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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri
      Plisetsky/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Original
      Male_Character(s), Mila_Babicheva, Other_Skaters
  Additional Tags:
      Past_Relationship(s), Past_Abuse, Yuri_was_a_troubled_kid, Angst_with_a
      Happy_Ending, Here_we_go, first_work_in_this_fandom, Skating_is_only_a
      hobbie, Mention_of_future_posible_Mpreg, Still_not_sure, Sassy_people,
      May_add_some_more_tags, Bad_people_and_good_people_show_up, slightly_OOC,
      They're_all_older_and_legal, Promise, The_underage_is_only_mentioned,
      Otabek_isn't_perfect, Yuri/OMC_is_referenced_but_part_of_the_past
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-01 Updated: 2017-12-21 Chapters: 11/? Words: 28560
****** For better or worse... He changed my life. ******
by darkness069
Summary
     When things seem to be going like a fairytale... well, there's always
     a villain in the horizon.
     When Yuri Plisetsky met Otabek Altin and they started a relationship,
     he said he was a virgin, said he hadn’t been with anyone before.
     Otabek thought it was admirable. Yuri lied.
     All it took was one phone call.
      
     “It’s been a while, my fairy Yuri...”
Notes
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Dismiss call…” Yuri Plisetsky mumbled as he pressed the red button of his
mobile, sighing as he watched the screen letting him know the call would be
lost. His mood suddenly was changed, anguish settling in his stomach as nerves
tightened his throat, forcing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He
knew he had to leave now, but his legs just wouldn’t move! He was currently
standing in the kitchen, where he had gone to check one last time that
everything was well closed and off, before leaving. The love of his life was
waiting for him. Sighing, he looked down at the phone in his hand, knowing that
this call he just dismissed wouldn’t be the last one. It was just another one
of many more to come.
“Yura, is everything okay?” Otabek Altin’s voice called from the living room,
where he was currently waiting. “Hurry, or we’re gonna miss the reservation,”
he reminded, spinning the key of his bike in his hand. He had never understood
Yuri’s obsession with checking everything at least thrice before leaving the
house, but if that made him happy, then he’d let him do it.
Otabek’s strong voice seemed to pull Yuri out of his state of trance, forcing
him to hurry and close his phone, turn it off, and put an innocent mask on his
face. He didn’t want the other man to know what was going on. Adjusting the
silky gray scarf to protect his long neck, surprisingly tame for his usual
style, but a lovely gift none the less, the young man walked back to where he
was being awaited for, while putting on his own leather gloves. “Sorry, you
know how I am when we have to go out,” he apologized, pouting his lips a little
and receiving a small kiss in them. He smiled at that, and at letting Otabek’s
also gloved hand lead him out of the house gently, just having to wait for a
moment to be locked before being also lead to the man’s bike, being handed the
customized helmet with leopard print, next to Otabek’s own black one. Yuri by
no means considered himself girly or a damsel in distress, in fact he was loud,
sometimes blunt and aggressive, despite his androgynous appearance, but he had
to admit he liked the pampering and sweet treatment Otabek gave him. It made
him feel precious, cared for, and reminded him of how lucky he was.
At the age of 23, Yuri was pretty sure he was living a grand life. He had good
looks, was currently getting his major degree in physiotherapy and shared a
home with the man he loved. He hadn’t seen his parents in years, but he didn’t
regret it; he was better without them. In fact, he sometimes doubted if they
were still alive, but he couldn’t care less at this point in his life. It
wasn’t that they had hurt him in any way; in fact, he had everything a kid
could want when growing up, anything he could want and that money could buy,
except from one thing: love from his parents, attention from them, nor even
friends, he had no one there to share a part of his life with; he just had a
half brother, but hadn’t spoken to him in a long time due to distance, as the
man had moved to Japan years ago with the man that had been his high school
sweetheart. He was pretty sure that it was the loneliness what fucked him up
later on, but he also refused to dwell on those memories, the pain and shame
they carried every single time he looked at any of the scars in his body, and
in his soul. No, he had to focus on the good life he had right now, the one he
had worked to achieve.
Yuri Plisetsky had been an only child, an unwanted one, and his parents
certainly wanted nothing to do with him, so from an early age they put him
through one boarding school to another, moving from Russia to England to the
United States and even Switzerland, buying him things to ditch their parental
responsibility and not feel guilty about it, while he devoted to being the best
and excel in academics, sports and arts, hoping to be noticed by them and get
some approval; the only one that had been for him while he grew up was his
grandfather, but he had died years ago, leaving him alone once more. As soon as
Yuri was old enough and finished school, he looked for his own place to live, a
small job or two, and an entrance to college. Sure he had a big bank account
from his family, but he liked having his own income. It was as much as he could
get, with the life he had. Of course his past had a dark side, one he regretted
right now, but no one knew about it, except for him and the other person
involved. When he met Otabek Altin and they started a relationship, he said he
was a virgin, said he hadn’t been with anyone before. Otabek thought it was
admirable. Yuri lied.
Otabek Altin was certainly older than Yuri, 7 years older, and had seen much
more of the world as the head CEO of his own advertisement company, but the man
often said his life had just begun when he found Yuri and made him his. Also an
only child, born in Kazakhstan, Otabek had had the freedom and support from his
parents as he grew up, making him a confident guy who wasn’t afraid to take
risks and live life; so much that he always made a statement with his looks and
his way of being, living what some would call “the great life”, with parties,
traveling, and someone always new to warm his bed at night. When he entered
that new Starbucks near his office one morning, though, that all changed.
Behind the cashier desk was a new face, an intriguing and beautiful face with
such pale delicacy, silky blonde hair pulled in a messy bun and melancholic yet
fierce emerald eyes skillfully enhanced with just enough eyeliner, that he felt
pulled towards the boy standing there by a force stronger than anything he had
ever felt before. He tried his best tricks while coming back again and again
despite the negatives, the sarcasm, the yelling, the insults and even some
conveniently spilled coffee, until the boy finally accepted to go on a date
with him, and he got the phone number from those delicate, plump lips and
unique voice with an accent he couldn’t place for a moment, before learning
they had even that traveler past in common.
It had been over four years from that day already, and Otabek was as in love
with his precious dancer boy as he was back then.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, that isn’t like you,” Otabek broke the silence
softly after parking his expensive Harley Davidson and walking down the busy
streets of St. Petersburg, heading towards the restaurant they were going to
have dinner at. “Is there something bugging you? You know you can tell me
anything, I’ll try my best to help,” he offered, pulling Yuri’s covered hand
for a brief kiss on top of it.
“Huh?” Yuri was once again pulled back from his musings, having the good grace
to blush when realizing he had been ignoring his boyfriend for the past 20
minutes. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking,” he apologized, now looking at
Otabek’s handsome face and profile as they walked, the nightlights enhancing
the angles of his strong jaw and manly features, his tanned skin almost
glowing, and taking Yuri’s breath away.
“Well that’s a shocker,” the man joked, smirking at Yuri teasingly before
turning on another street to finally reach the restaurant, not bothered this
time with the valet parking to take care of parking his precious baby safely.
“C’mon, we’re already here and on time. Want to show me that smile of yours
before we go in? One treat before you show it there and leave everyone else
speechless too?” he flirted, stealing a small kiss from the blushing,
embarrassed russian.
Sighing happily, even if his face felt like it was burning from the
embarrassment of the cheesy lines, Yuri let himself be once again led, this
time towards their favorite restaurant, and to the table they always had for
them. The one where they had their first date, always lit with candles and
always with a white rose in the place where Yuri would sit. Romantic,
ridiculous, and comforting gesture he couldn’t live without, already. “I still
can’t believe we’re together, you’re just too amazing,” he spoke, letting
himself be honest and open about his thoughts, taking a seat and taking off his
gloves, while Otabek handed both their coats to the waiter in charge of their
table. There was something in the atmosphere that night that just screamed
‘romance’, and Yuri couldn’t help but feel surrounded by it. When a bottle of
sparkling champagne arrived, he grinned at his chance for a toast, reaching
over first and handing over a glass, not wanting to be outdone by the other.
“To us, together now and forever,” he told, winking at his boyfriend and
feeling ridiculously proud of himself and of them.
Yeah, life was really good for them right now.
===============================================================================
“Fucking god damn shit, how dares he ignore my phone call?! That little bitch…”
the angry voice roared as an empty, dirty coffee mug made its way flying to the
wall of the apartment. The man tossed his phone to the couch and walked over to
kitchen, grabbing a beer and drinking half of it in one go, out of pure anger.
For about two months he had been calling the same number in numerous occasions,
going through a few times. It took only that first call and the words “It’s
been a while, my fairy Yuri,” to confirm the effect he still had on the person
he wanted the most. And he’d have him again.
He walked around the apartment before heading to a small room, his personal
office if you could call it that, where he kept his prized possessions for the
meantime. Over a wall he had thousands of pictures pinned, all with the same
young boy in it, a shy and innocent, scared and confused teenager in all kind
of sexual poses, using toys of that kind on himself, even pictures where he was
innocently sleeping, or taking a shower, unaware of the lens that captured his
image. His little Yuri when he was a naïve teenager under his power, so
desperate for love and attention, and so willing to do anything to please him;
those had been the good times. With those pictures, there were also some newer
ones, taken when his precious didn’t notice, walking around campus and doing
random stuff. Perfect pictures taken from secret locations so he could keep an
eye on his property.
Because Yuri Plisetsky was his, had been since the boy was 14, and always would
be. He just had to claim him back. He had come back to do just that.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Second chapter, and a longer one too, Woohoo!!!
     Sexy times in this one, for everyone who expected it or wanted it
     (Not sure how good but here it is).
     As before, there was no beta and english isn't my first language, so
     let me know if there are any mistakes to fix, please.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Beka, have you seen my ipod?” Yuri asked one evening as he passed the house
office, where his lover was checking on some business he had to finish by next
week. He walked into the room even though he already knew that what he was
looking for, wouldn’t be there. In all honesty, it was more of an excuse to see
his lover, because even when he got back from the office, he’d still work for
hours unless Yuri did something about that. His barefoot steps were silenced by
the carpeted floor as he walked over to Otabek’s desk, spotting an empty space
where he could take a seat. Wearing some black and grey leopard leggings and a
simple black t-shirt with the logo of a band (which conveniently used to be
Beka’s) that was a bit too big on his thin frame, Yuri looked relaxed, like he
was just chillin’ around, or perhaps even getting ready to go do some exercise.
Hopefully it would be the kind of exercise that required a partner, and a firm
surface.
“Ummm… not since last Wednesday, that you took it for your walk and skating
lessons. What do you need it for, this time?” the Kazakh man replied
nonchalantly, not even looking up from his computer and the e-mail he had just
received from a business partner, with documents he had needed that morning.
Getting the files late meant working late, unfortunately. It all seemed
innocent enough, until he felt something on his thigh, and a pull on his neck.
That’s when he turned to look at his boyfriend, at last. He ended speechless.
“I just wanted to put it on the speakers at the bedroom, pick some sexy music
and have a nice time with you,” Yuri answered with an innocent yet teasing
smile, his foot caressing Otabek’s thigh and moving closer to his groin each
time, while his delicate hand played with the loose tie of his lover. In all
honesty, to have sex or not wasn’t what worried Yuri, they already had plenty
and as good as it could be, but to see his loved one stressed out over work,
something that would be there in the morning anyway, was. In hopes of getting
his way, Yuri was even using one of his weapons that he knew Otabek liked the
most: his hair down, slightly wavy and with the smell of his special shampoo,
just a bobby pin holding it in place, leaving his face clear, and his green
eyes completely visible . Normally he’d feel nervous to be like that, even if
Otabek had seen him that way already, so many times; he’d feel exposed and
vulnerable, but with him he also felt protected and cared about. Then again,
the man loved seeing him like that, so he went for it, indulging him. With what
he was doing and how he looked, it wasn’t that hard to get his attention.
“Ummm…. Okay. We can use the computer, o-or mine, it has some of your songs in
it,” The older man agreed with a dumbstruck smile, still mesmerized at how
sweet yet devious his Yuri could look, doing something as simple as this. And
he was the fool that was hopelessly in love with him and would do anything for
his boy. It always amazed him, but he’d never change it. “I-I can save these
files and join you there? Or if you want to wait for me?” he offered, licking
his lips and caressing Yuri’s calf in that certain way that told the blonde
just how ‘excited’ his boyfriend was.
He smiled and leaned over for a sweet kiss. “I can wait here,” Yuri nodded, his
foot still teasing his lover’s lower area, as he smiled cheekily. He wanted to
tease Otabek a little more, it was one of his favorite past times, but also he
needed to keep an eye on him so he wouldn’t go elbows deep in work again. He
knew Otabek tended to do that from time to time…
As soon as Yuri saw the message in the computer announcing that it was turning
itself off, he grinned, leaning over once more over his beloved. This time, he
pulled him for a more heated kiss, using the little metal ball on his tongue to
drive him into a moan, knowing that the little piercing from his teenage years
always drove the man wild, while his hand pressed directly over his groin. He
could feel Otabek hardening already under his touch, his strong body reacting
to the ministrations. “Catch me if you can,” he whispered heatedly over those
delicious lips, smirking while a dangerous glint shone in his emerald eyes and,
taking the chance at Otabek’s stunned expression, hopping off the desk and
hurriedly running out of there. He knew that the older man would soon follow
him, and he could hardly wait.
It took less than 2 minutes before he was caught, held by the waist, and later
on carried and tossed to the king-sized bed the couple shared, exchanging
laughter and kisses again and again, while Otabek’s firm and strong body
captured him to the mattress, a devious smirk already promising so much. If
there was something that Yuri knew perfectly, it was the power and strength
that those muscles encased, the time and care his lover put into his health and
exercise routine, so he grinned, opening his long legs wide to give him more
room to settle in, while his hand moved over Otabek’s arm, feeling every firm
muscle that was being put into work at the moment. As he managed to remove the
blue tie and open the dress shirt, Yuri felt himself getting more worked up,
eager; he had always found Otabek’s toned and defined body a major turn on, his
dominant and masculine form so much different than his own androgynous one, it
was something that attracted him immediately, and to know he had it right
there, just for him, was the major ego boost. Otabek Altin was his.
“So you’re in the playful mood, huh? Let’s play some, then… Kitten,” Altin
spoke in a husky voice, moving his hips as to show what he had in store already
for his boyfriend. They both knew what it was; there was no secret about the
man’s bigger than average size. Joining their lips once more, Otabek carefully
started undressing his lover, taking the chance to kiss every inch of skin that
was revealed to him. Plus, he had the chance to tease Yuri, kissing and giving
small bites to random parts of him, whether it was neck, shoulders, the sparkly
pierced little nipples, the tattooed skin of Yuri’s side or anywhere. Yuri’s
little sounds and squeaks, even his whines for him to hurry up and stop
teasing, they were all music to his ears.
Those sounds changed, though, once Otabek moved his hand to the waistband of
Yuri’s leggings, his mouth also moving closer to that area as he continued
kissing and teasing the soft, porcelain pale skin at his disposal. And when he
removed said piece of clothing in a slow and maddening motion, conveniently
finding no underwear beneath it, he swore he heard Yuri growl loudly. “What is
it, baby? I thought you wanted to play,” he teased, smirking before tracing
with the tip of his tongue the constellation tattooed on his lover’s hip.
Otabek had been surprised when he met Yuri and found out about his love for
tattoos, along with the one for piercings. Even though he himself had a very
intimate piercing, a moment of drunken idiocy from his wild years that left him
with a pierced dick, he had never dated anyone with any kind of body art or
modification. At first it had been something to get used to; now he absolutely
loved it. But only on Yuri.
“God, you’re such a fucking tease,” Yuri gasped, holding onto the bedsheets as
he felt his boyfriend roam his body in any way he desired. He wasn’t sure if he
wanted to kick him, or kiss him. However, with Otabek he was sure he could let
himself go, because the man would never hurt him or do something to make him
feel awkward or wrong. It was one of the things he loved the most of him.
“Says the one who came to my office to tempt me?” Otabek spoke back, taking
advantage of his privileged position where Yuri couldn’t see him very well.
Licking his lips, he once again started kissing his soft skin, paying special
attention to sharp hipbones while he caressed Yuri’s legs, knowing that by
reflex the younger man would bend them some. Exactly as he wanted. Taking the
chance, Otabek used then only one hand to caress Yuri’s body, putting two
fingers of his other hand in his mouth to wet them enough; he’d use lube later,
this was faster now.
When the blonde was distracted, he pressed the first finger to his tiny
entrance, at the same time he covered his boyfriend’s erection with his mouth.
