1.8.2018
“Babe, if Makkachin could talk, what do you think he’d say to us?”
It’s another lazy Sunday morning for Victor and Yuuri in St. Petersburg. They’re nestled up together under the blanket in Victor’s king-sized bed, Victor’s arms holding Yuuri to his chest as Makkachin lies snoozing on top of the covers at their feet. Victor absently presses a kiss to Yuuri’s ear while he considers Yuuri's half-awake musing.
“Maybe he’d say he’s getting tired of the dog food mix we always feed him, and he’d like us to switch it up once in a while, hm?”
Yuuri’s soft laughter warms Victor’s heart. He’ll never tire of it as long as he lives.
“Well, I guess the life of a dog doesn’t have much in the way of intellectually sophisticated thought processes then.” Yuuri shifts, pressing their chests together as he tosses an arm over Victor’s shoulder. Victor closes his eyes and just focuses on the feeling of Yuuri’s own heartbeat against his.
“How rude, Yuuri. I’ll have you know that our Makka is a certified genius, maybe the smartest dog in the entire world. Actually, he’s got six degrees from Moscow University, didn’t you know?”
Yuuri snorts. “Mm, I must have missed that section on your Wikipedia page.”
They lapse into a comfortable silence. There are birds chirping outside Victor’s window, the sun’s soft light filtering in through the blinds. Makkachin’s leg kicks out behind him as he dozes, chasing pretend rabbits in his sleep.
Victor loves these moments with Yuuri. He doesn’t ever want to let them go.
Yuuri’s nearly asleep again when Victor whispers to the crown of his head, “Actually, I think I know what Makkachin would say, if he could say something right now.”
Yuuri’s quiet hum of acknowledgement encourages Victor to go on.
“He’d say, ‘I love you, Yuuri, so, so much, and I’m so glad you came into Victor’s life. Please stay by our side, and never leave us.’ I think that’s what he’d say.”
“Oh, Victor.” Victor’s heart leaps when Yuuri tilts his head up to look at him, eyes soft and glowing with life and love.
“I love you too.” He lifts his hand to Victor’s face and strokes the skin of his cheek, his body shifting again to a more comfortable position as he starts kissing up Victor’s jaw. Makkachin’s tail unconsciously thumps the bed at the movement, bringing the two men’s awareness back to the now-waking dog.
Victor stills, and Yuuri smiles fondly when the poodle rises, his fluffy tail wagging at the sight of his two favorite humans. “And Makkachin, too, of course.”













