

Man that was long.

Now to spend another hour revising it even though it's 3 in the goddamn morning and I have school in a few hours.