Yuri’s moan and shock at the double action was a loud one. “Fucking shit,
Altin, warn a guy! Oh God!”
Proud of himself, Otabek started pushing his finger deeper into Yuri’s body, on
the same teasing rhythm he used to move his head and suck on the hard erection,
delighting himself on a taste he had grown to love, being uniquely Yuri. He
loved it, just as he loved his boyfriend with all his being.
“Beka, Beka---!” Yuri gasped between moans, the double stimulation in such an
expert way driving him crazy with need already. Even though he wanted to ask
for more, it was hard to figure out if he meant more pleasure, more sucking,
more penetration, more mercy. It was all just too much. With one hand still
holding tight to the fabric under him, he reached with the other one for
Otabek’s head, his fingers running through his lover’s now messy hair. When he
met him it had been confusing, to think that someone so masculine, with an
undercut like a fuckboy and a very serious face and hard looks was gay and
wanted him, but now he definitely had no doubt about it. And he simply adored
the way Otabek looked. “Please, please, Beka!”
There was such an undertone of urgency in Yuri’s voice, one Otabek knew by
heart already. Giving one last slow bobbing of his head to his lover’s
erection, he released it from his mouth, even though on the other side, both
his fingers were still buried into Yuri as deep as possible. His voice was
husky when he spoke, looking up at Yuri without moving from his position, and
blowing softly on Yuri’s hard on, coated with saliva. “What is it, baby? You
don’t want me to continue? I was having so much fun, thought you did too.”
“Dick. I want you inside me,” Yuri complained, pouting a little at Otabek and
shivering as the hot air hit his manhood. It gave him chills, but of the good
kind.
“What? Oooh, you want my dick inside you… well you should’ve said it earlier,”
the business man told, acting as if so surprised, and finally climbing out from
between Yuri’s legs, pulling his fingers carefully out of him. “Let me get the
lube, okay?” he whispered when face to face with his lover, his lips mere
centimeters from Yuri’s but not touching them, before moving away and to the
bathroom where the essential was kept. “Want to choose a position?” he asked
casually, letting his clothes fall down to the floor as he walked around the
place. After all, Yuri had been the only naked one before, and Otabek
definitely didn’t have a problem with nudity.
“Here’s a position: insert piece A in slot B, A being your dick, B being my
ass. How about that, huh?” Yuri replied with a raised eyebrow, not moving from
where he was, if not for the fact that he opened his legs wider, giving Otabek
a perfect view of all his intimate area. Inside these four walls Yuri was free
to speak as he wanted to about anything, and that was a piece of freedom he
valued a lot. But what he said, and his shameless actions, left Otabek
speechless and staring, standing be the door and admiring the view.
“Damn. When you put it like that…” Otabek whistled, making his way over to the
bed and climbing on top of his boyfriend, kissing him passionately while
pressing both their erections together. Such a heavenly pressure, he could
hardly wait. “Want it good, darling? Huh?” he teased, coating himself quickly
with the lubricant before prepping Yuri some more, getting him ready for his
girth. One last passionate kiss, and he pressed himself to the stretched
entrance. One long moan, and he pushed deep inside, slowly, providing a
delicious stretching while going borderline between pain, and the pleasure of
fullness.
Soon they found a rhythm filled with passion, love and lust, pressing all the
right spots on them both to push them over with pleasure and love, to drive
them to ecstasy and get closer to climax. Kisses were shared, words of love
where whispered between gasps and moans, hot caresses turning their bodies on
fire before they reached the major pleasure together, calling each other’s
names and merging themselves not just in body, but also in their souls. They
just knew it. They had a very active and healthy sex life, but each time felt
different, perfect in its own way. Except their first time, which had been
filled with nerves, clumsiness and awkwardness, but also laughter,
embarrassment and cheesy lines, and that was part of their history together, so
they were okay with it.
Yuri pretty much purred in delighted pleasure as he was rolled over from under
Otabek’s strong body, to be partially on top of him, and in his arms. He felt
deliciously spent, exhausted but pleased, and the gentle hold of arms around
his waist assured him that he wasn’t the only one who had a good time. “Hmmmm…
so fucking good…you’re amazing,” he sighed, pleased with himself and with
Otabek.
In response, the kazakh nodded, pulling Yuri gently up over him until their
lips touched gently, no rush like before. “Very good indeed. Thanks, love, you
always know how to bring me back to what’s important,” he told, stealing
another kiss and yawning unintentionally. Just now did he realize how tired he
really was, how spent because of the stress from his job.
“Wanna take a nap?” Yuri offered, noticing the same thing Otabek did. He kissed
the firm, sweaty chest gently. “Go ahead, I’ll clean us up and call for some
Chinese to be delivered, the one you like from the family with the triplets,
and wake you up when it arrives,” he told, giving no room for chivalrous
argument, kissing the man in between words. “I’ll just run to the bathroom real
quick and then make the call,” he announced, having to kiss Otabek at least 5
more times before finally being released by the strong arms and being able to
walk hurriedly to the adjacent bathroom. As much as he loved the feeling of his
Beka releasing himself inside him, it certainly made for one awkward walking.
It took about 20 minutes before Yuri felt himself clean enough and refreshed,
dressing only in his underwear and one of Otabek’s large t-shirts. It was worn
out and faded, a little hole here and there from over use, but he loved it; it
was extra soft, and had that perfect smell, permeated with the man’s unique
aroma in it. How could he not love to wear it at every chance he got? It was
probably his favorite. Carefully walking out of the bathroom, Yuri smiled
fondly at his already sleeping lover, cleaning him gently with a warm towel
before grabbing his cell phone and hurrying out of the room. He didn’t want to
disturb Otabek in any way for as long as he could, and the number for the
delivery place was in his phone’s memory, anyway.
Except that while he was walking around the house and fiddling with his phone,
he accepted an incoming call, by mistake.
“Don’t you think it’s rude to leave me hanging like this, Yuri? You know I
don’t like that…”
“…Marcus.”
Chapter End Notes
     I'm beyond thrilled for the support I got from the first chapter,
     thank you to everyone leaving kudos, comments and bookmarking!
     Let me know what you think, any doubts, whatever you feel like :)
     See you soon!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Can you guess who's back to work? Ugh, training courses suck, and I
     think they sucked some of my life and soul, too....
     Anyway, here's a chapter, enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. “I don’t know why you’re so
surprised to hear my voice, you knew I was the one calling. I’ve been calling
you a lot, boy,” the older man on one side of the line spoke, walking around
his place as he drank a beer. “What? Not gonna tell me how much you’ve missed
hearing my voice?”
But for Yuri, to hear that strong, menacing voice was nothing he could have
missed. Once he had ignored the tone, making himself get turned on by it and
doing anything it told him to do; now it scared him. And it scared him so much
despite how far he’d come, that right now he had to take a hold of the couch to
get himself to remain standing, for his legs were failing him. His body felt
weak, and his skin was as white as paper. And to think he was so sure he had
left it all behind. “I-I don’t…. I didn’t know it was you who called, it was a
mistake. I don’t even know how you got my number”.
Another amused chuckle. “And why would it be a mistake to talk to me, fairy?
After all, I’m your man, remember? You belong to me,” Marcus Galkin teased,
while heading to his preferred room when talking to or about his ‘property’.
The room with all the pictures and memorabilia he had from those times. “Seems
like I’ve been gone for too long, huh? You don’t remember how you should
address me? That’s a bad Yuri right there,” he spoke in a wicked way, licking
his lips as he admired a few of the glossed images in front of him, mostly the
ones where the boy was either held by handcuffs, or forced to something.
Complete control over him, oh how Marcus missed that. There were tears in his
eyes, but he remembered clearly his pretty voice, always begging for more.
Something seemed to snap Yuri out of his shock right then, as his knuckles
turned white around the phone, and the back of the couch. This was his chance
to tell the man off, like he never could before. “You have no fucking right…
How dare you to come back just like that and- and think you can just come and
barge into my life and have me over you again? Are you fucking insane? No,
nevermind, I know you are. But how dare you to… to reach me?!” he claimed,
anger fueling him in an outburst he had never imagined having against the man
he was talking to.
“How dare I? Better yet, how dare you to talk to me like that? I fucking own
you, remember? And I came back to claim you back; you’re mine, because you seem
to have forgotten your place, little bitch, seems like I’ll have to remind you
of it all, you whore,” anger and a silent threat came within Marcus’s words as
the man clenched a picture in his hands, a recent one. The muscles of his arms
seemed to tense with the anger. Someone made his pliant fairy a bitch, he’d
have to fix that.
“No… you can’t own me anymore,” Yuri tried to sound strong, but knew his voice
was at the point of breaking, so he hurried and ended the phone call. He
couldn’t let him hear him fall apart. Not anymore. By the point he managed to
do so, he was shaking. This was something he hadn’t been prepared for,
something he didn’t expect having to deal with anymore, ever again.
A sob escaped Yuri’s lips as he let his phone fall from his hand and to the
couch, bracing himself tightly and hopelessly praying for strength. He wasn’t
religious, faith and God had abandoned him long ago, so he knew there was only
the demons. This matter wasn’t over, it was far from it and he knew it. And he
couldn’t let Otabek know about it, because that would mean telling him all
about his shameful past, and admitting the lies he told him, right at the very
base of their relationship. No, he’d deal with this alone, because he had no
one he could go for help with this. He escaped from Marcus once, and he’d do it
again.
Sighing, he saw his phone and remembered what he had been doing before that
call. He was going to order Chinese, and he was going to enjoy a nice night in
with his boyfriend. Yeah, he’d do that. And try to calm himself in the
meantime, before going back to Otabek. He really hoped the man would be tired
enough to not notice how upset he was, trying to hide it as he did under the
mask of normalcy.
When the food was delivered, Yuri had already managed to get some color back to
his face, getting the drinks and heading upstairs with everything in hands,
hoping to enjoy the rest of the night with Otabek at least some, cat already
fed and ready for a quiet night in. And luckily for him, when he entered the
bedroom, Otabek was still peacefully sleeping, just as he had left him. In
fact, he had to struggle a bit to wake him up, but when he did he made sure to
try his best acting skills, and to let go and enjoy the night.
He pushed the previous event to the back of his mind, as much as he could. The
man wasn’t worth it.
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“What the fuck do you mean we have a test today? I didn’t study!” Yuri
complained and whined, looking at his friend as they walked together to their
class. It wasn’t that he was antisocial, but that Yuri tended to push people
away to not have to worry about their intentions later on. That, and he was
quite aware that he could be a lot to handle, sometimes. Hell, he did that on
purpose. Probably his only friend, if she could be called that, was Mila
Babicheva, a cheerful girl who always managed to make him smile (no matter how
much he denied it), who shared classes with him and in occasions, a similar
sense of style, too. This time they even matched colors in their clothing,
though Yuri wore black with yellow, and Mila with blue; according to her it
made her blue eyes shine, and her red hair look better. Yuri was pretty sure
they were some sort of friends, but wasn’t sure about how close. She could be
nice, though, and if he had a friend no one would worry about him and make him
take antidepressants again. Always a plus.
“Didn’t you hear the old man? Last two chapters! What were you thinking during
the last class, really?” the fit girl asked, munching on some cheese flavored
snacks. She had decided that there was enough time to eat them before reaching
the classroom, and was now determined to prove it. But to be eating didn’t mean
she wouldn’t notice the crimson blush covering Yuri’s cheeks and part of his
face, as the young man fidgeted next to her.
“Ummm…. I had a date with Beka?” Yuri answered, honest. Seeing as he didn’t
hang out with many people, not everyone knew he was in a steady relationship
with a very successful, handsome man, or that he lived with him. Except for
Mila; that girl seemed to know everything, and use the information when it was
least convenient. Then again, she loved gossip, and loved to share way too much
about her own private, intimate life. Yuri prepared himself for the teasing he
was surely about to endure.
“A date? That’s so… cheesy old fashioned,” Mila commented, amused. “You’re
like, living together already and forever, what’s the date for? I’m sure he
already gets in your pants, so it’s not like there’s much reason to it, then. I
can see the hickeys from miles away, anyway,” she seemed to contemplate. Well,
Mila had never been precisely the romantic one, so Yuri let it pass. In fact,
before Otabek, Yuri had definitely stopped believing in love, let alone
romance.
“He likes it and I like it, so why not? Adds a little fun every once in a
while,” Yuri shrugged, remembering how nice that night had been, in all ways.
Yeah, it had been fun and beyond that, that was for sure. Fuck, he had been so
deliciously sore the next morning… “You should try it sometimes, go beyond the
one night stand and actually try to know the person. Not like I met a lot of
people before Beka, but at least that way you’d find beforehand if the guy is a
douchebag, before you fuck and he dumps you and then I have to pick your sorry,
drunk ass from whatever bar,” he suggested with a raised eyebrow, looking at
his friend walking by his side. While Yuri was a very private person, Mila was
the opposite, someone who’d tell you anything you wanted to know about her, and
even what you didn’t.
“What?! Damn, savage Yuri, I bet you didn’t have a morning quickie… C’mon, are
you kidding me?” Mila asked, gasping in shock at the suggestion from her friend
as both students entered the classroom, ignoring the looks she received at her
melodramatic reaction. “But one night stands, those are the fun ones! Why
bother knowing anyone if I only want the ass? That’s what I want to know. And
some mouth, maybe, and other obvious body parts, too,” she confirmed once more,
nodding and grinning stupidly while taking a seat. She didn’t even notice how
other students were hearing her say such things. Or she chose not to notice.
“Shit, remind me why the fuck do I hang out with you?” Yuri groaned, rolling
eyes and pulling the hoodie of his sweatshirt to cover his face. They were too
different, yet Mila was the girl Yuri found himself calling a friend. The only
one in a very long time. Fuck how that happened.
“I make you look like a decent person,” Mila shrugged, pulling out a binder and
handing it to Yuri, glancing at him. “Check this quickly and you’ll ace the
test. This is another why you hang out with me, I’m great,” she told, offering
her friend a carefully folded piece of paper with the key answers of the test
they were about to have. Yuri was tempted to ask how she got it, but knew he
wouldn’t get an answer, or he wouldn’t like the answer received. It was always
the same with Mila, and he had learned not to ask.
“I am a decent person…” Yuri grumbled, checking the notes quickly, just moments
before the teacher came in, announcing for everyone to get a piece of paper, a
pen, and put everything else away. Then the question sheets started passing;
Yuri mentally cheered for Mila as he answered the test, the answers being
almost the same notes he had just checked from her. He’d buy Mila a big, gooey
cookie for this.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     A new chapter! As I'm stuck in a regional meeting with nothing to
     do... I guess it's good to use the time for something?
     It came to me here, so... enjoy!
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“Yura, your phone’s ringing!” Otabek called from the kitchen as he heard the
distinct sound of his lover’s mobile from the other room. He frowned at the
insistence of the call, so he cleaned his hands covered in garlic and herbs,
seeing as he was cooking, and headed for the living room, following the sound.
“Yuri, where are you? you’ve got a call coming in!” he called once more,
anyway.
Pretty emerald eyes opened wide as Yuri heard his lover’s voice calling for
him. He hadn’t noticed he left his phone somewhere else as he went to the
studio to work some on a project. But a phone call could put everything in his
life at risk, as his luck would have it, so he jumped from his seat, running as
fast as he could to where Otabek was, praying that the older man wouldn’t pick
the call for him.
“Yura, would it kill you to get your stuff--” Otabek started once more, holding
the phone in hand and looking at the screen as he heard his lover’s hurried
steps towards him. The older man rolled eyes, handing the phone to his
boyfriend. “…get your stuff and put it wherever you are? I can’t take my eyes
off the meal and let it burn just to search for everything you drop, babe,” he
told, taking a chance to kiss his lover’s stunned and breathless lips. “Didn’t
catch it on time anyway, sorry. It was an unknown number, though…”
Yuri swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, his mind barely registering
how close of a risk it had been. He had to be more careful, much more. “I-I’m
sorry, Beka,” he apologized, embarrassed. He tried to sound normal, but inside
he was panicking, feeling the floor shaking. He had so much to apologize for,
though, more than Otabek could ever imagine. Not willing to deal with it for
long, though, Plisetsky shook his own thoughts then. “So, something’s smelling
good, what are you up to?” he changed the topic, playing innocent.
If Otabek noticed or suspected something, he didn’t let it show. “Some chicken,
vegetables and mashed potatoes. Felt like cooking something nice today. Why,
hungry already?” he answered, already walking back to the kitchen to check his
food. He tended to try make everything perfect, all the time. Frustrating at
times, but so ridiculously rewarding at others.
