[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

"Victor..." Yuuri lay flat on the bed, only half of his face was exposed from under the blanket, his eyes rumbled restlessly.

"Um, sleep," Victor replied, and after adding enough firewood to the fireplace, he kept walking up and down the house, checking the doors and windows—and now all the bad thoughts in Yuuri's mind were kicking into gear again , and Victor deliberately ignored him as if he didn't see him.

Finally, Victor seemed to decide that the living conditions in the house were safe enough to pass the night, and he sat down on the side of the bed.

"Yuuri," he says with a smile, "what are you doing?" Yuuri reaches out from under the blanket and hooks Victor's fingers.

"...nothing," Yuuri said, trying to avoid eye contact with Viktor, "...it's late."

"The bed is too small," said Victor, with an amused look on his face, "it won't fit the two of us."

"I can squeeze," Yuuri said, pressing his back against the wall, "Look - a lot of places, where else would you go?"

Victor shrugged. "Maybe a bed," he says casually, and Yuuri can't tell from his face if it's a joke, because Viktor really looks like he's considering giving the bed to Yuuri himself.Which was weird, because so many times before - Victor seemed happy to sleep with him.

His hooked fingers tightened.

"Then I'll sleep on the chair," he said, "because... you know, I'm less likely to roll off."

"Are you saying I don't sleep well?" Victor asked, no longer sitting with his back to Yuuri, one knee bent flat on the bed, "Yuuri?"

"That's right," Yuuri said, "Turn over, roll, wrap your thumbs...you're like a baby."

"Well," Victor snorted noncommittally, and rolled over on the bed, "and since when did you know my sleeping position?" A sly smile appeared on his face, "Yuuri ——Did you peek at me sleeping?"

Yuuri looks at him angrily—the accusation is too shameless. "I didn't!" He retorted immediately, "It's you who always stick to me—" He stopped, paused for a few seconds, and then pulled the blanket up even more embarrassingly, covering his face.Viktor laughs, shaking Yuuri's body, "You're watching me sleep—little pervert." Every inch of Yuuri's body under the blanket is on fire.

"I didn't!" he retorted muffled in the blanket, "I just..." Just woke up a few times and just looked at it for a while.He turned over in anger, ignoring Victor, and the latter's laughter changed from a low laugh to a loud laugh for some reason.Yuuri feels a chill behind him—then a huge source of heat presses against him, and Viktor's hand finds Yuuri's arm, all the way forward, and finally touches his hand.

"What?" Yuuri said angrily, "Changed your mind?"

"Since you said we're always stuck together..." Viktor said softly, putting his arms around Yuuri's waist, bringing him closer, his breath spraying on Yuuri's neck as he spoke, like a bug crawling.

"Victor..." Yuuri murmured, and Victor's palm was hot, starting from his elbow, slowly sliding down his forearm and finally catching his hand-it made his cheeks burn, even if it wasn't In this way, the heat of his body cannot be underestimated - they are lying on the same bed!Disorientation is almost inevitable.

He waited for a while, his mind was in chaos, full of boldness and impulsiveness at one moment, and all cowardice at another moment—he wanted to touch Victor, he wanted to feel every inch of Victor's skin under the blanket, and the smooth and elastic muscles under the skin, It wasn't just a physical desire, but a psychological one - now that they were a "couple," he wanted some proof, more proof.

"Do you want to..." Yuuri said, his mouth suddenly dry, "That's the one..."

"Huh?" Viktor replied lightly, and Yuuri didn't think he was listening at all.

"I mean..." Yuuri shook his head, he had been lying on his side for too long, and the side he was pressing was numb, but he didn't dare to turn around—turn around, he and Victor Just face to face.They were so close, lips to lips, nose to nose, it was going to be pretty bad.

"Sleep." Victor said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

It was so weird, because looking back now, there were times when Yuuri could feel Viktor's desire for him—he just wondered why he hadn't noticed it once before, when they'd kissed so many times, almost every time, Viktor would wrap his arms around his waist, close the distance between them so close to nothing, and kiss Yuuri with the air of an aggressor, and sometimes, like now, he's more righteous than a monk.

"Actually I can..."

"Do not."

"but……"

"No."

"If I use..."

"...No." Victor's breath paused.

Yuuri was silent for a moment.

