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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Cheating, Light_BDSM, Adultery, Adult_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-21 Words: 7522
****** Never Enough ******
by dotheunthinkable
Summary
     Yurio runs into some problems in his relationship with Viktor. Otabek
     ends up helping him out a bit too much. [One-Shot]
Notes
     I feel mostly nervous and ashamed. ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯
     I'd like to thank those of you on that ☆•°｡YURI ON ICE UNIVERSE｡°•☆
     FB group for ultimately encouraging me to post this. You guys are the
     real MVPs, even though you have no idea what's in store.
      
     More from me later -- This is also slightly AU, Where Viktor is
     Yurio's coach (among other things) and Otabek's "true" personality
     takes a head. This indicates that there will be OOC-ness.
See the end of the work for more notes

    Pairing:Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, established Viktor Nikiforov/Yuri
                                   Plisetsky
                                 Rating: NC-17
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Summary: Yurio licked his lips and that was all it took for Otabek to grab him
                        and shove him down on the couch
===============================================================================
Otabek had heard Yurio coming before he saw him. At first he’d thought it was
someone else with particularly heavy footfalls coming down the corridor,
because Yurio didn’t usually stomp – out of all the competitors, that was
usually The King’s job.
However, when Yurio finally trudged into view with an expression darker than
pitch black on his face, it became clear as to why he was treading so heavily.
Anyone who looked could see that he was pissed off, but no one was sure about
what, and no one was going to ask either. It wasn’t unusual for Yurio to sulk,
but it was unusual for him to glower so ominously that even Yuuri knew to stay
back.
 
Fortunately, the magazine photoshoot they were posing and interviewing for that
day required intense, lusty expressions rather than big beaming smiles, and it
didn’t require much effort on Yurio’s part to turn his angry expression into
what the photographers wanted.
Unfortunately, he’d been paired up with Viktor who was having real trouble
getting it right. Of course, it was a known fact that Viktor could pull off
intense and lusty well enough to give even a straight guy wet dreams for the
rest of his life, but he wasn’t so good at doing it without a smile.
 
He didn’t even realize he was doing it half the time; it was just habit for him
to smile when there was a camera pointed in his direction which, most of the
time, was beneficial to his character, but not so much at the moment.
Otabek had never seen Yurio so snarky with Viktor before; usually when one of
them made a mistake, he noticed, they’d talk through it, shake it off, and
generally pick up from where they left off. But today, Yurio jumped on him for
the littlest of blunders, snapping and chastising at every opportunity.
 
He wasn’t necessarily worried – he knew well enough that those two idiots would
get over it soon enough – but he was curious. Usually Yurio was the most tuned
into Viktor’s emotions since he was his coach, and yet today when Viktor was
obviously close to tears due to his attitude, Yurio didn’t let up. It made
Otabek wonder what exactly had gone on to prompt this change in behaviour.
 
He tried to keep an eye on them while it was his turn in front of the camera,
but there wasn’t much to see. Yurio would barely look at Viktor, and when
Viktor tried to start a conversation Otabek heard Yurio snap at him, “You
refused to talk about it yesterday, so I don’t see why we should talk about it
now,” and walk off to the other side of the rink. He watched as Viktor stared
forlornly after Yurio but didn’t try to go after him.
 
That was really what decided it for Otabek; he had to know what was going on.
But unfortunately, the moment the shoot was over, Viktor got changed back into
his regular clothes and tore out of the place without saying a word to anyone,
leaving him with no choice other than to stall Yurio.
It was lucky that Otabek could deal with verbal abuse as well as he could dish
it, because Yurio didn’t hesitate to lay into him the second he opened his
mouth.
The rest of the competitiors gradually slunk away, not wanting to deal with two
sharp tongued people at once, and Otabek was finally left to press Yurio for
details as much as he wanted.
 
“Someone’s cranky today.” He remarked casually, receiving a death glare in
return. “Is your girlfriend not putting out or something?”
Yurio stiffened. In the end, it turned out that Otabek had struck gold with
that comment, because it led to him learning everything he’d wanted to know. It
didn’t seem that way at the time though, because Yurio suddenly rushed him and
tried to punch him in the face. Fortunately, Yurio wasn’t known for his
physical prowess, and Otabek managed to back out of the way in time. It was
still startling though.
 
