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Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri

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Yamada x Chinen

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Yamachii
Yamachine

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Yama-chan doesn't want Yuri to leave for Canada, Yuri is a little insecure, they're precious and perfect, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, marriage, domestic

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PG

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MxM Relationship

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Canada (Yuri goes to Canada for work, leaving Yama-chan alone, 2017)

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Yuri reached over to grab his phone off the nightstand, fumbling to turn off the alarm, then smiling when he felt Ryosuke’s arm slide around his waist, pulling him over into him. He put his phone back down, twisting so he was facing Ryosuke.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Ryosuke murmured sleepily.

“About what?” Yuri asked him, reaching over to move his hair away from his face so he could see him better.

“I don’t think I want you to become famous, Chiisana,” he pushed forward, burying his head into the crook of Yuri’s neck, inhaling deeply as his arms held him tightly.

“It’s a little late for that I’m afraid, “Yuri laughed lightly, his hands moving through Ryosuke’s hair and then running along the muscles of his back, causing him to hum softly, tickling Yuri’s neck.

“I don’t like it,” Ryosuke muttered, sprinkling kisses along Yuri’s neck and jaw.

Yuri laughed softly, pulling back, but Ryosuke held him tighter when he tried to move, causing Yuri to huff loudly, “You go off on location for movies for months at a time, Ryo–I’ll only be gone a week. One single week, seven days, I promise you’ll survive.”

Ryosuke pulled back, looking at Yuri, his eyes full of unspoken words, “I know that, I know, I do, but it feels different with you going for some reason.” His eyes fluttered, and for a moment Yuri thought he might cry but then he blinked, looking at him, his expression open and honest, “I have no idea what it’s like to be here by myself without you.”

Yuri smiled, leaning forward to kiss his forehead and then drew his arms up between them, cupping Ryosuke’s face, “I’ll be home before you can even start to miss me.”

“No,” Ryosuke pouted, his bottom lip jutting forward, “That’s impossible, I already miss you and you haven’t even left yet.”

Yuri leaned forward, his lips touching Ryosuke’s gently, softly nipping at his bottom lip, squealing when Ryosuke pushed forward, rolling him over onto his back, pressing him down into the mattress, his mouth insistent and tender at the same time, the kiss spiraling in a way that conveyed how Ryosuke was feeling on so many levels.

Terrified of change, worried about distances, concerned about success on both their behalves and what that might mean for each of them independently and more importantly for their relationship, hope for the future, tenderness for the time they’d spend apart and above all else a deep abiding love that surpassed all of the obstacles, whether real or supposed.

Ryosuke broke the kiss, panting softly, covering Yuri’s face and neck with fluttering touches with his lips, and Yuri held him there against his chest, sighing, “I have to go, Ryo, I have to get ready–I can’t miss my flight.”

“Stay with me, Ree,” Ryosuke murmured, knowing he was being selfish and a spoiled brat, but if Yuri could do it, then he could too, because he didn’t want him to go, not at all, his mouth pressed forward to pull his lip between his own, his hand smoothing across Yuri’s abdomen.

Yuri’s hand snapped down to grab Ryosuke’s wrist before he started something they certainly didn’t have time for, shifting his head to disengage from the kiss before it overwhelmed his senses, “When I get back, we’ll pick up right here–but I need to go.”

Ryosuke huffed, throwing himself down onto the bed, his arm covering his eyes as he frowned, “Fine.”

“I left a present for you on the dining room table,” Yuri whispered, kissing Ryosuke quickly and then scrambling off the bed before he got a hold of him to drag him back.

Ryosuke laughed, flopping onto his tummy, having lunged for him but missed, “What is it?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out, but not until after I leave,” Yuri slipped on his sweatpants, and then threw his t-shirt over his head, planning to wear comfortable clothes for this flight since he’d be on the plane for so long, looking pointedly at Ryosuke who had stood up from the bed, turning to go to the dining room.

“Why do I have to wait?” Ryosuke pouted, and then he turned, shifting his body to face Yuri, and rest his hands on his hips, knowing full well the lovely display he was giving him, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, shirtless so his sculpted abdomen thanks to touring season showed a sharp contrast in the dim lighting, his messy bed-head and the cute little ‘come hither’ smile he was wearing all combining together to make him nearly irresistable.