“Maybe… depends on what I get to eat,” Yuri teased, smirking and following his
lover to the kitchen, while turning his phone off in a very subtle manner. He
was afraid of any entering call that could come in, especially with Beka being
so close to him and so close to find out before. Placing the device on the
coffee table, he walked over to his boyfriend, hugging him from behind; they
were close to the same height, with Yuri being younger but blessed with good
genes, so there was no surprise that he still managed to reach for Otabek well
enough. If he were in a mood, he’d call the older man “shorty” or something of
the like. “Are you going to feed me something?” he purred, his hand sneaking
under the man’s shirt. Right now, his mood was leaning towards a fun evening
with his nice boyfriend. Hopefully with his nice dick too.
Otabek smirked, turning to place a kiss on Yuri’s lips. Followed by a piece of
carrot shoved in between those pretty lips.
The sound of Otabek’s laughter filled the kitchen as he admired Yuri’s stunned
face at what he did. Surely the younger man wasn’t expecting that, not in the
middle of a kissing moment! But it was a nice distraction, and it also allowed
Otabek to re-focus on his cooking, if he wanted the meal to be well done. “What
do you think? Need anything?” he asked, playing it safe and innocent so to not
suffer the wrath of an offended, needy Plisetsky.
Yuri hummed, pouting a little as he chewed, too busy with that to complain
about the lack of lips over his. It wasn’t a bad thing, and the taste of the
carrot was good, just that he wanted a few more kisses to get in a good mood,
and forget about bad moments, especially after the scare he had and a rough day
at class. “Needs a bit of soy sauce,” he commented, reaching over quickly to
steal another piece, this time of a potato. Chewing, he took the chance to
pinch Otabek’s side, watching the man trying to focus and keep his stoic
posture, trying not to squirm and retaliate. “And seeing as this is the only
thing I’m gonna get here, I guess I’ll have to go back to work. Don’t come
unless you want a piece of this!” he called, teasing, as he walked backwards
and caressed himself, making sure his Beka was looking at him and his smirking
face.
Otabek groaned, admiring his lover and wishing his hands weren’t deep in spices
and food. It was ridiculously unfair, having such a vixen around and being
unable to get it, while this gorgeous sex demon was parading in front of him.
“Oh, c’mon! You know I want some, but I also want to eat something that isn’t
burnt completely,” the man justified himself, fixing the vegetables to Yuri’s
liking. “And you want to eat, don’t you? I don’t see you cooking anything!” he
defended himself. “Why don’t you prepare some drinks, or go buy ice cream or
something?” he suggested. Anything so that Yuri would stop trying to seduce him
(not that he needed much for that) and he could avoid burning down the house
because his dick had a mind of its own. In it’s defense, Yuri had a really nice
ass. Plump, firm, extra soft skin, and it turned pink so prettily after a few
spanks… Hell, he loved that ass. He could write sonnets about that ass.
“Oh, some drinks, huh? Want me to prepare one of my special ones?” Yuri
offered, stopping on his way out of the kitchen. He had an idea that would
surely make Otabek forget all about the phone call, now and in the future.
“I’ll make us both a few drinks, okay?” he told, not really asking, as he
pranced a little towards the liquor cabinet. There was a glint of
mischievousness in his eyes, and for a moment, Otabek worried.
The Kazakh man wondered if he had made a mistake by suggesting drinks on Yuri
fucking Plisetsky.
Five minutes later, Otabek pulled a face as he took a first taste of the glass
Yuri offered to him. It had looked pretty innocent, but once he tried it… he
felt his throat burning, and knew instantly that a drink like this could fuck
you up, fast. Yet, the taste was good. Odd. Perhaps the little Russian
should’ve been a bartender. “Yura, do I even want to know what the fuck is in
this thing? What did you use? I bet this has every kind of alcohol in the
house, including the first aid kit…” he asked, even though taking another, more
careful sip. This one felt better, not so aggressive towards his body.
“That’s a Plisetsky original drink, and it’s a secret, so you can’t know!” Yuri
grinned, tasting the drink from his own glass with a smirk. This was a little
mix that Mila had taught him, and Yuri had been eager to try it for weeks
already, adding his own touch to it. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you… Why,
you don’t like it?” again, the pout and the sweet eyes made an appearance. And
Otabek knew it was hopeless. He was doomed.
The man coughed a little, setting his glass aside. “Not that I don’t like it, I
just don’t want to be set on fire from having this and being near the stove at
the same time,” he defended himself, reaching for Yuri gently, pulling him
close. “And what’s that about a secret of a Plisetsky, huh? Can’t let me know?
Even though you love me and I love you, kitten?” he asked, lowering the flame
on the stove and holding his boyfriend close.
Except that he had no idea what his words meant for Yuri. The guilt they
pushed. And Yuri had to pretend he was perfectly fine.
Yuri forced himself to push that aside and instead kissed Otabek, licking his
lips delicately, deliberately. “Don’t be silly, you know I always tell you
everything,” he dismissed, smiling a little. He tried for it to not look too
forced and instead let his fingers caress Otabek’s neck, just the way he knew
he liked it. And the look of pleasure in the man’s face confirmed it.
“Mmmm… from the beginning of our relationship you’ve been deliciously honest
with me, even when playing difficult to get for me…” Otabek spoke in a husky
voice, loving what Yuri was doing to him as a shiver ran down his spine.
“Here’s an honest thought for you: I love you, and you’re driving me crazy,” he
said, smirking and letting one hand move over Yuri’s side in a feather-like
caress that made goosegumps appear on the thin body, while he got closer and
closer to his goal. “Now be a good boy and entertain yourself for a bit so I
can finish cooking, okay? Or we’ll both starve,” he teased, spanking Yuri’s ass
lightly and pulling away, turning to the cabinet and listening still for the
response he was sure he’d get.
Except that he didn’t.
Yuri pouted, but let go of his boyfriend, knowing that the older man was right.
Ten minutes later, a suspicious absence of a blonde young man made Otabek
frown. He couldn’t hear the TV, the shower, no music, nor had he heard Yuri
leave the place. Where was he, then? If there was one thing he knew, was that a
silent Plisetsky meant two things only: he was sleeping, or he was preparing
mayhem. And at the moment he wasn’t sure which was worse. Turning off the
stove, dinner actually ready by now, he cleaned his hands before walking out of
the kitchen, determined to find out what his boyfriend was planning now.
Had he been holding anything, he would’ve dropped it immediately at the sight
in front of him.
What an enticing, sensual sight it was, to come into a room to find your lover
naked, playing with himself while moaning your name, letting himself go in
pleasure as he waits for you to come and claim him! And it was exactly what
Otabek Altin found in front of him: his beautiful Yuri moaning for him in the
most delicious way, caressing himself and bringing goosegumps to his pale skin
while a pair of fingers pressed intimately inside of him, bringing shivers of
pleasure to his thin frame. His soft hair, strands of gold framing the gorgeous
face that shamelessly expressed his sensations. He was calling for him, both
vocally and with his sensual body movements. The little whimpers and whines
that came out of his mouth, the sweetest little moans he was calling for his
lover, were his undoing.
“Fuck, kitten, how am I supposed to get anything done like that?” Otabek
whined, his eyes never pulling away from the sight in front of him, the
writhing body in front of him calling him like a mermaid’s chant to a sailor.
And who could resist such a thing?
“Hmmm… you said I should---aah! E-entertain myself, that’s what I’m doing,”
Yuri answered while licking his lips, knowing full well that he now was the
man’s complete focus. If there was something he had learned back in the old
days, was that he was good at sex, and that could get him a lot of things.
Otabek’s undivided attention, for example.
Unable to resist another second of such a devious torture, Otabek cut the
distance between his persona and his lover in a couple strides, eagerly
capturing those pretty lips in a passionate kiss, as his hand took a hold of
Yuri’s, taking control of it to push the elegant and long fingers deeper
inside, before pulling them out and bring them up to his level, giving them
teasing licks as his eyes burned in lust. “Let’s go have dinner; you’ll be
dessert tonight. And I always eat my meals completely,” he told with a husky
voice.
Yuri grinned and headed to the kitchen, pleased with his little stunt,
regardless of the wetness between his cheeks from the used lube, feeling the
dark eyes on him, following his every step.
He remained naked and hard through the meal, thanking whatever higher power
that made Otabek dismiss so easily the phone incident from earlier. He was sure
he’d get another call anyway. The way his Beka looked at him as they ate,
though, the way he’d lick his lips and how he touched him, was enough to tease
Yuri and keep him on edge, lust shining in his pretty eyes, and it wasn’t long
before he was eating Otabek instead of the carefully prepared meal. It was a
shame, but it was impossible to focus on food when his lover was a feast
himself, all for him.
And it wasn’t long either before Otabek tasted a different part of Yuri, all to
himself.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     The saddest thing to happen is to know you have to update, wanting to
     do so, but be unable because of life. It sucks so much and I'm so
     sorry! On the good side, look what happens in this update!
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“I’m really sorry, okay? Wish I could take you with me or stay here, but we
both know that’s not possible,” Otabek apologized with a sigh as he folded a
shirt carefully, so it could join the others already inside his suitcase. Work
had been going great lately, which was always good, but a potential client
demanded to meet Otabek Altin personally, and that included him having to
travel out of the city for a few days; it was such a big potential client, that
there was no way he could’ve refused. Had it been on Friday, he would’ve taken
Yuri with him to enjoy a nice weekend together, but in the middle of the week,
it was just impossible.
Yuri sighed and looked down to his hands, sitting with his legs closed on the
bed as he helped folding some boxers too, his movements mechanic and without
much thought on it. It was a late afternoon and he was in the middle of an
essay when Otabek had arrived, announcing he had to leave the next morning for
a trip across the country. And all of Yuri’s plans for the evening changed,
just like that.
“I’ll take you to the airport tomorrow early,” the younger man offered,
resigned to the inevitability of the situation and stealing a small kiss as he
raised himself to place the boxers in the suitcase and get some socks. He took
the chance to sneak him one of his own with the rest, just for fun. As much as
he didn’t like to part from the other man’s side, he knew there was nothing he
could do, it was his job and since Otabek was already doing so much for him, it
was his turn to support him. They were a team.
“It’s okay, I can take a cab so you can sleep some more,” Otabek shrugged,
walking over to his dresser for a coat, just in case. He loved when Yuri did
those things for him, like taking him to the airport, there was no lie in that,
but he also hated so much to say goodbye to him, so it was a weird feeling
every time he had to travel. He longed for the moment when his love would be on
vacation, so we could travel together, anywhere as long as that blonde hair and
mischievous smile were there with him.
“And miss the chance to make an extra dramatic gay scene in the middle of the
airport? Lose the opportunity to perhaps give someone a small heart attack if I
call you Daddy in there? No way I’d miss that, Sir,” Yuri determined, falling
back on the bed with a small bounce and a smile on his face. The shirt he was
wearing rode up a little, exposing more of his long legs, and drawing Otabek’s
eyes to the area immediately. He was tired of packing, and this time he was
sure he had no test for the next day.
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“Babe, you’re falling asleep, sure you’ll be able to drive back home?” Otabek
asked in soft concern as he held his boyfriend close, bag in shoulder and
standing near his gate, suitcase already documented and taken. It was time for
a small, week long goodbye, but it was far too early in the morning for either
of them. There was not enough coffee in any of their bodies to make up for the
rude awakening of an alarm when it was still so early it was dark out, or for
the fact that the bed would soon lose it’s perfect warmth from the couple’s
bodies.
“Kiss me and wake me up, then,” Yuri grinned, reaching for Otabek’s soft jacket
and holding him back. He had a strange feeling lately because he had only
received two phone calls from Marcus since the last time where Otabek almost
picked it up, and he knew that the man never remained quiet or discrete for a
long time. It was unnerving; he was sure that Marcus was planning something, so
it was more about waiting for it to happen.
“Fine, one more, but it’s the last one, okay? I really have to board now, or
I’ll miss my flight and we’ll be pretty much fucked up,” Otabek agreed, rolling
eyes as if kissing his boyfriend was such a hard task, before his hand tangled
with the soft hairs that escaped from his low ponytail and caressed his nape,
while he pulled him close for a sensual, loving kiss, filled with promises of
devotion and a vow of loyalty. Their tongues started playing for dominance,
hardly keeping desire at bay at the same time they drank life from each other,
and it was enough to leave both men breathless, in dire need of more intimacy.
“God, I definitely don’t want you to go now,” Yuri moaned softly, holding
tighter to his lover and nuzzling against his tempting neck, seriously
considering biting the tempting caramel skin and leaving a mark, making sure
everyone would know this amazing man was taken, no matter where he was. He
could stay standing there forever.
“See it on the good side,” Otabek offered, not wanting to part from Yuri
either, but knowing he most definitely had to do so. The hand that had
previously held that soft, golden hair moved to hold gently the side of his jaw
as his thumb caressed his cheek gently, the other hand still resting over
Yuri’s hip, keeping him as close as they could be. “The sooner I leave, the
sooner I’ll come back, okay? And we both know we’ll be in contact constantly,
right? I promise to send you pictures and messages as much as I can, just focus
on your classes and don’t burn the house down in my absence,” he offered,
joking softly.
A tiny smile crossed both their faces, a small last kiss was shared, and sooner
than any of them wanted, Otabek Altin was already waving his lover goodbye and
boarding the plane that was taking him so far from his home and his love.
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“No, Mila, I won’t throw a bloody party at my place just because I have the
house for myself! And what are you, a 15 year old teenager? Ugh, don’t answer
that,” Yuri whined, rolling eyes as he walked with his friend to the Starbucks
near campus, groaning at his friend’s idea. “He just left yesterday, and I
don’t want to ruin the place. I just want my boyfriend to be relaxed and
pleased when he comes back, not having him find a fucked up house and probably
one of your one night stands stuck somewhere,” he told, fixing his light scarf
a bit around his neck, taking the chance of smelling it a bit; Otabek’s scent
was in it.
“But c’mon, I want to go to your place and get drunk and have fun and
everything else! We’re in college, we’re supposed to do that!” the redhaired
friend tried again, determined. In her humble opinion, her friend didn’t have
enough fun, not the kind he should have all the time, even more so with being
involved with such an older man when Yuri was, in her eyes, still a baby
brother for her. It was inacceptable to be so boring so young, he was supposed
to be reckless, wild, and fuck shit up constantly. And she wanted to show him
how to do so properly.
Yuri groaned, taking off his sunglasses as they entered the place and giving a
glance to a board with some of the weekly offers for the clients. “Fuck, stop
that shit! I’ll tell you what: If and only If you’re a good girl, I’ll invite
you one of these days so you can finally see where I live, okay?” he traded,
knowing that with Mila, this was as far he’d go, because the girl normally
wouldn’t take a no for an answer. He also knew he’d end up giving in and
inviting him over anyway, but he’d rather it happened on his own terms, and
saving himself and the house from a Babicheva hurricane. Ugh, the disgrace, the
mess! No, thank you.
However, it was worth the 10,000 watts grin that formed on Mila’ face, which
meant his suggestion had been good enough and the idiotic party idea would be
left alone to rot somewhere else. It was one less thing to worry about while in
line, and when Yuri finally decided on what to order, pleased and with his mood
improved a little now that Mila’s idea of a party at his place was forgotten,
the only thing he was considering was the possibility of being able to sit
down, preferably in one of the comfy seats by the window.
There was only one, and he hurried to get it as soon as he got his drink,
waving at his friend to join him.
It all went well for the first 15 minutes, between jokes, some gossiping about
classmates and random comments, sipping on iced coffee, but even with the high
spirits there was Yuri shifting in his seat from time to time with an uneasy
feeling, one he couldn’t figure out or explain, yet it felt strangely familiar
to him. Pulling subtly on the long sleeves of his shirt, he felt a shiver out
of nowhere running from the back of his neck and through his body, all the way
to his toes, and winced without a thought. He didn’t think Mila would notice,
it was so quick.
However, Mila, who had been rambling on and on about his new hook up, frowned
when noticed Yuri’s sudden change, story momentarily forgotten, irrelevant as
it was when his friend changed so suddenly and went completely silent in a
second. “Hey, Yuri. You’re looking weird, a bit pale suddenly… Are you okay?”
she asked, placing her drink aside and reaching for the boy’s hand, showing the
not so known, caring side of her. Growing as she had, with a struggling
traveler single mother who overworked herself constantly if not disappearing
for weeks with her latest date, she had learned long ago that it was easier to
just “live life”, because friends and family disappeared quickly, there was
nothing permanent. She didn’t let herself get too attached, until Yuri once day
long ago in a beginner’s ice skating class.