“Ah, Plisetsky!” He yelled, keeping a healthy distance between the two of them.
“Calm down. If someone saw this, do you have any idea how much of an uproar it
would cause?”
Yurio did seem to regain his self control, but the glare stayed on his face.
“I’m not in the mood for your lip, Otabek Altin.” He said primly. “So mind your
own business, asshole.”
 
Otabek was delighted to find that he seemed to have touched a nerve.
 
“I’m right, aren’t I? Is life in the bedroom not up to par?” He saw Yurio’s lip
twitch, and fought hard to contain his smirk. “So you’re having girlfriend
troubles. Or should I say boyfriend troubles?”
It was the first time the grouchy look left Yurio’s face, replaced instead by
blank faced shock.
“Trouble in paradise with Viktor?” Otabek asked in the sweetest tone he could
muster. He was rewarded with a flapping mouth and a lot of gibberish, until
Yurio managed to wrap his mind around the fact that his big secret wasn’t so
secret anymore.
 
“How… How do you know we…?” He stuttered, not quite able to finish the
sentence.
 
Otabek snorted.
 
“Please. You two are more camp than a row of tents. It’s impossible not to
notice.”
 
Yurio spluttered a little more, but at least all the fight had gone out of him
and it didn’t seem like he was about to go flinging anymore punches.
 
“So,” Otabek began when he realized that Yurio wasn’t going to say anything
else without prompting. “What crawled up your ass today? Or is the problem that
nothing did?”
 
Yurio shot him a dirty look.
 
“None of your business.” He replied, but the tips of his ears went red and he
sounded significantly more unhappy than he had before, which was totally
unfair, because it made Otabek feel bad.
He sighed, almost preferring the Yurio who’d just been threatening him with
bodily harm. At least that hadn’t made him feel guilty or like he should be
doing his part to fix whatever had gone wrong.
 
“Come on.” He muttered, grabbing Yurio’s bag in one hand and his arm in the
other and dragging him towards the door.
 
“What? Where?” Yurio struggled half-heartedly to get free, but couldn’t be
bothered trying too hard and ended up getting pulled along.
 
Otabek just rolled his eyes, not replying.
 
“The things I do for you guys.” He muttered to himself.
 
They ended up at a small but crowded bar which was just loud enough for a pair
of idols to talk about their personal problems without being overheard.
Otabek had to agree to treat Yurio to a number of drinks before Yurio got loose
lipped enough to even consider talking about topics such as his sex life, but
Otabek figured that it was worth it. Underage drinking wasn’t that uncommon and
he was sure Yurio would spill before long since he was young. Otabek was,
although he didn’t like to admit it, a bit of a second-rate gossip queen like
Phichit, and he hated being left out of the loop. At first he did his best to
be subtle, but after an hour of wheedling, a couple of beers, a soju and a
bottle of sake later, he got impatient.
 
“Okay, I get that you guys had a fight.” He said, a little louder than
necessary. “What I don’t get is why. If you hadn’t noticed, I can’t give you
any advice on how to fix it if I don’t even know what’s wrong.”
 
Yurio downed the last of his drink and shook his head.
 
“Like I said, we had a disagreement over something that I wanted but he didn’t.
We had a fight, got angry and he left.”
 
“Okay, and details?” Otabek asked, not happy with the watered down version of
the story.
 
Yurio raised an eyebrow.
 
“No. Don’t be a pervert and mind your own business.” He replied bluntly.
 
“You are entirely not drunk enough.” Otabek informed him, trying to signal the
bartender and ask for another drink. Yurio smacked his hand out of the air.
 
“I can assure you that I am.” He said. “I just don’t want to share those kinds
of details with anyone in a crowded, public place where anyone who wanted to
eaves drop on us, could.”
 
Otabek, being Otabek, took that to mean they should get out of the bar and go
somewhere more private so Yurio could fill him in on the rest of the story.
 
“Let’s go back to my place.” He said, thumbing through his wallet to pull out
the correct amount of notes. “This is getting too expensive anyway, and I don’t
want my entire travel fund going towards alcohol.”
Any protests Yurio had fell on deaf ears, and soon they were in a taxi back to
Otabek’s hotel, both fighting and probably failing to appear sober.
Otabek sat Yurio down on the couch the moment they arrived, going to the
kitchen suite and pouring them a glass of water each.
 
“Okay.” He tried again once they were both settled next to each other. “So what
was it that you and Viktor had a disagreement over?”
 
