#humor!

“Yuuri,” Victor murmured softly, pressing a few gentle kisses to his hair and feeling the dark-haired skater stir slightly against him.  “Come on, Yuuri… we have to get up.  We need to get something to eat.  You promised me dinner, remember?”  His lips began to curl into a playful grin as he thought about their tired ramblings in the cab back to their apartment.  Yuuri promising to make Victor the best dinner in the whole world if he promised to carry him up the steps to their home.  This meant a wonderful home cooked meal of Katuson and Yuuri usually tried to persuade him with these offers.

Victor had chuckled and found it adorable that his poor, exhausted fiance had forgotten that they did have an elevator in the building, however… he was more than happy to agree.  They did end up using the elevator, but Victor, not one to break a promise, did scoop Yuuri up at the last minute and carry him down the hall to their front door.

“You promised to… carry me,” Yuuri mumbled around a little yawn.  “You carried me down the hall only.  Do promises mean nothing to the great Victor Nikiforov?”

Victor could hear the tired, yet teasing tone of his darling and had to bite back a chuckle.  Instead he gasped and hugged Yuuri tighter.  “What?!  Are you saying that I’m a promise breaker?!”

That got a little chuckle out of the Japanese skater who turned his head slightly to look up at his partner.  “No.  I’m saying that I thought your love for me was stronger than that.  I didn’t know I had to promise Katsudon for dinner to get you to do chivalrous things for me.”

“You know I love Katsudon the most.  You come in second place,” Victor teased, pressing a few soft kisses to Yuuri’s brow to soften the words.  “My allegiance will always be to Katsud-ehehehen!  No!  No, Yuur-hihihi!”

To be fair, he knew he shouldn’t have poked as much as he did.  But it was always funny to rile up the generally more quiet skater.  Now, he was slightly regretting that as he felt the man’s fingers wriggling against his lower sides, having slipped out from under his back.  His own arms unwrapped slightly from Yuuri as he tried to tuck them against his side to fight the horrible feeling, giggles still bubbling from his lips.

“What was that, Victor?  You would choose Katsudon over me?” Yuuri asked, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced up at his giggling darling and sneaking his fingers under his shirt to scribble at the mans lower ribs.

“Y-Yuuri!  Dohohon’t!  Gah!  Stahahap ihihit!” Victor squeaked, his hands instantly moving away from Yuuri to push at his wrists.  This only seemed to make Yuuri wake up more, the Japanese skater’s smile growing as he moved to sit up, straddling his darling’s hips as he let his fingers move to attack the Russian mans tum.

“Y-YUURIHIHI-HAHAHA!” Victor cackled, back arching off the sofa as his legs kicked behind Yuuri as he felt the spidering fingers tickling right against the sides of his stomach, a horrible weak spot of his.

“Where’s your precious Katsudon now?  Is it here to save you from your punishment of broken promises?” Yuuri teased, giggling himself as he watched the normally composed man breaking down into the most adorable laughing fit.  When his fingers would get closer to the center of his belly, Victors laugh would reach a higher pitch and little hiccups would sneak out making Yuuri smile more.  “Do you regret picking me second?”

“Nohoho-ahahaha gahahahahad!!” Victor shrieked when Yuuri’s fingers snuck down to drill into his hips.  He tried shimmying as best as he could to dislodge those evil fingers but all it seemed to do was make Yuuri tickle faster, driving Victor crazy as the ticklish feeling zipped through his body.

“What?!  You don’t regret it?!” Yuuri gasped, knowing full well his shout had been more from the tickling then an actual answer… though that wasn’t going to stop him.

Victor was going wild with laughter, trying once more to dislodge his darling as he released his hands and pushed at his chest.  Sadly that was his worst mistake yet.  As he pushed at Yuuri’s chest he left himself far too open and Yuuri took his chance.

Before Victor knew it, he felt fingers scribbling right into the ticklish hollows of his underarms… and he went wild.

“NAHAHAT THEHE-ERE!  PLEHAAHAHA!  PLEHEHEASE!  E-ETO SHCHEKOCHEHET!” Victor babbled, slipping into Russian as the tickling to his absolute death spot turned his brain to mush.  His arms were clamped to his sides, but it did nothing to stop his evil fiance from continuing his torment.  Yuuri knew just how to wriggle his fingers into such a sensitive spot to have him absolutely writhing under his touch, head thrown back in hysterical laughter.

“What?  It tickles?  I had no idea!” Yuuri teased, swirling his fingertips right into the center of Victors underarms and earning him the most hilarious sounding squeal of laughter he never thought he’d tire of.  “Tell me I’m number one!  That you’d pick me over Katsudon!”