He raised an eyebrow, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling out all the stops in an effort to lure him in as Yuri walked across the room, and then scoffed loudly when Yuri brushed by him to walk down the hallway, laughing lightly when Yuri spoke over his shoulder, “I’m not falling for you this morning–unlike you, I have to be a professional today.”

“But, Ree,” Ryosuke whined, following him down the hallway, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him back against him, his chin resting on his shoulder, “I can get your flight changed, I could call and get you a different flight–I’ll pay for all of the expenses.”

“No, you can’t, I am taking the last flight out today, and I have to be there for pre-show rehearsals, and to learn about the athletes in the morning,” Yuri sighed, “I will already be dealing with enough jet-lag without cutting twelve hours off of my adjustment.”

“But…”

“Ryo-chan,” Yuri reached up, holding his head against his own, “Now, two hours, six hours, a day, three days, weeks, nothing…” he turned his head to kiss him gently, Ryosuke’s hand moving up into his hair, “It wouldn’t matter–nothing will make it any easier…I’ve experienced this a lot. I know.”

Ryosuke groaned, not ready to admit defeat, his lips moving down his neck as he held him, “I can charter you your own plane,” he whispered, “I’ll call right now, and you can just stay here for a few hours, just a few more hours with me,“ Ryosuke begged, turning his head to kiss behind Yuri’s ear softly.

Yuri sighed, “Ryosuke, I have never made it this hard for you to go to work since the day we started living together four years ago.”

“I haven’t even started to make it hard,” Ryosuke mused, sucking lightly on Yuri’s neck.

“Oh my God,” Yuri slammed his elbow into Ryosuke’s abdomen, making him laugh as he released him.

Yuri moved through the house to the front door, checking his luggage, making sure his ticket was where he’d left it, doing a double check on all of his arrangements, and then glanced up to find Ryosuke leaning against the doorway watching him.

“What?” Yuri asked tersely, ready for another round of making him feel guilty for having to work.

“I’m really proud of you, Yuri,” Ryosuke smiled, his eyes lit up with admiration and pride, “I’m not meaning to be a big baby…I just…I really am a big baby, you know…that’s all, but I am so proud of you–and I can’t wait to see you on international television looking gorgeous in the clothes you let me pick out for you, talking intelligently about these things you know so much about, and sounding like the brilliantly amazing guy you are.”

Yuri moved over to stand in front of him as he spoke, looking down as Ryosuke reached forward to grab both of his hands, blinking and then looking back up at him, Ryosuke’s voice laced with conviction as he spoke, “I’m stupidly in love with you, and I am insanely proud of you, and I am extremely thankful that you have this opportunity to show the whole world who you are.”

He released his hands, stepping forward to cup his cheeks, “…but don’t forget you have me waiting back here for you while you’re out discovering the world, okay?”

“You stupid boy,” Yuri muttered, pressing into him, kissing him hard on the lips, and then drawing back, “Stop being so dumb, I’ll never forget you, you know that.”

“Well, who knows,” Ryosuke’s face lit up with amusement, “There may be Canadian guys who are even hotter than me, who’s to say?”

Yuri laughed, brushing past him to go to the kitchen, “I’m to say, and there’s not. I’ve managed to land the hottest guy in the whole world.”

“I like that,” Ryosuke laughed, plopping down on the couch, watching Yuri grab an apple out of the fruit bowl, tossing it up in the air, meaning to carry in the car with him, “You should remind me of that more often!”

“If I remind you of that more often,” Yuri mused, setting the apple and his phone on the coffee table, then moving to Ryosuke on the couch, standing in front of him, yelping when Ryosuke lifted forward, grabbing him and pulling him down to him, his legs landing on each side of his, while Ryosuke held him tightly, his head pressed against his chest as he hugged him, Yuri laughing lightly, his fingers digging through Ryosuke’s hair as he leaned over to kiss the crown of his head softly, his voice laced with amusement, “If I remind you more often, you’ll be even more impossible to live with.”

Ryosuke scoffed, tilting his head up, and before he could say anything, Yuri’s hands grazed his shoulders, moving up to touch his face, leaning down to kiss him, his mouth soft and tender on his, met with the same love and adoration from Rysoke, as they began the slow dance to say goodbye, this time both of them feeling very differently than they had ever felt before.