Yurio lifted his glass to his lips and took a long drink to avoid having to
reply, and Otabek clicked his tongue.
 
“We’re both guys here. Heck, it’s not like you and I haven’t discussed sex
before. Why’re you being such a prude?” He asked. Yurio frowned, but stayed
silent. Otabek rolled his eyes. “What, did you want a threesome or something?
Did you want to bring a girl into the bedroom but he didn’t? Or did you want to
try some kinky shit that just didn’t get him off?”
 
“No!” Yurio spat, losing his cool again. “I just wanted him to do something to
me that made him uncomfortable, okay? That’s all.”
 
Now Otabek was intrigued. Usually Viktor was quite happy to go along with other
people’s wishes if it involved embarrassing acts, so it must have been
something he was really opposed to cause this kind of fight between them.
 
“What kind of messed up fetishes could you have that would scare Viktor off
that badly?” He asked as tactlessly as ever. “It’s not something really
disgusting or sick, right? I always took you to be kind of stuffy, but I guess
even you could have some gross sort of fantasy that would make most people feel
like…”
 
He didn’t get to finish that sentence, because Yurio slammed his now empty
glass down on the coffee table.
 
“I’m not sick or perverted or anything like that. I just told Viktor I wanted
him to hit me, alright? I wanted him to hit me and he flipped his lid, and I
pressured him and he left right in the middle of sex and now we’re not talking.
Okay? Is that what you wanted to know?”
 
Otabek was a little taken aback by the outburst.
 
“Wanted him to hit you?” He repeated. “Like, spanking?”
 
Yurio went a bit red and shook his head again, clamming up and refusing to
talk.
 
“Don’t tell me Viktor freaked out at you just because you wanted to be spanked
a bit. That’s nothing, it doesn’t even have to hurt.”
 
“Not. Like… you know. With…” Yurio’s sentence dissolved into mumbles, and
Otabek didn’t quite catch the end of it.
 
“Come again?” He frowned. “With what?”
 
If possible, Yurio went even redder, hiding his face before repeating himself.
 
“With a belt.” He forced out from between gritted teeth. “I wanted him to hit
me with a belt.”
 
“Oh. …Well, shit.” Otabek swore.
He hadn’t meant to react that way, but it this had come as a surprise. Yurio
hated pain – everyone knew that – and so the idea of him wanting to submit to
Viktor and allow him to hurt him had been the last thing Otabek would have
picked for the cause of their fight. Not only that, but now he had an image of
naked Yurio on his hands and knees, getting smacked on the ass by a belt and it
definitely wasn’t an unpleasant picture. He felt a chill go down his spine.
 
“Well, you know what kind of person Viktor is.” Yurio said, doing his best to
avoid Otabek’s eyes. “He doesn’t like hurting others and it just so happens
that it extends to the bedroom as well. We’ll get over it and make up
eventually. I don’t even know why I just told you all that.”
Otabek bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably, well aware of the reaction he was
having to the imaginary Yurio in his head.
 
“So is that it?” He said, trying to ignore how worked up he was getting.
“You’re just going to forget about this just because he doesn’t like the idea
of doing something to you that you want?”
 
“Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to do? He’s obviously uncomfortable. I
can’t exactly force him to do something he’s uncomfortable with.” Yurio shot
back, but the venom in his voice gave away that he was still extremely
frustrated by the whole situation, and Otabek could hear it.
 
“So you’re just going to give up what you want without having a proper talk
with him about it? Sounds like a pretty one-sided relationship to me.” Otabek
said. “One day you’ll probably just snap and get someone else to fuck you the
way you want instead.”
 
Just like what he was imagining now. Because it certainly wasn’t Viktor
towering over Yurio in the fantasy that was playing in the back of his mind
right now.
To be honest, Otabek had always found Yurio pretty appealing. He’d never have a
relationship with him because although he swung both ways, he much preferred
girls. And anyway, if they ever dated, they’d probably end up killing each
other. Still, that didn’t mean that Otabek had never jerked off to the thought
of Yurio, and it certainly didn’t mean that he’d never imagined what it would
be like to screw him. Otabek also had a bit of a sadist streak, and so this
slightly masochistic tendency appealed to him greatly.
It took him a moment to realize he must have been staring strangely, because
Yurio was looking at him uncomfortably, leaning against the armrest of the
couch to put as much space between them as he could without actually getting
up.
 