Victor could only nod, his face flushed red as tears of mirth clung to his eyelashes.  “I CHAHAHHA-.... YOU!  YOUYOU YOUHOHOHOHO!  MERCHEHEHEY!!!” he begged, trying his best to answer before his laughter went silent, but it was difficult when your fiance was a menace and refused to give you a break.

Luckily, it was only a few more seconds before he felt the tickling stop, soft kisses being peppered across his flushed face leaving him panting and giggling.

“Thank you, Victor.  I knew you loved me most,” Yuuri murmured fondly, Victor slowly blinking open his eyes to see the way Yuuri was looking at him.  The Japanese figure skaters hair was still slightly mussed from his earlier nap, his glasses askew from where he had been laying mixed in with trying to keep Victor from breaking free.  And honestly… there was no doubt in his mind that he definitely loved this man far more than any bowl of Katsudon.

“Victor?  Victor why are you looking at me like that?” Yuuri asked softly, soothing his fingers through the silver hair he adored and rubbing the mans chest to try and help continue to calm him down.

“Just… remembering how… lucky I am,” he said still a bit breathlessly, bringing a hand up to cup his lovers cheek.

He watched as Yuuri flushed at the soft comment, smiling more when he nuzzled against his palm.

“If you want… I can go and make you that dinner, Victor.  I really don’t mind,” Yuuri promised softly, turning his head to press a little kiss to his palm.

Victor couldn’t stop a soft chuckle at that and shook his head.  “No.  Why don’t we order in?  I think we both deserve to be lazy this evening.  Sound good?” he murmured, watching as Yuuri’s smile grew and he nodded.  “Good.  Then what would you like, Yuuri?”

He watched the way Yuuri’s nose crinkled in thought, biting his lower lip to keep from chuckling at the rather adorable sight.

“Pelmeni dumplings sound good?” he offered and Victor nodded.

“You do love them, don’t you?” Victor murmured softly, soon finding a pair of warm, soft lips capturing his own.

“I do… though you will always come first, Victor,” Yuuri murmured softly, his smile warm and gentle as he nudged his nose against his partners.

Victor felt warmth bloom in his chest as he quickly wrapped his arms around his fiance, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

"Quick, inhere!"

Before Red can react,he finds himself being shoved backwards into a broom closet by Lizzie.

Oh. Well, this isnew.

Lizzie slams the doorand everything goes pitch black. Suddenly there are shelves digging into hisback, brooms pressed against his side, and Lizzie plastered to his front.

Yes. Very new indeed.

"Um...Lizzie?" Red whispers tentatively.

"What?" Shesnaps, annoyed.

"Ah... I'm justwondering what we're doing in here."

"Hiding,"she says, as though it were obvious. "I heard someone coming down thehallway behind us."

"Oh. Are yousure? I didn't hear anything."

"Yes, of courseI'm sure!" She hisses, now actively trying to keep her voice down."Why else would I spontaneously shove you into a closet?"

"Well, I, forone, can think of a myriad of reasons, Lizzie." Red begins, so pleased sheasked that particular hypothetical question.

"Oh god..."She groans, evidently beginning to regret her quick-witted closet-shoving.

"A firstpossibility is that you have something you desperately want to tell me withoutany prying ears, which, if that were true, I think you probably would have toldme already, with the intent of minimizing our total time spent in this closetbecause it really is very cramped in here Lizzie, I don't know if you'venoticed."

"Oh my god, doyou ever take a breath?" Lizzie mutters, laying her head on the door,likely considering how lightly she could get away with banging it against thewood without alerting their pursuers.

"A secondpossible explanation could be that you simply want privacy to indulge in somesexual proclivities with me, in which case you'll find me a happy and willingparticipant."

"What?!"she barks, forgetting to keep her voice down.

"Quiet, Lizzie,we don't want those imaginary enemies to find us in such a compromisingposition."

"They're notimaginary, I definitely heard someone! And there's nothing compromising aboutour position!"

"Not yet."Red amends, smoothly.

"Not ever."Liz growls, teeth gritted.

"Have youforgotten where my hands are, Lizzie?" He reminds her courteously, gentlysqueezing them, one wrapped around her waist for balance and the other squishedbetween a box of sponges and her thigh.

Liz huffs,frustrated.

"Fine, I'llmove." She snaps, trying to take a step sideways and narrowly avoidingputting her foot directly into an empty bucket.

"Ugh, fine, Isee your point. But this is purely out of necessity. This closet is toosmall."

"A fact youblatantly ignored when you so unceremoniously pushed me in."

"Are youserious? I didn't have time to conduct an inspection of the premises, okay? Forthe last time, I was trying to save our necks."

"Alright,Lizzie, if you insist you had nothing sexual in mind when you pushed me inhere, I'll believe you."

"Thankyou."

There was a moment ofsilence.

"... But justfor future reference, if you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince meit’ll be worth my time."