"I think……"

Viktor straightened up suddenly and pressed against Yuuri, who whispered in Yuuri's ear, "When we get home—you'll be sorry for yourself. I promise you that." His breath was hot as lava , but after he finished speaking, he kissed Yuuri hard on the ear, and lay down again, his arm pressing Yuuri like an iron prison, making people unable to move.

"...Okay." Yuuri said, he closed his eyes, it's hard to fall asleep like this, especially when someone you really want to kiss is lying less than one centimeter away from you, he's a little ready to move, Victor gets closer Talking to him in a majestic tone made him want to challenge and overthrow the authority, he wanted to get under the blanket, and he wanted to do all the actions that Victor prevented him from doing now...

He fell asleep with this obsession.

The next morning, Victor woke up with a chill rising from his back.

He lay there, not remembering for a moment where he was, was he in his apartment?Or at a friend's house?what happened?He lay for a while, not sure if last night was a good dream or not.If it was, it was one hell of a long dream in which he told Yuuri everything without reservation... and Yuuri somehow responded to him...

Victor sat up abruptly, his eyes swept over the furnishings in this simple wooden house one by one, the fire in the fireplace had been extinguished, and the light blue light faintly shone in through the window, the room was filled with the peculiar smell of early morning. Chill and silence.Victor threw off the blanket and jumped out of bed—the blood circulation that had been stable all night suddenly accelerated, and a large amount of blood rushed to his brain.

"Yuuri!" He opened the wooden door and bumped into someone.

"Ouch!" Katsuki Yuuri screamed, the thing he held in his arms - firewood - fell to the ground, and he fell to the ground.

The two of them stare at each other for a few seconds before Yuuri starts laughing.

"Your hair—hahahaha..." He smiled heartlessly, clinging to Victor's bird's nest head, "Where are you going?" He started to stand up to pick up firewood, and Victor looked at him blankly, after a while I just came back to my senses.

He jumped up, and a hot spring suddenly gushed out from somewhere in his cold body.Viktor's face started to turn red - this was not a dream.

"Where have you been?" he asked, heat rising on his face—for a moment he thought he was alone.

"I woke up early," Yuuri said, yawning, "the fire's out—in case you're cold." He started throwing logs into the fireplace, and fumbled trying to light them with matches, "this —this—I think I—it should be—Victor…" He turned to Victor in frustration, who was staring at him intently. "What?" He smiled.

Victor looked at him squatting there and wasting four or five matches in a row without success—can you believe that there is such a clumsy and cute little guy in the world?He lowered his head, hiding his red eyes. "Let me do it," he said, taking the match from Yuuri and lighting it neatly.The fireplace lit up again.The two of them squatted in front of the fireplace, looking at each other by the firelight, Yuuri didn't wear glasses, his eyes were a little bit floating, the tip of his nose was slightly red, but his lips were a little white.Viktor leans in - Yuuri dodges subconsciously, but their lips meet quickly and a kiss is exchanged.

"How are you feeling?" Victor asked, "Can you go back?"

"Of course," Yuuri said, and Viktor already felt that way: Yuuri resented Viktor for thinking of him as a "cute little thing," but he didn't seem to understand that no matter what he did, no matter how tough a manly stand he took, in Victor sees him as incredibly cute.I don't like him because he is cute, but because I fell in love with him, I think he is unparalleled cute.

"Then we'd better figure something out," Victor said. "It's a long way back to the bridge, and we've only got one boat, and the engine's out of gas."

Yuuri nodded, with a half-understood expression, he moved closer to Victor and kissed him a few more times on the lips.

"Go on," he said, making Victor laugh.

"Continue what?"

"Whatever," Yuuri said, "I think..."

He will never have a chance to say what he thinks, just like Victor will never have a chance to say how they plan to return to human society. At this moment, there is a loud engine sound outside the door, a familiar voice ——it was amplified countless times by the loudspeaker so that it was somewhat distorted—breaking the tranquility.

"V-k-to-" cried the voice, continually waking the birds in the woods, "Yu-k-to-"

Victor sighed, and he and Yuuri looked at each other with that slightly regretful look on their faces—a lot of things happened in this small cabin that they could remember for a lifetime, and now it's coming to an end.

"It's Chris," Yuuri whispered.But he didn't move.