When realizing he was being talked to, Yuri shook his head a little, trying to
shake the feeling away. He felt like someone was observing him, but that was
crazy, right? There were a lot of people in the building, seeing as it was a
popular spot, what were the odds of someone watching him, of all people? He was
just being paranoid because Otabek was gone, that had to be it.
“I’m okay, baba. I just felt cold for a second, so don’t star with the nagging,
okay?” he hurriedly dismissed, smiling in a half forced way as he patted his
friend’s hand in a gentle way, to show that he appreciated the concern and that
the comment was more of a tease than anything else, h wasn’t upset. At least
not with her. It was just a stupid feeling, because even as he looked around,
he couldn’t find anything or anyone strange. His mind surely had to be playing
tricks at him, with the stress of tests, Otabek being gone and everything that
was happening lately on the side. Perhaps he should look online into some
advice in how to deal with anxiety…
Dismissing everything for his own sake, Yuri stood up from his seat, coffee in
one hand while putting on his sunglasses with the other, phone already in his
pocket after his latest chat with his boyfriend. He was more than ready to get
out of that place. “C’mon, you crazy woman, I forgot a book I need from the
library if I’m gonna pass the old man’s class. Let’s pick it up and then I can
give you a ride home,” he offered, a truce while looking at his friend with a
little smirk, knowing that for sure the girl would gladly agree. Despite
debating on how apparently Yuri was an absolute menace when behind the wheel
(except when Otabek was in the car, of course), Mila loved riding shotgun in
the cute mini cooper and letting the wind mess a little with her hair. The fact
that it ruined Yuri’s was a nice bonus, too.
They walked out of the building and headed back, not knowing that someone was
watching every step, every movement they made. Especially every move Yuri did.
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A few more rings to his phone that day during the evening and night, and Yuri
answered none from the feared number. All he wanted was the safety of his calm
life now that he had finally found it, to let go and forget everything about
his past, but he just couldn’t, no one would let him and it was eating him
alive. And the one person able to make him forget and find peace, to make him
feel like he actually deserved it, was far away from there, only available
online or with phone calls, for the moment. It was a horrible feeling.
Walking around the house that night, barefoot and dressed only in one of
Otabek’s big shirts and his comfortable little boxers and with a nice tube of
ice cream in hand, Yuri just then realized how big and lonely their home could
be; it made him nervous, and he made sure to double and triple check the lock
on every door and window existing. He started thinking on giving up and
agreeing with Otabek into getting a dog, a mean ferocious one that could
protect the house, and him. Potya was a lazy cat, completely useless in that
department unless her food was in danger. Not likely to happen.
He stopped in front of the small table by the stairs, smiling without noticing
as he took in his hand the framed picture placed in there. It was a photo of
him and Otabek in one of their first dates, the cheap frame with animal paws on
the side and trashy colors clashing with the house decoration yet kept for the
sentimental value. The picture in front of him was one from the day when Otabek
almost passed out after a dare, yet still found the guts in him to ask Yuri to
be his boyfriend, to be precise; they had gone to an amusement park that day
(Otabek swore he wasn’t as serious as he looked, and had tried to prove it),
having fun together almost like they were kids once more. Yuri had never had
such fun with anyone before, considering the lack of social life from when he
was growing up, but having the chance to go riding almost all of the
attractions, playing the stupid and obviously rigged games and eating junk food
and cotton sugar, it was insane. In the picture, which had been taken by a nice
vendor, Beka was kissing his cheek with an arm around his shoulder, Yuri’s
smile genuine and thrilled as he hugged a stuffed black cat and leaned over his
new boyfriend, giddy with excitement while trying to look “cool”, as he had
claimed to be.
That same cat had its permanent place over a couch near the balcony in their
bedroom.
Unable to resist, Yuri took the picture upstairs with him, placing it near the
shared bed before climbing onto it, caramel ice cream in hand and laptop in
front of him. There was homework to be done and a Skype conversation to pick up
so it could take over his ridiculously sappy attention. He forgot everything
about the phone calls and the strange feelings for that day.
Chapter End Notes
     So sorry for being late, I'll try harder so this doesn't happen
     again!
     Any thoughts to share?
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Not gonna lie, I debated wether I should post this now or wait,
     seeing as it's the YurioNSFW week on Tumblr and a lot gets posted
     here, and I didn't want my work to get buried or ignored. Then I
     decided that fuck that, let the work speak for itself! So here it is!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After half a week without Otabek by his side, Yuri already felt miserable and
like an abandoned puppy. It wasn’t even that Otabek never left his side,
because he had had other wok trips before, but with all that had been happening
lately, Yuri felt apprehensive to say the least, paranoid even. He tried his
best to not let anyone see it, though. He was still trying to think of a way to
end the situation, because no matter what, all the scenarios in his head ended
with him miserable, and hurt. Figurative and literally.
Of course the phone calls had continued, but Yuri still refused to pick up;
when text messages started to arrive, he hurried to delete them. He had had to
read them, though, and every word was now engrained in his mind, sneaking in
and messing with his psyche as he curled on bed, on the couch, anywhere he
could feel small, but safe. He considered blocking the number, but the mere
idea of Marcus starting to call the home line, or worse calling Otabek, made
him stop before doing so.
‘Why don’t you pick up the phone? It would be easier for both of us.’
‘Talk to me, little bitch, if you know what’s good for you.’
‘Do you want everyone finding out what kind of whore you are under your
disgusting clothes and stupid façade?’
‘Perhaps I should go for a visit, maybe you’ll talk to me then.’
Every single text message was a torture for the Russian young man, and an
avalanche of memories that flooded his mind like a dam had broken, destroying
any and all chance for rest. Sometimes he wondered why he never went to a
therapist after what he went through. He knew very well that to go to a
therapist didn’t mean you were crazy, just that you’re in need of help, but he
was just too ashamed, he felt too guilty, and he would rather lose his mind
than lose his life, and his lover.
As much as Yuri had tried to move on, he knew he really hadn’t done such a
thing, and it scared him because his past was coming closer to his present. A
past he never learnt how to deal with in the first place, and that was now
threatening to come back and take all from him.
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It was after doing groceries one evening that Yuri walked back home, to find a
message recorded on the phone. Thinking it could be from Otabek, he pressed the
play button in the answering machine without a doubt, while placing bags on the
floor and taking off his jacket. The voice he heard was one he certainly didn’t
expect to hear.
‘Yuriooooooo! How’s my little brother doing? Do you know how damn hard it is to
get a hold of you?’ The manly voice of Yuri’s older, half brother spoke through
the speakers. ´I’ve got vacations coming up and thought about coming up for a
visit. Whatcha’ say? Think you can give me time and a couch to crash on? Call
me when you get this, little bastard, you know my number! C’mon, Yurio, and
hurry up because I’m about to book my flight!´
Without really noticing, Yuri grinned in surprise as he heard the message. It
had been so long since he saw the other man, that the mere thought of seeing
someone from his family that actually cared for him, made him squeal and forget
his groceries. Who could ever care about that? As much as he used to argue with
Viktor, the man was one of the last links he had to what he could’ve called
family, and he didn’t want to miss that. Not that he’d ever say so.
Immediately he checked for the number and called back; in a few weeks from now,
2 to be exact, he’d have a real guest at home, and he was thrilled. He hoped
Otabek would be, too, because if Viktor was still as he used to be… well, there
was no way to stop him now.
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“I promise he’ll be good, please please please? I can’t let him go to a hotel,
and it’s been too long since I saw him last! Plus it would be our first time
having a guest… I know how he is, but I kinda sorta maybe miss him, just a
little bit. Don’t tell him I said that, oh God,” Yuri pouted at his lover
through facetime, hoping it would be as effective as it normally was when they
were together, whining a little for a better effect while partially hiding his
pretty face from the other man. It hadn’t been even 2 hours from the moment
Yuri received the phone message, and he was already on Facetime trying to
convince his lover of how much of a good idea this could be. Hell, not even he
was sure of what drove him to insist on this, but he wanted it. Badly.
‘It’s not that I don’t like him, you know that, but…but… and our privacy? It
will be awkward with him there, to try have any intimacy or those fun nights as
you like them,’ Otabek explained through the same service, scratching his neck
before reaching for a can of Coke he had near him. He was more than ready to go
back home, but the work wasn’t finished yet. Again he sighed in annoyance that
his little Russian sweetheart wasn’t there to share the bed with him; he had
gotten too used to sleep with the thin boy in his arms, his soft weight over
his chest and the sweet scent of him surrounding them both, whispered
confessions of love lulling him to sleep. No, the forced abstinence and
distance were leaving him idiotic and frustrated, not to mention with a serious
case of blue balls.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m defending that asshole; you’re enjoying this far too
much, and I’ll deny it to my last breath. I know he won’t be much of a bother,
he’s open minded and we’ll give him the guest room that is far from ours. You
know he likes you, anyway, it’s not like he’d try to annoy you on
purpose…much,” Yuri tried once more, as he pushed some of his loose hair from
his face. He had let it loose for this call, knowing how much the other man
liked his hair and running his fingers through it, silky soft.
Otabek chuckled in the screen, an almost inexistent smirk starting to show on
his face. He knew his Yuri wouldn’t give up and, to be honest, why should he
torture his lover with something that meant the world to him, apparently? Plus,
it could be good for them to have some of Yuri’s relevant family around, if
only to talk things sometimes. And the damn pout had won him over 10 minutes
ago, anyway. Sighing, he knew it was time to give up. Not like he could deny
his lover anything, anyway. ‘For how long did you say he’s staying?’
The loud cheer was enough to be heard in the room Yuri was in, and probably a
few other rooms in the house. On the plus side, the excited fist pump and jump
made Yuri’s shirt ride up, and showed Otabek a brief, lovely sight of that
toned, soft and milky belly he loved so much. Damn, he wanted to go through the
screen and pull him close, drop a few kisses and little bites, and focus on
making Yuri come undone. The man was not above denying how seriously he needed
to get laid. “Oh my god, I love you! Thank you thank you thank you! You won’t
regret it, I promise!” Yuri danced in place, clapping and blowing kisses to the
screen in front of him in happiness, while his mind raced, planning meals and
trips to the mall and the skating rink and bars. Perhaps not in that same
order. In a couple of days, his amazing lover would be back, and in a few
weeks, his half-brother would be there, too!
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“The extra long hair in the way you had it a few years ago looked better. It
was so much fun to pull it in bed, and you always screamed so good for me. It’s
okay, the length you have now will still work for me.” Marcus sent the written
message along with attached pictures, this time inside a yellow envelope. It
had then been delivered to a clueless Yuri by a kid who, as soon as the task
was done, ran off to a park nearby and to his friends for some ice creams, not
knowing the deepness and of his simple task.
Yuri had been picking up the mail when the envelope was delivered and he,
curious as he was, opened it right then and there. His hands started trembling
as they held the objects tightly, feeling his breathing going faster and his
body temperature lowering, as he looked at every glossy image in front of him,
reading the small note over and over again.
He could recognize every moment captured in those pictures, every outfit he had
worn lately, every place he had been in, even the time of the day when those
pictures had been taken, for they were very recent. And it froze the blood in
his veins as he ran to his house, decided to lock himself inside and never come
out again. Looking around had been futile, for the whole street was empty.
This was not going well, and he was more than afraid now, looking at the
outside from a barely open curtain for any suspicious person that could
possibly pass by.
In a moment of adrenaline, fear and probably insanity if anyone dared asking,
Yuri ran off upstairs, reaching for everything he could put on and that
wouldn’t look a lot like him, anything that could make him look as different as
possible, grabbing loose clothes and even stealing one of Otabek’s caps.
Knowing that time was limited because Mila was waiting for him after not seeing
him in the past two days, seeing as he had refused to go out while busy moping
for his missing boyfriend, Yuri hurried out for a cab he had already called to
pick him up.
The whole time he looked everywhere and at everyone, more paranoid than ever
until reaching the mall. And even there, he continued to do so.
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“Yuri, are you sure you want to do this? It’s such a big change…” Mila tried
again to understand what was happening as she took a seat next to her friend at
the hair salon. When Yuri had called her after being missing for two days, she
had been more than excited to get together, but now, not so much. “Does this
have anything to do with this sudden ‘hide and seek’ game you’ve got going on?”
she asked, not knowing how close she was to the truth.
“Huh? I dunno what you’re talking about, hag, I just got a little virus, I told
you,” Yuri tried to dismiss and act casual. “Same reason for all the layers of
clothing; I don’t want to get worse, so I cover myself, see?” he even offered,
moving a little to get more comfortable as they waited for his stylist to be
free and ready.
“Well you do look a bit pale… but still, it’s too much! And what’s the occasion
anyway?” The redhaired girl asked once more, clearly with no intention of
dropping the subject. She was a curious person, and if there was something
clear, it was that evasive answers drove her crazy! Plus, what did haircuts had
to do with getting a virus?
Yuri sighed and rolled eyes at his friend, for once annoyed at her perceptive
self. He seriously had to try better to convince her. “Haven’t you ever felt
like you just need a change? To be someone else, for a little while? Like
you’re bored with who you are?” he tried another approach to the subject,
hoping this one would be more believable as he actually felt down in his mood,
which was something his new approach required. He started playing a little with
the hem of the hoodie he was wearing. “I wanna try something new, that’s all,
okay? Maybe it will look nice, and I bet Beka will love it.”
Now this got Mila’s attention full on. “Whoa, wait a minute there. Otabek
doesn’t know? He has no idea of this? You’re telling me that he’s absolutely
clueless about you getting a hair makeover?” she asked in shock, sitting
straight now and looking at her friend without bothering to even blink more
than a few needed times. “What the hell, Yuri? For what you’ve told me and I’ve
seen, the guy pretty much has a fucking fetish with your hair! I’m sure he’d
have sex with it, or he already comes all over your face and hair when you blow
him, and you’re gonna cut it off just like that? Do you know what it will do to
your sex life?!”
Yuri’s face immediately turned red with a fiery blush as his friend claimed so
loudly for knowledge of his sex life. Let alone that now almost everyone in the
salon had gone silent, discretely glancing at them and perhaps paying a bit
more attention than needed. That was so embarrassing! “Mila! My sexlife with
Beka is fine, okay? I know he has a certain… attachment to my looks, but it’s a
surprise! I’m confident that it will look good enough, maybe he’ll even like it
as much as the long hair. It can happen, right?”
Great, now he was doubting himself and his decision because of what Mila said,
regardless of his real reason to go with this.
An hour and a hot dog later, and Yuri felt much better with the change he made.
With a new haircut, different clothes, big sunglasses and company by his side,
for once he felt safe.
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Otabek Altin yawned as he walked out of the gate, looking around for his
boyfriend at the same time he kept an eye for his luggage, adjusting the
clothes over his strong, tired frame. It was a late evening but the flight had
been long too, and he was feeling beyond exhausted. All he wanted right now was
to get back home, take a shower, eat some random food that Yuri would probably
pick for him, and nuzzle to sleep with him. It was hard to believe, but he was
seriously considering himself too tired even for sex. His dick was going to
hate him. On the good side, because of the trip he didn’t have to work the next
day, which was Friday anyway so it meant a long weekend, which was perfect for
him.
The only hitch in his plan was that he couldn’t see his lover anywhere, airport
as packed as it could possibly be. Wondering if he’d have to call a taxi or if
something had happened to Yuri for him and it was the reason for him not being
there, it took him a moment before realizing that someone was coming his way,
someone he should’ve been able to recognize from far away.
For Yuri though, the fact that Otabek was pretty much looking at him and yet
still not knowing who he was looking at, was a strange feeling; it confused
him, but also made him feel strangely powerful. On one side, Yuri knew he
should probably feel disappointed because the man he shared his life with
couldn’t recognize him, it hurt some to see his lover like this. But on the
other side, it was clear then that his change of appearance had been
successful, it meant it would surely be a surprise for him.
Sneaky, Yuri walked over to his lover, passing him carelessly just to reach him
from behind, pressing a hand against his lower back while another one reached
for his waist, hand sneaking down the front of his pants as their bodies
pressed close together and the clear bulge in his tight pants pressed onto
Otabek’s backside. “Hey gorgeous… looking for some love tonight?” he spoke in a
whispered, husky voice, hoping to confuse Otabek enough. This new look,
disguising him as it did, definitely made him feel powerful, daring. Plus, he
loved the idea of causing a scene in the middle of the place, showing off his
happy gay life with his manly, delicious lover.
