Tricks and Treats
“Vitya,” Yuuri calls from the bedroom, which Viktor is never, ever going to handle with grace. Luckily, he’s only put on lipstick from his stage makeup kit. Viktor can finish his costume later. Right now, there are more important things, like–
Viktor curses in three languages, before randomly landing on French and spluttering out, “darling, you’ll be the death of me!”
“Rude,” Yuuri admonishes, because of all the languages they share, French isn’t yet one of them. The serious, scolding expression on his face melts away all too quickly to teasing. “Did you think I wouldn’t find it in our closet?”
“Well,” says Viktor, gaze everywhere at once. “There… wasn’t a lot of fabric to find?”
Yuuri hums in agreement, runs a thumb down one naked side, hypnotic even in motions as small as this. “You can’t hide anything from me.” This is true. “A sexy pirate costume, really, Vitya. I barely squeezed into this daring little get-up.”
“Yes,” says Viktor, and is not dignified enough to hide his whimper.
“I thought we were going in matching poodle onesies.”
“Until you saw this online and couldn’t resist,” Yuuri murmurs, stepping in closer, lashes low, “until you thought we’d have our own costume party here at home after we stop by Yurio’s–”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Viktor is saying, nodding frantically, “I love your mind, solnyshko, you’re brilliant, you–”
The seductive approach slows, Yuuri cocking his head along with his hip. The fake leather, frills, and buckles of the pirate dress cling handsomely. “What, you’re shy now? You bought…” Then, Makkachin skitters into the room.
Atop her fuzzy little head rests her custom pirate captain hat, which Viktor had already wrestled onto her minutes earlier.
A long pause follows. Puppy panting does not make it any less awkward.
“This,” Yuuri says flatly. “Is Makkachin’s costume, isn’t it.”
It takes coaxing and some pleading and a lot of reassurance, but Viktor still gets to strip his fiance.
He swears Yuuri wore it better… but Makkachin is the one who wins the costume competition that night.
“Custom-made, and so cute,” Mila praises. “But it’s a little loose on her, like it’s stretched out? And why is Viktor’s lipstick… on the shoulder…”
“I wish I were dead,” says Yuuri, and Georgi, who is dressed as a vengeful ghost, just moans along with him.