Yuri pulled back, his voice trembling, “I’ve never done anything on my own before,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on Ryosuke’s, “I’m a little bit…”

Ryosuke reached up to kiss him before he could finish the sentence, pulling back with a smile, “Don’t even say it, you’re perfectly capable of doing anything, you’ll be fine, you’re going to blow them all away with your charisma and knowledge and poise, so don’t even listen to the voice that would tell you otherwise.”

“I wish I believed it as much as you do,” Yuri smiled, but it was weak.

“I’ve never lied to you, Ree,” Ryosuke spoke firmly, his hand reaching up to grab his chin to hold Yuri’s face still, forcing him to look at him, “I’m not lying now.”

Yuri stared at him, his eyes trying to memorize this, the way Ryosuke was looking at him, the way his hands shifted downward to hold his hips, the way his fingers felt on the skin of his waist where he’d forced his shirt up just so he could touch him directly, the way he was staring at him as if he could somehow convince him that he was more than capable with his sheer force of will–and the love that radiated out of him, that was the part he wanted to be sure to remember, to carry with him through the challenges that lie ahead.

“Thank you,” Yuri murmured, capturing his lips again, his hand tangling through his hair, as Ryosuke drew him down, holding him close as the kiss intensified, feelings overwhelming both of them, and then the chime on Yuri’s phone made them both freeze.

Yuri groaned, leaning his head down onto Ryosuke’s shoulder, “Okay…okay…”

Ryosuke didn’t give him the chance to work himself up into a frenzy, instead, he reached between them to push him back so he could see him, “Go do your job.”

Yuri stared at him for a moment and then he nodded, his resolve building through Ryosuke’s assurance, and then Ryosuke pushed him again, “Go, show the world the Yuri I love,” and Yuri smiled, shifting to stand up, grabbing his phone and apple, walking to the foyer to pick up his carry-on bag and turning to look at Ryosuke, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m counting on it,” Ryosuke winked, “Please be careful, and call me when you get there.”

“’kay,” Yuri turned to grab the handle of his suitcase, jumping when Ryosuke twisted him around, kissing him forcefully, passionately, and then pulling back, his face so close his lips were still brushing his, “I love you, Chiisana.”

“I love you, too,” Yuri smiled, kissing him quickly, softly, his eyes open, a refrain of words passing between their eyes, their very souls, lingering for one last moment of togetherness, and then Ryosuke reached past him to pull the door open for him, his voice soft, “Go, do your job, and then come back to me.”

Yuri kissed his cheek, quickly and then shuffled out the door, Ryosuke moved into the doorway to watch as he made his way down the hallway to the elevator, smiling when Yuri didn’t look back, which didn’t surprise him, because he never could look back either–always too scared he’d run back into their home, their safe haven, into Yuri’s arms.

He sighed, walking back into the emptiness, already it felt colder without Yuri there, and he closed the door, locking it and then leaning back on it, sighing softly, wondering if it would be worth trying to go back to bed or not. He moved slowly down the hall, his eyes landing on the gift on the dining room table.

He shuffled over to it, picking the small box up to shake it, and then sat it back down as he pulled on the pink ribbon, brushing it off the box so he could lift the lid, pulling back the tissue paper to find a book inside.

He lifted the book out of the tissue, and looked at it, blank on the front and back, about the size of a small journal, and maybe a half an inch thick. Curious, he opened the front cover where he found a hand written letter. He flipped through the book, finding it full of images from over the years, plus some new ones that he’d most definitely need to look at more fully, along with hand written notes with each and every one of them from Yuri. He moved back to the front page, drawing out the letter and reading it.

My precious Ryo-chan,

I am on my way to my very first solo adventure. I mean sure I’ve done things before by myself, but there was always you waiting at the end of the day for me–this time I’ll really be on my own, all the way across the world in another country. Still, know I carry you with me in my heart.

I am guessing that you were a total brat this morning, in fact, I am willing to bet you were, but don’t worry, I do understand. I made this book for you to keep with you in case you need a reminder that I’m only gone for a short time, a reminder of how important, how absolutely vital you are to me, and how very much I love you. You own my heart, you own me; body, mind, spirit, and soul.

I am yours. I’ve been yours from the beginning. I’ll always be yours.

I’ll be back soon, until then, remember all of these words and memories and feel my love from afar.

Be home soon!

I love you with all my heart,

Your Chiisana

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