Otabek however hurriedly pulled away from the invasive hands and turned around,
definitely more awake now. “Whoa man, I dunno what you’re thinking, but I have
a boyfriend who I love and---” he started speaking in an almost rude tone,
before taking a second look at the person now in front of him. He was sure he
knew those black tight pants, the shirt was the one Yuri had been drooling for
on ebay for days before bidding on it... But it was the pose, the cocked hip
and the hand resting against it, the teasing smirk on the angular face before
the expensive sunglasses were removed and emerald eyes shone in front of him,
what gave it all away.
“Y-Yura?”
The younger man laughed softly, charming and amused, enjoying this moment far
too much. “Hey there, gorgeous. Took you long enough, but it’s nice to know you
wouldn’t cheat on me, even with myself,” he joked, finally being pulled into
Otabek’s arms and being deliciously, passionately kissed. Yuri held onto the
man’s strong arms, feeling his body tremble in pleasure, legs suddenly weak and
senses completely overwhelmed by Otabek’s strong presence, his unique scent of
sandalwood and Beka, the way both their bodies fitted together perfectly, like
puzzle pieces. Suddenly, the world had disappeared, and all that existed was
the two of them, together.
When their lips finally pulled apart, only for breathing purposes, Yuri had no
doubts about circling Otabek’s waist with his arms, holding him close still and
nuzzling against his neck, pressing a little kiss in there and feeling the way
the other man was holding him with the same love and care that was so…so them.
“Fuck. I missed you damn so much….”
“And you tell me? Facetime and the phone were the only things keeping me sane,”
Otabek replied as he held his lover gently, not caring about the people passing
by around them or watching them. It’s not like he owed them anything, this was
a free country, and he was free to do as he wanted. Plus, he loved how
perfectly Yuri fit in his arms, held to his chest. “All I could think on the
plane was seeing you, holding you, kissing you, and then you were nowhere to be
seen. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you, and you were standing in
front of me!” He groaned, and it was then that the man finally pulled away from
Yuri, stepping back a little while one of his hands remained gently cupping the
blonde’s cheek, admiring the sudden change of look. “What’s with the new hair,
anyway? You could’ve warned me, at least…”
Yuri then looked at his lover’s brown eyes, always so warm but now confused,
intrigued. He was pouting a little. “You don’t like it? I thought it would be a
nice surprise, I felt like I needed a little change,” he explained, frowning a
bit and again hoping his excuse would be believable. Of course he wouldn’t tell
Otabek that he made such a drastic change because a dramatic hairstyle was so
far away from what he used to have, that hopefully Marcus wouldn’t find him as
easily. Silly hope, but hope at least. Plus, he had grown to love it, and it
was easier to deal with than what he had before.
“Looks really nice, I promise. You know I think you’re beyond gorgeous and
everything looks good on you, it’s just… is it always going to be up in this
way? I kinda like it when it’s loose and soft, not to mention you can’t use all
the hairspray in the city all the time,” the man offered his opinion and a
small joke, hoping to make his boyfriend feel better. It had been such a sudden
change from what he knew, what he loved, that it for sure was going to take
Otabek a while to get used to it. He took a moment to fully admire the new
look; it wasn’t every day that the long, soft golden mane you’re used to see
loose, braided or in a little half bun turns into a sleeked back thing, much
shorter than before (it didn’t even reach Yuri’s shoulders, when it used to
have the perfect length to fall over his cute little pink nipples and cover
them when let free).
However, Yuri’s face looked somehow more angular and androgynous with the hair
all slicked back as he had it now, even looked a little more dangerous, like
the menace he could be sometimes when his temper got the best of him; the
entrancing dark make up he was wearing (thanks again, youtube!) made his
emerald eyes shine even brighter, while showing his high cheekbones and
features in a more prominent way, yet still delicate and mysterious. The little
smirk in his mouth was more than just a teaser, Otabek knew, because in that
pretty mouth, behind those luscious, plump lips covered in a thin layer of
gloss, the kazakh man knew there was a skilled tongue, with an addictive little
metal ball that existed for the sole purpose of driving him crazy.
“Are you done analyzing me? I kinda want to leave this airport today,” Yuri
asked as he cocked his head a bit to the side, reaching for Otabek’s strong
hand to hold with his own. “I’ll drive, we can get some sushi for dinner, take
a long bath together and I’ll spoil you with a bit of my special massages.
Maybe you’ll even get lucky. How does that sound? Because just so you know,
I’ve had some serious Beka withdrawal, and because of that you’re strictly
forbidden from leaving me again for so long”.
That brought Otabek back from his thoughts and away from some delicious mental
images, and he knew there was nothing to do but nod at his boyfriend and reach
for his soft hand, laughing softly at the… unique ways of his lover. “Let me
just get my suitcase, okay? Then you can kidnap me anywhere and do whatever you
want to with me,” the older man offered in exchange, getting the mentioned
luggage all ready in a moment. Everything could get done perfectly if the
reward was to spend more time with his lover, he decided; even more after
missing him for over a week.
Luckily his torture had now ended.
Chapter End Notes
     So, we get some Mila, and soon some Viktor!
     What did you think of this chapter? Let me know!
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     So... who wants an intense chapter?!
     It's my birthday, so here we go!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“You know, I’ve been thinking lately,” Otabek commented one day, out of
nowhere, as he and Yuri had lunch together. It was one of those days when the
classes ended earlier than usual for some project, so the younger man had
decided to prepare some nice food and head over to the man’s office. One of the
great side perks of dating the man at the top of the business chain and being
in the open with their relationship, was that everyone knew him and he always
got easy access to his office, as long as he wasn’t interrupting a meeting or
something important.
Right now, his rock-style choice of clothes and the new hair were the newest
gossip in the building, but Yuri felt more confident and also attractive for
his man, he knew he was, and that was all that mattered. Nevermind the big bag
filled with sandwiches, salad, drinks, sweets and chips, of course.
“Huh? About what? Something other than work, hopefully,” the younger man asked
without looking up from his own meal, at least for a moment. When he didn’t
hear an immediate reply, though, he did look up, finding Otabek’s eyes on him,
food aside for once. Despite the man being sometimes quiet in nature, it wasn’t
like him to start a conversation and then suddenly stop it. “Beka? Is
everything okay?” he asked, now confused and nervous by the sudden change in
his lover. Had he found out about the phone calls? Was he going to break up
with him?
“Yeah, t’s okay, it’s just that… I’m thinking that it’s time for us to move on
to bigger, different things in our lives. The way we’re going now just doesn’t
feel like it’s enough anymore, you know what I mean? I feel like it’s time for
a change from and try something new, after being years together…” Otabek asked,
while reaching for some napkins to clean his hands and mouth from the crumbs.
He looked serious about this. Very serious.
Yuri was sure he went white as a sheet, beyond pale.
‘Oh God, here it comes…He knows, he’s gonna break up with me…I knew it…’
“Look Yura…. I’m obviously not getting any younger, and we’ve been together for
years now, so…” Otabek spoke, reaching for his boyfriend’s trembling hand. He
felt it colder than usual, and shaking a bit. He chuckled. “I think it’s time
we start planning for a wedding, and to begin a family… I’d really love to have
one with you, I’m sure we’d be great parents; you have far too much love to
give. Would you want to? I know it’s a lot to ask…, especially the family
thing, I’d like kids that are ours, but I know it’s a though process,” he told,
now looking slightly unsure. The man knew that he was asking a lot, for wanting
Yuri to go through a long, expensive procedure so they could have children
together. But he was willing to pay for it and take care of it all, if it meant
them having their life together, as long as his Yura wanted it. He played
nervously with his lip as he waited for a reaction, an answer, anything.
Soon he had an armful of Plisetsky and a pair of glossy, enthusiastic lips
pressing onto his. There was the vage recognition that something spilled on the
table, but there was no way Otabek would complain and stop this moment as he
kissed Yuri back with the same devotion he was feeling from him. He sure did
complain, actually whined when those perfect lips parted from his, and he got a
punch on his arm. “Ouch! What the hell is that for?” he asked, completely
confused as he stared at Yuri’s face, trying to figure out what had just
happened.
“You fucking idiot, almost gave me a heart attack! I honest to God thought you
were going to break up with me!” Yuri whined, pulling Otabek for another quick,
yet passionate kiss. “Of course I’m going to marry you, asshole,” he told
between kisses, while feeling the strong hands of his lover sneaking under his
shirt. “And Hell yes you’re going to be the father of my kids,” he groaned a
little in pleasure, kissing the man some more before pulling away. “And you
better get me an amazing ring to show off, mister,” he finally finished his
answer, with a teasing, yet loving smile on his face.
Lunch became much less important that day.
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´Meet me, unless you want that pimp of yours to know what kind of whore he’s
keeping under his roof.´ The message read as Yuri turned to look at his phone
during a small recess between classes. The sheer threat in it made him sick,
knowing full well who had written it. And he also knew how serious those
threats could be. That scared him even more.
This time, he walked out to the patio, to some clear area between trees where
he was sure he wouldn’t be seen, or heard, and dialed the number he
unfortunately knew by heart. The heels of his boots dug in the ground as he
paced back and forth, nervous and praying for strength. Hell, he wasn’t even
religious enough to pray!
He just had to wait for two rings before the person on the other side of the
line picked up.
“Who the Hell do you think you are? You can’t just come like this and think
I’ll run over towards you, I won’t! A-and threatening me? Are you crazy?!” Yuri
spoke as soon as Marcus picked up. He couldn’t believe he was doing this,
actually contacting the man from his nightmares, but he was feeling so…
stressed, worried, furious, anxious… no word seemed to do justice at the
moment.
‘Boy, what a nice surprise to hear your voice! Now say my name, you used to
love doing it, while I fucked you,’ Marcus’ deeper voice spoke through the
speaker, the older man smirking as he walked around an empty building, pointing
things out and looking around. ‘I don’t get why you get so upset, it isn’t my
fault that you were always such an… eager student when you were with me,’ he
couldn’t help saying, smirking at the old times.
“Oh, fuck off! I was a child and you took advantage of me! You’re a-a heartless
bastard, stay away from me!” Yuri cursed, stepping away some more, afraid that
someone he knew could hear him. To have someone else know his secret was the
last thing he needed right now.
‘You forget your place, boy… when I left, I told you that you were mine and
that I’d come back. I’m just fulfilling my promise, as it’s supposed to be. You
belong to me, remember the mark on your neck? The one you got for me? Because
you’re my damned property,’ Marcus hissed, now more arrogant, and starting to
get angry as he stepped out and onto the street. Much better reception there.
Yuri wanted to cry and scream, though. He had told Otabek that the tattoo on
his neck was just a dumb sign he saw on a magazine when he was younger. He
never told the man that it was Marcus’ personal brand for him; he felt
disgusted with it in his body, now. He was considering getting a cover, but
that implied talking to Otabek... He hated himself for being a coward, knowing
that he wasn’t so good a liar, and there was a limit to what he could get away
with. The tattoo wasn’t as important as other things. “I-I’m not your property,
I’m a human being and I deserve a love and respect that you can’t give me. That
someone else gives me unconditionally, not just when my ass is tight and my
mouth is wet. I despise the day I met you, the day I let myself fall in love
with you. I don’t ever want to see you again, stop calling me and sending me
messages.”
Marcus’ sardonic laugh came through the speaker. ‘You little bitch… did I ask
you if you want to meet me or not? It’s not a fucking question, it’s me telling
you what to do if you know what’s good for you and that idiotic life you’re
playing to have. You’re my fucking property, always have been, always will be,’
he told, getting angry now. ‘Or do you want your darling attempt of fucktoy to
know all about you? I’m sure you’ve kept some nice secrets from him.’
Yuri’s heart stopped beating.
“W-What do you mean?” Yuri asked in a much lower voice, now holding the phone
tightly as his body rested against a tree. Without that support, he was sure
he’d fall to the floor, on his knees. His legs were too weak to hold him right
now, and he knew exactly what was going to happen.
The man on the other side of the line laughed. What a wonderful thing. After
all these years, he still had control over this younger person, and he loved
it. It was just like the good old times. He took a slow drag from his
cigarette. ‘I mean that I know you’re a lying little shit. If he so loved you
as you claim, you would’ve told him about your past, and wouldn’t be so scared
of him finding out. If you are so afraid, there’s only one reason, and that is
that you little fucker know he’d leave you as soon as he’d learn what kind of
whore you really are. And I’ll take care of that very soon.’
“I… you can’t do that,” Yuri’s voice lost all its strength in that same moment.
Marcus still knew him so well, and apparently knew his biggest fear, too.
“Otabek will…”
‘Oh, I can’t? I still have some pictures and letters, you know? Those that you
sent me all the time? And the videos we made together, such jewels from those
days, and in such a good quality! I knew my camera was a good investment. He’d
believe all of that, and it would be so easy. And guess what? He’ll dump you as
fast as possible then, because he’s not a man that tolerates a lie, and you
gave the biggest one, yourself. Your darling Otabek Altin isn’t a knight in
shining armor, he will be gone very soon and you’ll come back to where you
belong, boy.’
“You don’t know Otabek, and you don’t know me anymore. Stay away from us!” Yuri
almost yelled on the phone, angered, before finally ending the call, right
before Marcus could get a chance to speak once again. He was as scared as ever,
trembling and sure that his nerves wouldn’t work correctly again for quite a
while after this. He had no idea where that outburst came from, but he was sure
he was going to pay for it one way or another. Starting to sob, he let the
phone fall from his grasp, leaning against the tree as he slid down to the
floor. His heart ached with despair and the full realization of what this call
had just meant: Marcus had him completely under his control, again. All these
years trying to pull away from his claws and the pain they brought, and now
because of his stupidity, he was threatened again, unable to escape the man’s
sadistic madness. All he had, was something he could lose so easily.
He really could lose Otabek.
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***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Well damn, this took me longer than expected, I'm so sorry!
     This chapter was harder to write, because of the content and because
     of life being difficult. However, we finally get some Viktor here,
     and a new step in the story!
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“Hey, Vitya! Old man!” Yuri grinned at the airport and held Otabek’s hand a
little harder as he spotted his half-brother coming towards them from the
aisle, carrying a suitcase. Regardless of any attitude, he did love that guy
even if he called him asshole most of the times, and was excited to see him
after so long. Unable to contain the excitement, he pulled his lover’s hand
towards the gate, as close as they could get, before finally letting go and
hurrying to hug the other man as soon as he saw him, unable to contain himself
for another moment. Plus, it’s not like he took that chance to run to someone
arms’ so easily; just Beka, Mila sometimes, Viktor, and his grandfather when he
was around.
At first look, no one would guess that Yuri Plisetsky and Viktor Nikiforov had
such a close family link, they were just too different, not only in the
physical way but the whole personality too; while they were both blessed with
long limbs, thin yet build figure, fair skin and soft shiny hair, Viktor was
more of a diva with a booming, exaggerated and silly personality, tall as one
could possibly be with silver hair, a huge smile that sometimes seemed like a
big heart, dramatic gestures and matching always trendy clothes. Yuri was still
moody, sometimes aggressive, dressed like a punk with an animal print fetish
and kept affections to a minimum. However, even if their styles or their looks
could be different, deep underneath they had the same kindness, the same warmth
in their different colored eyes and the same care for the people around them
and close to them. Their similarities went more to their minds and hearts than
looks, even if Yuri would deny it when asked; Yuri had more of his mother’s
feminine appearance, while Viktor had his mother’s body and his own father’s
eyes and extravagant personality.
Definitely too different.
“Yuuuuuriiiiooooooo! How’s my little baby brother doing? Oh, it’s been too long
since I saw you last! Stop getting so tall, are you trying to reach for me? Or
the high cabinets?” Viktor grinned as he was quickly hugged by the younger man
and released. “Damn, why are you still so bony? That sugar daddy of yours isn’t
feeding you well? Or is he only feeding you something else?” He teased, a smile
on his face as a contemplative finger rested over his bottom lip. Sure enough
Viktor loved that boy who he almost never had the chance to see, and sure he
had missed him, but there was no way in Hell that he’d miss a chance on messing
with him. It was the base of their relationship.
Otabek, who had already reached the two smiling men, chuckled and hit Viktor in
the arm, not too hard. It had taken a while for him to feel comfortable with
the man’s personality, but they had reached a point of camaraderie that was
okay, now. “I don’t mind being a sugar daddy for this cutie, and feed him
anything he may want, but if we’re going to talk about our amazing sex life and
the kinky stuff we do in every inch of the house and the car and my bike and
the pool, at least wait until we get home?” he offered, reaching for his
lover’s hand and keeping a ridiculously suave attitude, face calm despite what
he had just said as he started walking away from the small crowd. “And since
I’m such a good man, I’ll even show you the toys my Yuri here likes the most
when we play; maybe you’d like them too, seeing as you share some genes and
stuff,” he joked once more, all in good nature.