"It's him." Victor nodded, Chris's voice was still ringing, and getting closer, but neither of them moved.For a moment, the thought even crossed Viktor's mind: No one should make a sound, just hide like this, in this place away from anyone.

"We have to..." Yuuri says, but Victor kisses him, "I mean..." Their lips meet again.

"I know," Victor said. "One more time. I managed to get burned."

"It's 'me' that made it hard," Yuuri said, "You just—" He makes a strike of a match, and Victor smiles.

They kissed each other again, and then again.

And then again, until the door was banging and at the same time Phichit's face appeared in the window.

"Hey!" he exclaimed in surprise, "You guys are here! I thought some weird Amish were hiding here!" Victor stood up, opened the door, and Chris stood there, walking past Victor. He glanced over his shoulder at the cabin.

He smiled. "How about the honeymoon?" he said. "A bit shabby?"

When they boarded the boat that Chris and Phichit had rented and watched the cabin gradually shrink in view, Yuuri felt a pang of regret.It's stupid, he knows, there's no reason for them to stay there, but...

Victor took his hand lightly.

"It's okay." He whispered in Yuuri's ear, "It's okay—" Yuuri looked at him, felt the heat of his palm, and knew what he meant—their short escape was indeed over, but there was still more to come There are many, many times to spend together, and many, many good memories to create.He shook Victor's hand back.

"Oh—" Chris said, "It's so sweet." He was sitting on the stern of the lifeboat, with one hand on the engine, and a straw hat on his head, and he seemed to blend into the background for the first time, "Just tell you —we stayed up all night thinking you two were dead."

"..." Victor was silent for a moment, "You're joking."

"No." Phichit said, "it's true, you haven't come back for so long, Ms. Baranovskaya came to us, and then we found the car at the foot of the mountain - I'm surprised it wasn't taken Stolen, key left, door locked!—what plane are you messing with?"

Yuuri watched in amazement as a shy flush rose up Viktor's cheeks.

"There is an emergency," he said, without seeming to explain further.Yuuri nodded at Phichit in evidence.

"...I don't believe it, but it doesn't matter," Phichit said. "We told Ms. Baranovskaya about it, and she...she said..."

"I guess," Victor said, "she told you to bring the Chinese food up."

"You legends really know each other," Chris said, "that's what she said, word for word!—like she just wanted someone to bring her Chinese food up... anyway we went to her house, Eat, then play games till morning."

"I thought you said you were up all night thinking we were dead," Yuuri said.

"Okay, 'play the game on your knees until morning,'" Chris said, "That's it."

"Wow," Victor said, "I was really touched for a few tenths of a second."

"You should be touched," Chris said, "you are lucky, everyone else has gone to Birch Town to participate in the carnival, otherwise Yang will definitely go crazy... You should see her in the cell, impressive Very profound."

The cabin was out of sight, and another 10 minutes later, the bridge was at the end of their view, and Yuuri looked at it, thinking that the last time he saw it, his relationship with Viktor was almost destroyed, and now they were sitting side by side In the lifeboat, holding hands... There was a feeling in his heart as if he had passed away.

"It doesn't feel real," he told Victor.

"Every day with you is unreal," Victor said, "You always surprise me."

"Ugh," Phichit said, "should we jump off and leave you alone for a while?"

Four and ten minutes later, they returned to Lilia's house, and without asking, she gave Victor a scolding from head to toe.

"Next time you want to disappear without saying a word, make sure you do what you've been asked to do," she said, "otherwise we don't know what to write on your tomb."

Yuuri understood right away why she and Yakov were so destined and why they had wasted so many years, they were literally the same brain.After that, she told them that their friends called once 10 minutes ago and that everyone was "babbling like crazy" and that she wished they could call back and see what they wanted to do.After eating a very simple breakfast, she started to read a new novel. Judging from the cover, it should be the sequel to the one she read the day before.

Yuuri and Viktor tiptoed back to their guest room.

"What do you think?" Yuuri asks, starting to take off the algae-smelling top, not noticing that Victor has closed the door. "Are you going to go down the mountain to find Phichit and the others? The others should come back too..." He turned his head and found that Victor had already walked in front of him, "Why—uh!" Victor grabbed his neck with one hand, Taking a few steps forward, Yuuri was pushed and fell onto the bed.

Victor looked at him calmly.

"Did you forget something?" the Russian asked pleasantly. "About last night?"