He turned around to face a very embarrassed, blushing Yuri, and a smirking
Viktor.
“Beka, he doesn’t really…” Yuri couldn’t even speak coherently right now,
embarrassed as he was. And more than a little turned on, too. People all around
them were looking at them weirdly after what his lover had said, but even he
found it hard to explain himself more clearly. Even more because when he tried
to speak again, he found himself being pulled until his lips crashed against
Otabek’s in a delicious, toe-curling kiss that stole his mind in seconds.
“Okay, he’s got you smitten, whipped and trained,” Viktor smirked at the
display of affection in front of him. In truth, despite the obvious sexual
jokes and the teasing, he liked seeing his little brother all head over heels
for this man that was clearly good for him. He knew part of what Yuri had
suffered when they were younger, and knew that he deserved some happiness in
his life. He was pretty sure he heard his little brother whimper a little at
the kiss. “Hey, is it going to be like this all the time? I don’t mind the PDA,
but if you’re going to be humping everywhere, I’ll need someone of my own
soon,” he broke the moment, subtle as always.
And Yuri smirked in revenge as he leaned over Otabek’s strong body, happily,
starting to walk again now more calmly, while a hand moved towards the back
pocket of his pants, and his ass. “Who do you want to fool, old man? You
brought your date with you! Need us to stop at any store so you can buy some
more lotion for your hand?” he teased, grinning, as they started walking again
towards the parking lot. “I can see you’ve developed more muscle in your
arms... doesn’t Lefty get jealous when you switch for your version of Mr.
Right?”
Otabek’s loud and free burst of laughter interrupted whatever comment Viktor
could’ve said to that. Okay, so far it had been a good idea to agree on letting
the silver-haired man come visit and even stay with them. He was sure that to
have him at their home would be an… interesting experience.
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“Yura, I’m leaving! Try to not let your brother wreck havoc in our home, or
I’ll kick him out!” Otabek called as he reached for his messenger bag with
whatever he could need for a meeting he had with a potential client. Days had
gone by since Viktor arrived and, though complicated, he was getting used to
the presence of someone else in the house. To be honest, Viktor was easy-going
and a fun guy to have around; maybe a little awkward at times, for Yuri felt
sometimes too conscious about his presence when Otabek tried to start something
intimate with him, although in other times he seemed to be going at it like
with a vengeance, but the man was willing to deal with it, because in the end,
having Viktor around made Yuri smile, and that made everything worth it. Plus,
savage sex was awesome, even if it was slowly leaving him dry.
“Nothing his own credit card can’t pay back!” Yuri grinned from the top of the
stairs, as he tried to fix his hair from the knots, and at the same time trying
to wave his lover goodbye. Sure it was understandable to have it a mess when
his hair was long, but now? Now it was just ridiculous. He had receiver a
message earlier today from a classmate informing him that their class was
cancelled because the professor felt too sick to teach, so now he had a free
day that he planned to fully take advantage of.
He had called a specialized clinic and managed an appointment for that same day
thanks to a random cancellation the previous day. Seeing as he already had the
ring on his finger (an elegant gold ring with a squared diamond surrounded by
small emeralds because apparently they shone so bright and ’They reminded me of
your eyes, Yura’; Yuri still couldn’t find out how much it had cost Otabek to
get it), and knowing what he and Otabek wanted, he was going to start the new
fertility treatment at the private clinic. As weird as it could be to get used
to the idea that his body would be sliiiightly modified so he could bear
children, he was strangely excited. He knew he was doing the right thing this
time, and that this time it was real love. The fairytale kind of love.
Plus, reluctant as he was, he knew it would be a nice chance for him to have a
good brotherly talk with Viktor; he had a lot to think about, and needed
another point of view. Viktor was the only one who knew about Marcus’
existence, even though absolutely no one knew what he had gone through with
him, the full extent of their bizarre and dark relationship. But he knew that
Viktor never liked the older man, that was for sure. He was beyond stressed,
just thinking about having that talk.
“C’mon old man, promise we can do whatever you want afterwards! Some brother
bonding shit or whatever!” Yuri knocked on his brother’s door, hoping the man
was already up and getting ready. If there was something his ridiculous brother
couldn’t resist, was chessy emotion stuff, so Yuri went for it. He laughed when
the door opened and lamented not having his phone camera ready on time, with
him. A grunting Viktor with only his polka dot pajama pants on and a hairbrush
in hand was looking at him with a look that said ‘murder’ in it. His normally
silky and straight, soft silver hair looked like a pair of chickens had fought
for their nest in it.
“Don’t you even think for a second that I’ll leave this place before my hair is
as perfect and gorgeous as it should be, nor before I have some coffee and look
fabulous, you hear me?” the man half threatened, although all in good nature.
As much as he hated being woken up, he really wanted to spend some quality time
with Yuri, sort of a way to make up for the lost time. In truth, he had always
felt guilty for not being there for him as much as he wanted, and as much as he
knew Yuri really needed him.
“Don’t be such a whiny baby, I’ll buy you some, okay?” Yuri dismissed, turning
around and heading for the master bedroom, the one he shared with Otabek. He
felt nervous and excited for today, having a weird feeling. He knew that today
was going to be one weird event after another, but he was only sure of one.
Well, he’d see how it went and play accord to it.
“Says the future bridezilla who’s getting knocked up!” Viktor retorted, before
walking back to his bedroom and to his hair care. Somehow it felt too surreal
to think he was going to become an uncle, and not by the adoption way, but if
this was what Yuri really wanted, he could only be there to support him. He
still hadn’t told his little brother of his own plans, not yet. Chuckling, he
got ready for the day that was waiting for him.
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“Yuri Plisetsky? Please, through door number 5, Dr. Fritz is already expecting
you,” A young nurse lead the blonde haired young man through the clinic aisle,
noticing that another person was following. She stopped in front of the door
mentioned previously, still closed, with a few files safely in her arms. She
turned to look at the taller guy next to who she now knew was the patient.
“Excuse me, are you the patient’s partner? This is one very delicate issue and
we can’t allow in anyone who’s not directly related to the patient,” she
explained, polite but careful still.
“Umm… he’s my brother. The future father of my baby is working hard to give us
a nice life and couldn’t join, so he’s my company for today. I promise it’s
okay for him to come in with me, he’s my… safety net, if you want to call it
that way. I’m really nervous, and I need him here with me,” Yuri explained,
keeping his position on the subject, although embarrassed for the things he was
admitting out loud; it wasn’t like him to do that. But he really didn’t want to
go in there alone, so he made himself sounds as he felt, while picking on the
sleeve of his jacket. “Let him come in with me, please? It’s the only time, my
husband will come with me to the next appointments, you can be sure of that.”
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“Okay, so let me get this straight… You have to get shots every week for the
next 4 months, in the same spot at the same exact hour, plus take those pills
daily, and still when you get knocked up, you’ll grow like a whale so they can
get you cut open like a piece of meat? What the hell? Are you really sure this
is what you want, Yurio?” Viktor asked, unbelieving, as Yuri calmly signed some
forms next to him, all so he could start the hormonal and biological treatment
that would allow him in a future to bear with children. “You know I support you
and all that but… you do know that there’s this process called adoption, or
another one about renting a female’s uterus, right? They’re less… bloody,” he
commented with a raised eyebrow, looking around the place. Surely they weren’t
the only ones there, but he felt like the only one who thought that way.
“Because I want this child or children to be both Beka’s and mine? Because I’m
out of my mind and want to go through with it?” Yuri rolled eyes, handing over
the forms to the same nurse from before and receiving a package with the pills
he’d have to start taking that same day. He was excited to show Otabek what he
had done, while at the same time hoping the man wouldn’t get mad at him for
going. He wanted to surprise him! “I don’t even know why you freak out so much.
I mean, it’s not like you’re the one getting into this in any way, just maybe
perhaps if I’m in a good mood you’ll be the awkward uncle who’s going to drop
by to bring presents and stuff. And they better be good presents for all of us,
not just my awesome baby,” he finally commented, walking out of the building
with his half brother by his side.
“Brat,” Viktor chuckled, looking fondly at the young man next to him. There was
no point in denying what had been said, because he already knew that, indeed,
he’d be that kind of uncle. He wanted to be the cool uncle who was there for
his family and who they could count on.
“Whatever. C’mon, let’s go for some food, I’ll pay, and we can chat some. There
are a few things I… yeah, when we get seated somewhere,” Yuri commented,
avoiding looking at Viktor as they walked and shoving his hands in his pockets.
He needed to think fast on a good place for them to go, where no one would
recognize him and where they could have privacy.
They soon found a nice place to eat and chat.
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“Vitya… can I tell you something? I mean, something that even Beka doesn’t
know? And you won’t tell?” Yuri’s timid, almost afraid voice spoke after some
silence, as the young man held his cup of tea on the table, avoiding any kind
of eye contact. This was hard enough to do, already, and to be honest he still
wasn’t sure about this.
Taking his eyes off the adorable dog across the street that he had been
admiring from his seat, Viktor turned to look at his brother, surprised to hear
him so… mellow and subdued. Hadn’t they been chatting and messing with each
other just a little while ago? Taking a sip of his own drink, he guessed that
whatever Yuri had to talk to him about, it would probably be something serious.
“Absolutely. You know that my lips are sealed, unless demanded otherwise… or if
I get death threatened… or if my Yuuri asks…or if my hair is at risk,” he
commented, trying to be funny, but frowning when he got nothing but a small
noise from his small brother. This wasn’t good, at all. “Okay, shoot. What is
it that you can’t talk about with Mr. Perfect Altin?”
Sighing, and knowing that there would probably be no other time other than this
one, Yuri took a deep breath before finally speaking. “You remember how when I
was younger… I wasn’t popular or liked, right? A-and not many people paid
attention to me,” he started, frowning. He felt somewhat wrong with just the
thought of his previous life. “A-and you also remember I had one boyfriend,
older than me? The only one before Otabek?”
Viktor’s whole facial expression now changed. “That idiot. Never liked him,
Yuri, never knew why you stayed with him. You were always so much better than
him, I pretty much danced when you told me you two were over. I mean, I hated
that you were so broken about it, but he didn’t deserve you,” the brunette
told, remembering those times. Of course he remembered that fucker, damn
perverted old man going after little Yuri and his innocence.
“Yeah… but what if he had come back?” Yuri tried to put a rhetorical question
out there, still worried about telling his current situation. “I-if he tried
connecting with me again?” it was weird to see the fierce, brass and rude Yuri
being so insecure nowadays, but this was something that really affected him.
And no one knew the extent of the damage inside him.
“You’re shitting me, right? That fucker is here?” Viktor now hissed, cursing
even when it was something he very rarely did. Suddenly Yuri’s attitude made
sense, the way he went silent at times, the way that fake smile would appear on
his lips and how he kept glancing at his phone at all times. Shit.
This time, hearing it out loud, made Yuri whimper and clutch his tea tighter,
wishing he could wake up right now. He regretted having cut his hair, because
that meant he got rid of his natural wall of protection. He had nowhere to hide
now. And hearing Viktor already throwing insults…well, he knew that this was
not going to go very well. Finally, he exhaled and nodded. Just a little, but
enough for it to be noticed. “H-he… Marcus wants me to meet him, a-and to go
back with him…”
“Where is he? I’ll break his fucking face,” Viktor growled, already looking
around. Of course, there was no sight of the mentioned man, but that didn’t
lessen the anger he felt in the least. “That old fucktard is insane if he
thinks you’d ever go back to him. I mean, does he think he can boss you around?
What the fuck?”
When his angry rambling was met only by silence, the man finally looked at his
half brother, really looked at him, watched the way he fidgeted in his seat
like wishing he could just disappear from there, and from the world, how his
skin seemed paler, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. This was not good, not at
all. “Yuri? You’re not really considering it, right? I mean, you and Otabek
just got engaged, you’re going through the fertilization whatever treatment…”
“It’s not like I have much of a choice,” Yuri mumbled, trying to avoid Viktor’s
blue eyes looking at him for as long as he could. Right now, he didn’t feel
like talking anymore, even though he had been the one that took the initiative.
He wanted to escape from the problem, not remember it. Right now, he felt like
he couldn’t even breathe well. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” he told
quietly, leaving his now empty tea mug alone and crossing his arms over his
chest, hiding his hands inside the long sleeves of his shirt. It was something
he used to do, long ago.
“Whoa, hold on. You can’t just tell me that and expect me not to worry, we need
to talk this shit over, Yurio,” Viktor frowned. He may not be a therapist, but
he recognized clearly the defense mechanism that his brother was trying to put
on him right now. And he couldn’t let him, because in the end it would just be
worse. Worse for everyone. “Yurio?” he tried getting his brother’s attention
once more when he got no response the first time. “What do you mean when you
say you have no choice? You’re not together anymore, haven’t been for years.”
“I… He’s gonna break me and Otabek up… He’s going to ruin everything, because
he knows,” Yuri whimpered a little. He hated feeling so helpless, feeling like
his life was running out from his hands, and he had no control of it anymore.
But this time, it was all his fault, and deep down a scared voice kept
repeating how afraid he was, and a stronger, male voice from a memory, reminded
him again and again how this was all his fault. Of course. “I don’t want to
lose Beka…”
“He knows? What does he know?” This time it was Viktor’s turn to frown,
confused. Seemed like little Yuri had kept a lot from him all these years, and
as much as he wanted to help, he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know what
his brother had gone through. Well he didn’t want to, but knew he needed to
know. He was sure that it was pretty bad, and that he had failed on keeping him
safe, like a brother should. And that hurt like a stab to his heart; he had
failed Yuri when he left him alone.
“Can-can we go somewhere else? Please?” Yuri asked, looking around and feeling
very uneasy in the small café they were at the moment. He could feel the eyes
on him, hear the gossiping words all around them, feel the expectation of the
people wanting to hear the disaster he had made of his life. It was too much
for him. He hid a bit more in his seat, seeming smaller and defenseless now.
Finally, Viktor decided to give in to this one request from the golden haired
young man. The whole place felt now with a tense atmosphere around them, so
unlike the moment when they had come in. Maybe being outside and breathing
fresh air would help? “Okay. Stay here, I’ll go pay for the drinks and we can
leave. Don’t move from that chair until I get back here.”
It took about 5 or 10 minutes for him to leave the table, pay and come back,
but it had been enough for Yuri to start crumbling already. The phone turned
upside down and in front of him was a bit of a clue for Viktor, who knew that
it wasn’t there a moment ago, and most of all that knew his little brother
wouldn’t let that device away from his hands. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. We
can walk some or go somewhere, but you’re going to tell me what the hell is
going on, sooner or later, even if I have to get it out of you with alcohol or
some other shit.”
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***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Angst, but finally Yuri admits some of the truth to someone!
     Enjoy, I guess?
“Okay, Now you’re gonna tell me what this weird stuff is all about? What does
Marcus want with you and what the hell do you mean when saying that he’s gonna
split you two lovebirds apart? What does he know, Yurio?” Viktor started the
questions once more as both brothers reached a desolated park nearby. There was
no one there, which worked great for the discussion of such delicate topics.
“You’ve never done--” Viktor’s words were interrupted by Yuri’s soft, sad
voice.
“You know what Beka thinks about liars?” Yuri asked softly, looking somewhere
else, not giving even a little glance at the man next to him. At any other time
he’d be imagining his future family spending a nice day out there, but not
today. After moments of silence, he continued, while still not looking at his
brother. “He despises lies. He hates people who lie, he’s pretty much disgusted
by them. He lives with honesty and wants honesty from the people he’s with,” he
commented in an almost monotone voice. It took a trained ear to recognize the
slight hurt hidden inside the words and the silence.
“Ummm… so, Marcus knows you lied?” Viktor had to ask, just to make sure he put
together correctly the pieces of information that Yuri had given him so far.
“Well that isn’t so bad, everybody tells a little lie every once in a while;
just tell him, I’m sure Otabek will understand and forgive you. It’s not like
you killed someone or anything like that,” he tried offering some good advice,
not sure if it was the right thing to do now. He didn’t want to sound heartless
or condescending, but from the looks of it, he already had.
Yuri took a seat on the grass, hugging his knees in a protective manner. “You
don’t get it, Viktor. This is bad, like really really fucking bad,” he told,
knowing that even if his brother was quiet, he was still listening to him. “I
lied to Otabek about who I am. All these years, Beka has been loving a lie, and
Marcus knows the truth… He’s going to tell him and break us apart. I don’t
deserve Otabek, and he knows it.” As he spoke, Yuri felt a knot on his throat,
he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and felt how his voice broke. He wanted to
disappear from the world and this pain that was pressing his chest, making it
so hard to breathe.
More confused than ever, Viktor carefully sat down next to his blonde
companion. He had a feeling that this was definitely something eating Yuri from
the inside, and his little brother was reaching the breaking point. “What is it
that Otabek doesn’t know, Yuri? What did you lie to him about? It can’t really
have been that bad.”
Yuri hid himself a little more, his arms tightening around his legs. His voice
was so small, it was almost impossible to hear. “ItoldhimIwasavirgin,” he
mumbled, ashamed. This was far more than he had ever told anyone. “I…” he knew
he’d have to explain himself now. “When I met Otabek and we started dating, he
asked me about boyfriends and my, umm, experience in relationships. I was so
scared from him hurting me like Marcus did, that I said I had never been in a
relationship, that I was a virgin and waiting for the right person,” he told,
remembering the moment and that being followed by the one of their first times
together, caring and gentle. The way he always imagined it should be.
Viktor’s jaw clenched in pure anger. Just how much had this Marcus guy really
hurt his little brother, that he had been forced to lie about it? He felt so
helpless and resentful at the same time, but right now all he could do was
listen to the explanations, and try to understand. Revenge could come later;
and he’d make sure of it. “So… you were not a virgin when you got together with
Otabek?” he asked, just to be sure.
“There are things you can do that not necessarily take your virginity, a-and,
Marcus always…” Yuri tried to excuse himself, ashamed not of having had a
previous life, but for lying to the people he cared about the most. And
admitting what he had been through, for the first time in his life, was
horrible. “B-Beka was amazed, because he said he was glad he finally found
someone who respected himself enough, a-and that he didn’t… he said he’d never
push me, a-and treat me right, and he fulfilled his promise. His promise to a
horrible, lying attempt of person,” the younger man told, hiding his tear
stained face. He felt disgusted with himself. “I-I was…”
Viktor was at a loss. He had never expected to hear something like this, not
from Yuri. His confident, explosive and prideful Yuri. And somehow he knew that
this wasn’t all, that there was a lot more that Yuri was still keeping from
him, from everyone. But he needed to get all pieces of the puzzle first before
trying to help. “Ummm… but Otabek and you have been active with each other for
a while now, right? Didn’t he ever suspect that you weren’t…? That you’ve had
done stuff before? I mean, he’s an older man, I’m sure he’s had more experience
and noticed something?”
Never before did Viktor think that he’d find himself talking with his brother,
in a serious matter in the middle of the day, about his sex life. Well, life
could be weirder, he guessed.
“If he noticed, he never mentioned anything,” Yuri admitted after a moment of
silence. Again, his voice sounded monotone, which scared Viktor a little. “I-
I think I was so afraid of having sex again, that he just though I was a
nervous virgin… he’s never asked about my scars, either,” he finally admitted,
awkwardly. He was probably saying too much.
“Scars?” Viktor frowned, feeling another part of his heart breaking for his
little brother and what he had suffered. This was just getting better and
better, wasn’t it? What the fuck had Yuri gotten himself into, back in those
days?
“I… Marcus liked playing rough sometimes. I try to cover them always, because
they’re in such… hidden areas. I mean, my underwear is mostly enough, a-and
it’s not like Otabek is looking over there, okay? When he goes down I dim or
turn off the lights… A-and sometimes make up works great,” Yuri explained
himself without really telling much, and he knew that, but these were dark
parts of his life that he hated, and the less people knew about, the better.
“That bastard…” Viktor’s voice spit venom as he heard his brother’s words. How
the fuck had everything gotten so out of hand without him ever knowing
anything? What kind of brother was he? Then he glanced at his Yuri, so sad and
broken next to him, and chose to focus on the biggest problem at hand, then
take care of the rest. “So… Otabek thinks you were a virgin, and Marcus knows
you were not. Let me guess, he wants to tell? It’s his word against yours,
Yurio. Otabek loves you, and the other guy is a complete no one, why would he
choose to believe him over you?”
Yuri’s sob came out before his words did. A fist found its way harshly to the
ground, tight and trembling. “I… there are letters, a-and pictures, and videos…
they’re horrible, a-and he has it all, he kept it all this fucking time, and
he’s going to send them all to Otabek unless I meet him, a-and…” this time
angry tears met the heartbreaking sobs as Yuri admitted the real truth, what
was really scaring him the most. Because he knew it was a real possibility.
“Wait, what?” Had it been possible, Viktor’s jaw would’ve met the floor like in
one of those cartoons he and Yuri used to watch sometimes when they were kids
and were together for a weekend or something. He couldn’t have heard correctly.
Yuri was smart, he would never… but then again, his little brother looked so
broken, so crushed. He knew this was no joke, as much as he wished for it to
be. “What tapes? What kind of pictures, and letters?” he asked, even though he
hated doing so. He had the feeling that Yuri needed to admit it to someone,
because the guilt from such things for so many years must’ve been killing him
inside. And for once, his air-headed attitude could play in his favor, acting
as if he didn’t understand so his brother could say it out loud. As much as it
would hurt him to do so.
Yuri’s pained and angered groan was enough to scare the older man. As much as
he had known in the past about Yuri’s volatile character, but this was
different. “For fuck’s sake, do I have to spell it out for you?! He made me do
things, Vitya… he recorded them, he took pictures, and always made me write to
him about how I loved being dominated by him, how I loved him and how I’d do
anything, let him do anything to me because I loved him so much,” the golden
haired man admitted while clenching his hands into fists, ignoring the pain as
his nails pressed into the palm of his hands like claws, ready to puncture the
skin and draw blood. The tears ran now freely down his cheeks, while his spirit
seemed to vanish once more. “He has them all, and he’s going to send them to
Otabek unless I meet him and go with him… he’s done so much damage to me, and
now he wants to do more, he wants to hurt Beka… I can’t let Otabek know, can’t
break him like that…I c-can’t!”
Viktor’s heart broke for his brother. It shattered because he knew that his
brother deserved happiness probably more than anyone else in this world, and
all he had received so far were heartaches, problems, and more pain than anyone
should get. And apparently that bastard Marcus had gotten nothing but a good
laugh out of it, paired with the sick pleasure of actually breaking someone and
tearing couples apart. It disgusted him. Carefully, he reached for his brother,
offering a protective, slightly awkward hug. And he got an armful of sobbing
Yuri to hold.
This was not how he imagined the day would be.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     And here we can see Viktor being... well, he had good intentions.
     Someone found out... something!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“You’ve been quiet lately, look a little pale, too,” Otabek commented at lunch,
taking a bite of his seasoned chicken breast as he looked at his fiancée,
missing the flash of shock and worry on Viktor’s face, but not the way Yuri
held his fork tighter, the food on his plate almost untouched. Weird, because
it was one of his favorite dishes. “What’s going on? Are you feeling sick? You
haven’t touched your food,” he asked softly, now watching as Viktor stood up
from the table, rolling eyes at him, or at them. Was there something wrong in
being worried about his lover’s appetite and health?
Internally, Viktor wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation, but
he knew he couldn’t, or Yuri would kill him with his ice skates, lovingly named
knife shoes. Plus, his explosive anger and bony limbs were mortal weapons, and
the kid was skinny and fast. To be fair, he just couldn’t believe that Otabek
really had no clue about anything that was going on; there were two options: 1)
Yuri was exceptionally good at hiding things, or 2) Otabek was so devoted and
whipped by his love for Yuri, that he became completely dense and blind to
other things. He suspected it was more than a bit of both.
Grabbing a small bottle of pills from a cabinet, and without thinking too much
on his actions, he placed it next to Yuri before picking up his plate,
silverware and empty wine glass as he ignored Otabek’s confused look and Yuri’s
deathly glare directed fiercely at him. Oh, this was not sitting well with him…
“C’mon, it’s been what? A week? Tell him already, before you two start whining
like sad puppies, I can’t stand it another day,” he told, giving no room for
backing out now and knowing that his little brother would understand exactly
what he’s talking about.
He knew it because the infamous pout made an appearance, paired with the
resignation that there was no going back from this, he was going to have to
tell his lover. “I wanted to make it special, I was planning something,” Yuri
defended himself, sticking his tongue out at his brother and flipping him as he
watched him walk away. Still, he reached for the small white container and
snatched it before Otabek could get it, trying to ignore the way the man
frowned at him, knowing that this was not the way they did things, and knowing
that it could go two ways. Still, he knew that the questions were now
inevitable.
It was safe to say he was starting to freak out, inside.
“Yura? What’s going on, really? I’m getting worried,” Otabek finally asked
directly, pushing his plate aside, food forgotten for now. It wasn’t that
important anyway, at least not for him. Clearly, Yuri needed to eat more than
he did. “What are those pills for?” He tried a softer voice this time, hoping
that it would give his fiancé more confidence to open up and talk to him. This
communication thing had been an ongoing thing in the past, that he honestly
thought they were already over. When he saw Viktor was out of range, he also
reached for his hand. It felt a bit cold. “You know you can tell me anything,
love.”
For a second, Yuri considered confessing everything, but he knew he couldn’t.
His own fear stopped him, it paralyzed him and made him break into shivers and
cold sweat; he couldn’t handle the truth, let alone telling Otabek Altin about
it. And really, Beka was asking about the pills, right? So that’s what he had
to speak about… He swallowed a little, feeling actually a little stronger with
the strong, manly hand holding him like that, with such care. “I… I did
something behind your back. Something we were supposed to do together?”
Yuri’s words made Otabek frown, but the older man said no word, just held his
hand a little tighter, a little closer. He knew he wasn’t overly expressive,
but there was no way he could hide his reactions right now. However, if he knew
Yuri as well as he thought he did, then he knew that throwing questions at him
right now, interrupting his train of thoughts with demands of explanations and
answers, would do nothing but freeze him over, and make the guy recoil in
anxiety and nerves, which in the end would only make things harder on both of
them. No, he had to be patient with Yuri, who was so strong and yet so fragile,
like a kitten that needs to learn to trust the gentle, helping hand, forgetting
the strong fangs and sharp claws he owns.
“I wanted to surprise you, I was planning on how to tell you, and then there
didn’t seem to be a right time…I’m sorry… I went out with Viktor a few days ago
and managed to book an appointment,” Yuri finally started speaking in a soft
voice, after such silence that a falling pin could’ve been heard, such tension
that could’ve been cut with a knife. He sighed and held onto Otabek’s hand with
both of his, hoping that the man wouldn’t get mad at him. Nervous, he looked at
him straight in the eyes. “I started the treatment. I started the treatment so
that when we get married and decide to start a family, I’ll be ready,” he
finally admitted, anxious to see the man’s reaction.
Yuri’s heart stopped for a second, one that felt like hours, as Otabek stared
at him in shock. “Y-you what? You went… you’re on the… without me?” he asked,
unbelieving. Even his voice seemed different. To Otabek, who thought he and
Yuri were honest with each other and shared everything, the news felt like a
bucket of cold water pouring over him, freezing him over. He had thought that
they’d do such thing as a couple, together. “I… I need a cigarette. Excuse me.”
Otabek’s hand slipped from Yuri’s as he stood up and walked out of the kitchen,
heading to the balcony on the second floor, his preferred place when needing to
smoke, leaving his meal and his love behind in the kitchen. He needed to do
some thinking right now. He didn’t even notice when he passed Viktor on his way
up, or the look the man gave him, the same he had as he rushed to the kitchen
to check on his little brother. What could’ve gone wrong?!
“Yurio? Yurio, are you okay? What happened?” Viktor hurried to the kitchen,
confused. As far as he knew, the couple should be celebrating, dancing or
something! What he found was an extra pale half brother, alone, crying softly
as he pulled and tugged his hair with his trembling hands, still sitting in the
same place Viktor had left him. The man groaned and kicked himself for once
again getting into someone else’s business, this time when it was something so
important for his brother.
“He’s so angry with me, Vitya…” Yuri spoke between little cries, letting go of
himself to look at his brother. “He thinks I went behind his back like a little
rat, like I don’t trust him, a-and…” he started rambling and hiccupped, already
imagining the different and quite terrible scenarios in his head. To anyone
else, it could’ve been senseless overreacting, but to him, it was very real.
And it was scaring the hell out of him.
The silver haired man frowned while looking at his distraught little brother.
Could Otabek really have said that to his Yuri? He had his doubts, to be
honest. “Wait… what did you say to him? Did he say any of those things to you?”
he questioned, wanting to know the truth. And if that old man dared leaving his
brother for such an innocent, honest mistake that had such good intentions, he
was going to kill him. He would find a way to make him pay.
“Like he fucking needed to, Viktor!” Yuri burst, angry with the situation. He
groaned, knowing that things clearly weren’t going as planned. “Fuck, you
didn’t see him, he’s so… upset and disappointed, so hurt… and it’s my fault!
Fuck, Vitya… if…” he took a deep breath, knowing that his next words couldn’t
be heard, not by Otabek, ever. “I-if this is how he gets with something that
should bring us happiness, how the fuck is he going to react if he finds out
about Marcus?” he whimpered, feeling his throat closing. He needed to breathe,
surely he was starting to die from the stress alone.
Viktor bit his lip and clenched his hands into fists. He understood Yuri’s
worry completely, but this was about to get out of control and he couldn’t let
that happen. He had failed as a brother before, but he wouldn’t do so this
time; not anymore. He took a deep breath. “Then go talk to him. Explain
everything to him, tell him why you did it, let him see the honesty in you,” he
offered his suggestion, determined to make Yuri see reason. When the first
‘but’ started forming in the blonde’s lips, he stopped it. “I passed him on my
way downstairs; he looked shaken, but not angry. This is a lot to digest,
Yurio, go talk to him like the couple you’re supposed to be. We’ll deal with
the Marcus thing later, okay?”
“This is all your fault… I wanted to tell him my way,” Yuri told with a sad,
defeated voice, reaching for a napkin to try and clean his face. He knew his
half brother was right, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be upset with him. And
he also knew what he had to do. He was just terribly scared to do so.
“I know, and I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to help you in any way I can, and I
promise I won’t ambush you anymore, I just really thought that you two needed
to talk that out. And as a peace offering, I’ll take you both somewhere for
lunch and I’ll pay, and as a bonus of my amazing self, I’ll even let you use my
hair products, and buy you the first thing for your baby room when you get one,
a tiger or leopard printed baby carrier or something,” the silver haired tried,
feeling proud of himself when a small smile appeared on Yuri’s lips. He watched
his little brother stand up from his place, finally.
“Fine, but we’ll pick the place, and I call dibs on the hair products before
you use them,” the younger brother finally agreed, taking a deep breath before
letting go of the back of the chair he had been sitting on just moments before.
“I-I’ll go find Beka… he’s probably upstairs,” he spoke softly, looking at
Viktor one last time before walking away, knowing that he had forgiven him
already.
And indeed, something inside him told Yuri where to go: the balcony of their
bedroom, where the man he loved was perched at, looking at nothing at all and
smoking just as he had said he would. Yuri doubted it was the first one.
Sighing, the blonde stood at the threshold of his bedroom for just a moment,
watching the man standing outside and trying to gather the courage to talk to
him, and overcome his most probably irrational fears. He really loved this man
more than anything in the world, and he knew he had hurt him. It was his turn
to make things right.
He walked with soft steps that went unheard on the carpeted floor, and got him
closer and closer to the place he most wanted and dreaded to be, for now.
Still, as soon as he stepped outside, he saw Otabek toss his cigarette away,
not even looking back at him. But the action itself and the stiff posture told
him he had been acknowledged already. His voice was soft and insecure when he
tried to speak. “Beka…”
“I guess I need to quit smoking, right? Seeing as you’re getting pregnant
already, can’t let that get in the way,” Otabek spoke in such a calm voice
tone, almost monotone, detached, that it actually scared Yuri. It scared him
because he couldn’t read the man’s feelings, and he wasn’t looking at him
either. He had never heard Otabek speak to him in that tone either, so he
wasn’t sure what to expect. He was about to speak when the man’s voice broke
the uncomfortable silence once more, while still not looking at him, and
holding to the balcony rail. “Why, Yura? Where you even planning on telling me?
Why do things like this? You know how much this means to me…” he asked, voicing
the same thoughts that had been plaguing his mind for the past hour he had
spent in solitude, chain smoking and going over the situation again and again.
“I… it wasn’t my intention to hide it from you, I just…” Yuri started speaking,
but not really believing the words that had just come out of his mouth. He
hugged himself as a chilled wind blew, making him shiver. “I wanted to surprise
you, I thought you’d be happy.”
Otabek sighed, looking down for a moment. “Well this is certainly a surprise,
Yuri. I really didn’t expect that from you,” he spoke, finally turning back and
facing his lover, leaning against the same black rail that had been his support
for the past hour. He had held onto it to avoid hitting something, to control
his feelings somehow. “Didn’t you think that this is something we should’ve
discussed? You just went and did everything without consulting me, and then hid
it from me, your future husband. Like I don’t matter in this, really. Like I
don’t matter at all.”
Even though Otabek’s words stung, Yuri knew that the man was right. And still,
something gave him hope: he still spoke of being his future husband. So he
wasn’t going to call off the engagement! He sighed, stepping closer to Otabek
and wondering for the first time in years if it would be okay to invade his
personal space now. He had never doubted before, though, and he felt so
horrible inside with all the secrets he had, revealed and still hidden, that a
few tears slipped his eyelids and, before he knew what he was doing, Yuri
pressed himself against Otabek’s strong body, hugging him and praying that the
man would hold him back. “I-I’m so sorry, I just wanted to surprise you a-and
do something nice and make you happy, I swear! Y-you said you wanted us to be
married and have a family a-and I thought I could help and you’d be excited and
proud. I’ll stop the treatment if you want me to…”
Otabek sighed. As much as he wanted to be mad at Yuri for what he’d done, he
knew that his intentions had been good; despite his sometimes brash attitude,
Yuri had a kind heart and Otabek absolutely believed him when he said all he
wanted was to surprise him and make him happy. Sure it hurt that his beloved
took that step all alone, he wanted to be there with him, for him, but he
couldn’t change what had already been done, just act on that. The fact that he
was now pressed between the balcony and a trembling, distressed and tearful
fiancée was something he couldn’t ignore, not when Yuri held on to him like a
lifesaver, apologizing over and over again. He knew that there was much more to
this than just a lie. Gently, he wrapped his arms around Yuri’s thin body,
feeling how the younger man clung tighter to him. Pressing a kiss to his hair,
ever so soft and sweet smelling, even if shorter now, Otabek spoke the name he
loved the most. “Yura… don’t cry, please. I don’t want you to stop the
treatment, just… just talk to me, okay? Don’t do things behind my back, even if
they’re for a good reason. I want us to be honest with each other, to get
married, to get a family… don’t lie or hide things from me, love. Let’s do this
together. Don’t cry, I hate it when you do it, I don’t know how to make things
better.”
Though clearly Yuri was forgiven, the tears couldn’t stop falling, both from
relief and from guilt as he held Otabek and was held in return. The relief of
Otabek knowing about the huge step he had taken on their relationship and
agreeing with it was a huge weight being lift from his shoulders, and it filled
him with hope when thinking about the family he’d form with him one day. But
then, there was the guilt as Otabek spoke of them being honest, not lying or
hiding things from each other, and the way he had looked at him, talked to him.
Otabek had no idea of what Yuri kept such hard silence on. “I’m sorry, I love
you so much,” he apologized once more, reaching for the man’s face and kissing
him lovingly, desperately, apologizing and knowing that he’d love this man
forever. No matter what.
They kissed and held each other until the world around them faded into
nothingness, the same way they found their way to the bed they shared. And
Otabek proved Yuri just how much he loved him, in how many caring, perfect
ways, as their bodies moved together in love and passion, whispering words of
love and devotion. Just as caresses, kisses and adoration for each other in
both body and soul melted hearts beating together as anything but them lost
importance.
“I love you, kitten. My Yura. Mine…”
Chapter End Notes
     How was that? What were you expecting?
     Any theories?
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     Not going to lie. This chapter has been sitting unfinished in my
     computer for a long time, but I had some troubles with work, personal
     situations, and most recently a family loss.
     It's no excuse, but I knew I had to get this out.
     Sorry, go ahead and read, hope you haven't given up on my work?
With the knowledge of Yuri’s new treatment now being out and open in the house,
things seemed really different for them all. In Yuri’s opinion, everything was
beyond perfect, for Viktor it was getting to be a bit too much, and Otabek…
Otabek was another story altogether. Otabek was being more caring and devoted
than ever before, making sure Yuri had anything he could want or need at any
moment, and stupidly sweet in a way even Viktor had to consider “teeth
rotting”. Still, he was happy to see the couple doing well again.
Even the threatening calls had been reduced to almost nothing, for which Yuri
was beyond thrilled.
“Beka, I swear I’m okay. You can go to work, I go to class, and we’ll meet for
lunch, just as we do every Thursday, alright?” Yuri told with a smile and
rolling his eyes as he washed a few dishes from breakfast. As much as he loved
being pampered by his lover, they weren’t on vacation or anything, and they
both had schedules to follow. Letting go of the glass he was holding and drying
his hands, there were only a few steps to be walked over to Otabek and so that
Yuri could kiss him, silencing whatever protest the man was about to give.
“Have a nice day, handsome,” he flirted, winking at the man before going back
to what he was doing and cutting off any other attempt to delay their
activities.
And it took about 10 minutes after Otabek left for Viktor to walk back into the
kitchen, apparently ready to go out and dressed sharply in a nice suit, he even
had a tie on! Weird, Yuri hadn’t known he had anything planned. “Looking
decent, old man. Where are you going? Finally to the airport, so you can fly
back to your cave? Beka and I miss having sex in every room of the house all
day long,” he teased, while finishing the washing of the soapy dishes.
Viktor’s sip of juice almost flew out of his mouth. “C’mon! TMI, TMI, Yurio! I
don’t need that information about my baby brother,” the silver haired man
whined, placing the juice jug aside. “I just have some stuff to do, okay? I
have people to see, and talk to, and whatever. I’ll tell you both over dinner,
promise.”
Rolling eyes, Yuri nodded and sighed, drying his hands after making sure there
were no dirty dishes left, forgotten at the table. The three men had chosen
that night for the so-called ‘apologize dinner’ that Viktor had offered and
insisted on after speaking out about Yuri’s treatment without asking first. And
really, it actually came as a good opportunity, because he had something
important to tell the couple. He knew it was only fair to tell them.
“Whatever, you just wish you had found my handsome Otabek before he found me,
so you could try to get your hands on my man. Jealous!” Yuri replied with a
soft laugh, sticking his tongue out in a teasing way before finally stepping
out of the kitchen, followed by his half brother. “Look, I have to go to class
and I’ll have lunch with Beka, so we’ll meet you here at 7, and that way we can
go together and only take one car with us,” he commented, reaching for his
laptop and packing it to take with him; all his work was in it. He just needed
a jacket and scarf, and then he was out the door.
Soon the house was empty, everyone on their own to work on their own things for
the day.
The phone started ringing just as they left, so the call went straight to
voicemail.
Yuri’s phone rang next.
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“No, I’m not going to go back with you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t
want to be your property or related to you in any single way, not anymore. What
part of that is it that you can’t understand? I DON’T LOVE YOU, I don’t want to
hear anything from you, just stay away before I call the police!” Yuri told
over the phone, frustrated, angry and scared. He had no idea where he got the
guts from, to speak like that to a man he hated so much, someone who had almost
ruined him.
“Yuri, Yuri… did I ask what you wanted? Why are you being so problematic
lately, really? This Otabek guy is surely spoiling you and ruining you,
destroying all my hard work,” Marcus’s sardonic chuckle showed how much he
cared about Plisetsky’s words right then and there, as the man walked around
his ‘special room’ at his apartment, admiring his most recent shots. Honestly,
he could’ve been a damn good paparazzi if he wanted to, clearly. “It’s not
about what you want, but what I want, and you deserve. You deserve nothing, and
I want you here like the little good boy you always were,” The man hissed,
ripping a picture in half and throwing it away. “Or if you want to see the face
of that guy when I send him a copy of your letters, your videos, and those
lovely pictures too; you know which ones I’m talking about.”
“Damnit Marcus, stop this! You said you loved me, was that a lie? If you love
me at all, then drop this, let me be happy, please,” Yuri tried another angle,
while looking at the cars passing by. His eyes were already stinging with the
need to release the tears. Clearly he wasn’t going to make it to his first
class on time, not like this. “I loved you very much, but that died when you
abandoned me, when you left me and hurt me so bad and then just disappeared and
left me alone in that hotel room,” he finally told, glad that he was alone when
confessing something like that. He was parked near the freeway, and no one
would be able to hear what was being told. “You left me, not the other way
around. It was your decision to break me, and to break us up.”
There was silence on the line for and, for a moment, Yuri thought that Marcus
had actually ended the phone call. It would be too good to be true.
“You’re just too stupid to understand it, aren’t you? When I left, I said I’d
come back for you, and you jumped straight to the first dick that gave you some
attention, immediately, you whore!” The older man’s voice seemed to boom
through the speaker, and Yuri could see clearly in his head the way the man
would raise a fist at him if he were there.
“WHAT? You abandoned me, and I had to pull myself together somehow, it went
years before I even met Otabek. Now I’m with him, and I love him more than I
ever loved anyone before. More than I ever loved you. Even if you returned,
that doesn't mean I want you back,” Yuri told, enraged as well as scared. But
still, he needed to protect Otabek, and protect their relationship. He tried to
breathe deeply. “What the fuck do you want? Is it about me getting away? That
was your own fault. It isn’t my fault that you can’t get over me, it’s in the
past now and it isn’t fair for you to bring it back now,” he told, trying to
reason with the other man. He was too upset to remember that normally,
reasoning did nothing with the other man.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about fair or not fair. You’re mine, bitch, and
there’s nothing you can do about it. You better get fucking used to the idea
once more, before I make you see reason, my way”.
Those harsh words were the last thing Yuri heard before the call was
disconnected. He screamed at the top of his lungs while inside the car, letting
his phone fall into the passenger seat as his head rested on the steering
wheel, and he started sobbing once more. He was so tired of crying.
He was tired of everything, but he had to keep pretending.
He hated Marcus with all his being, and for the first time in his life, he
seriously wished for someone, this man, to die.
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“So… what’s the most expensive, ridiculous thing on the menu? Think I’ll order
that, since Viktor is the one paying,” Otabek commented with a chuckle as all
three of them started reading the whole selection offered by the restaurant
they were at. Yuri laughed softly and pointed a dish of lobster, crab and
steak, wiggling his eyebrows.
Still, at Viktor’s shocked face, Otabek just laughed, dismissing his previous
idea. “Relax, I’m not going to do that, we’ll be good boys tonight. At least at
dinner, I can’t promise anything after that,” he said, grinning and stealing a
kiss from Yuri’s soft lips. A kiss powerful enough to make the younger man moan
softly and cling.
“Okay, lovebirds, pick something so we can order. I gathered us here for a
reason, and it’s not to hear about you destroying my little brother’s
innocence,” Viktor told, rolling eyes in his dramatic way before focusing his
attention on the menu once more. Honestly, it was good that he was onto that,
because if he were single, he’d be focused but on the cute waiter they had;
he’d wonder if there was any chance for him to be single and gay, and if he’d
accept a date or a quick thing. Dark hair, nice body, pretty eyes and a good
smile… a good date could come from that. Perhaps if his brain wasn’t scattered
thanks to the adorable Japanese man he’d been so in love for years now.
“Oh, that ship sailed long ago, Vitya. Trust me. If you only knew how good my
Beka is, how strong and hard, big he is…” Yuri grinned, his hand caressing the
other man’s gently before starting to really check on the menu. Normally he had
a hard time picking what to order, but that night he was having a very specific
craving, he had his brother and his soon to be husband by his side, he looked
good, and everyone was having a good time. Tonight seemed perfect.
It took about 10 minutes before the orders were sent to the kitchen and they
all had drinks in hand. Viktor had insisted, and who were the other to deny him
what he wanted?
Well. As long as the man didn’t get too many drinks on him, or they’d be kicked
out of the place for public indecency, surely.
“So, what’s this all about, really? Bringing us to a fancy place, when we know
you’re more of a drinks and meat fan? Spill it, what did you do this time,”
Otabek’s deep voice joked easily, knowing that the other man was pretty much
his family too, already. And honestly, as weird, obnoxious and clumsy as he
acted, deep inside Viktor was a good guy, and he was good for Yuri, who seemed
to be smiling more since the man came for visit.
Otabek hadn’t wanted to say anything because of the sudden work trips and the
unexpected constant company, but he had definitely noticed a change in Yuri
recently, in the way he acted and in his mood. However, he trusted the younger
man, and if nothing had been said yet, then surely it couldn’t be that bad,
right? Yuri would surely tell him if something bothered him to the point of
needing help…
Viktor smiled a little, excited yet nervous at what he was about to announce.
Sure everything he had planned had been going well, but that didn’t mean he
couldn’t still be slightly unsure of things, or hesitant to see his brother’s
reaction. Visiting was one thing, this… “I’ve been on a few special dates and
appointments since I came here, and… yeah, I’ve found what I was looking for,”
he told, slightly braver and feeling better at the curious looks he got in
response. A quick swing of his hand and a vodka shot appeared on his hand, and
disappeared as fast as it came.
Yuri groaned, while reaching for a bread stick and some butter. The old man
liked to take his sweet time sometimes, and it drove him crazy. “Just say
whatever it is you did this time, Viktor, dessert is probably going to get here
sooner than your news,” he whined a little, rolling eyes. Honestly, he couldn’t
imagine what the man wanted to say, but he was taking too long, in his opinion.
Otabek chuckled softly, glancing from his beloved to his future brother in law.
Sometimes they could be like children. “C’mon, Yura , let him speak. I bet he
found something weird and completely amazing like a new hair treatment and he’s
dying to tell us. Or he remembered to go to the bathroom before leaving the
house like a good boy,” the man couldn’t help himself and teased, reaching for
Yuri’s hand. Unconsciously, he started caressing the back of his hand, and the
ring resting there. The way the older brother blushed when his words matched
the arrival of the pretty waiter was priceless. Perfect timing.
“Fuck you both, you’re so mean to poor old me! If that’s the way you’re going
to be, you’ll pay for your meals, and I won’t ever move out from your house, so
you’ll always have me around and won’t get to have sex or have any privacy ever
again,” the silver-haired man threatened, glaring at the couple. If he was
being honest, he knew he wasn’t going to go with what he just said, but the
expressions of horror he had in front of him were perfect, and worth it.
Yuri’s horrified expression changed to sad puppy eyes and a trembling bottom
lip, making him look pretty much like a small kid who’s just been told that
Santa doesn’t exist and won’t get the promised kitten. Someone who didn’t know
him, would actually buy that act… “I’m so sorry sorry sorry, amazing and
handsome and super cool big brother, please please forgive me, pretty please in
the name of your dog and all that is extra and shiny?” he tried, reaching to
hold his brother’s larger hands, feeling proud of himself when he saw the man
rolling eyes and smiling some. Some things just never changed.
“Ugh, fine, fine, just don’t look at me like that. Altin, control your fussy
cat!” Viktor finally said, joking in good nature and reaching for a piece of
bread from the basket in front of him, pretending to throw it at his brother,
who pretty much squealed and hid behind his lover, knowing that no matter the
place, his brother was capable of anything, shameless and slightly tipsy as he
tended to be.
It took one subtle serious glare and Otabek actually pulling the bread basket
away from his brother in law before Yuri could come out from behind his
shoulder and they could go back to their previous mood and chat. With one
raised eyebrow from the blonde tiger, it was clear that it was time for Viktor
to tell the news already.
“Okay, okay! Boring two, you’re no fun,” the man told, reaching for his glass
already and with a little smirk gracing his handsome features. “The real reason
I came for the sudden visit, and why I’ve stayed with you guys for so long… I
had a few interviews and some research to do. I may or may not have gotten a
promotion at work after these nice vacations, including a transfer and a bigger
paycheck, making me get my own place here, to which I’m moving this very
weekend, while my sweet Yuri is getting ready to pack things up and fly over by
next week,” he told with a grin, looking at the facial expression on his half
brother and brother in law.
A few seconds of silence seemed to freeze time at the table, before an
embarrassing squeal escaped Yuri’s lips, one he’d deny happened until the day
he died, excitement overtaking the normal sense of decency and good behavior
one should have at a restaurant as his emotions got the best of him. Indeed
they were amazing news, seeing as he had always suffered silently the fact that
his only family was so far away; he was the closest thing he had, besides
Otabek now, of course.
And just like that, the regular dinner became a celebration, for it seemed life
was giving good things to them lately. Just for that night, there were no phone
calls, no threats, no fear, just happiness, love, and excitement for whatever
life seemed to be preparing for them.
End Notes
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