“H-Hey?” He asked apprehensively, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
 
Otabek’s tongue unconsciously snuck out to wet his dry lips as he studied
Yurio’s anxious, flushed face and found himself wondering if this was how he’d
look if he was standing over him with a belt in hand. He wondered if he’d
whimper in the same sort of nervous, timid way he was speaking now.
 
He really wanted to find out.
 
“Yurio.” He breathed, leaning in closer, and Yurio flinched, looked like he was
about to bolt if Otabek came any closer. “It’s gotten late. I have a spare
futon you can sleep on if you need to stay over.”
 
He didn’t miss the way that Yurio’s eyebrows rose ever-so-slightly, as though
he’d been expecting Otabek to do something more than that and was surprised
that he hadn’t.
 
“Er… okay. Thank you.” He said, awkward all of a sudden. “I think I’d be better
if I don’t head home tonight anyway. Grandpa would be furious if he knew I was
out drinking, so if that’s okay with you…”
 
Otabek nodded and got up to fix their sleeping arrangements, leaving Yurio
sitting bewildered and alone on the couch.
 
===============================================================================
Otabek woke up first the next day, careful not to wake Yurio as he walked
through the living area into the kitchen. He brewed enough coffee for the two
of them, but drew the line at making him breakfast. He wasn’t sure what the
young skater would eat after mulling it over in his mind.
The smell of coffee seemed to rouse Yurio from his sleep, and he drifted into
the kitchen as Otabek was just finishing eating.
 
“Good morning.” He said around a yawn. Otabek nodded at him, pointing to the
coffee pot.
 
“Morning. Help yourself.” He said.
 
Yurio went about pouring it in silence, still seeming a little tense, and
Otabek wondered if he was still hung up about sharing his deep, dark secret
with him last night. He was tempted to tell Yurio to get over it, say it was no
big deal, but that would be a great, dirty lie. He couldn’t tell him that; not
when he had marks left on his knuckles from when he’d bitten himself last night
to muffle his moans as he’d come to the image of Yurio arching beneath him.
 
Instead he told him, “I’ve got to be at the rink for a private session in an
hour, but if you’re not gone by then you can let yourself out.”
Yurio shook his head. “No, I’ll get dressed and go. I’m skipping my own
practice today at the studio with Yakov, so I can go home to shower and eat.”
 
He finished his coffee up and then went to the bathroom to change out of the
clothes he’d borrowed from Otabek to sleep in.
 
Otabek saw him to the door once he was ready to go.
 
“Thank you for letting me stay over.” Yurio said with a slight nod. Otabek
shook his head.
 
“It’s fine. Just don’t expect hospitality this good every time.”
 
He patted Yurio on the shoulder as a friendly gesture, but instead of leaving
it there, Otabek let his hand drop to the small of Yurio’s back and left it
resting there, just for a moment. Yurio had gone completely rigid, quickly
stuttering a goodbye and disappearing into the hall.
 
It made Otabek laugh. Yurio was so easy to tease.
 
But when he picked up the clothes he’d let him sleep in last night to put them
in the laundry, unthinkingly bringing them to his nose to inhale the spicy
scent of Yurio’s natural smell mixed with the scent of shampoo, Otabek could
almost feel that this wasn’t going to end here.
 
===============================================================================
They had another run in not long afterward, as the times they’d reserved the
skating rink had overlapped, and Otabek could immediately tell that things
between Viktor and Yurio weren’t any better. Yurio didn’t seem to be angry
anymore, the two of them were definitely tense and uncomfortable with each
other, which was somehow worse. Anger didn’t last, but tension could take much
longer to fade.
 
At least they hadn’t been going over a pair skate’ routine today, which even
gave Otabek the opportunity to corner Yurio on his way back from the bathroom
where no one could see.
 
“Things aren’t going so well, huh.” He observed, and Yurio’s nostrils flared,
telling him without words that he was right.
 
“Stop being so nosey.” Was, of course, the answer that he got instead.
 
Otabek laughed.
 
“I suppose that if he can’t get over his hang ups, you can’t expect things to
go well, can you.” He hadn’t meant for it to sound so taunting, but Yurio
certainly took it that way.
 
“Fuck you.” He snarled, and tried to shove Otabek out of the way. Without
really thinking about it first, Otabek grabbed Yurio by his shoulders and
shoved him up against the wall.
“Well,” He murmured, lips practically against Yurio’s neck. “If you did, at
least you know I could give you what you want.”
 
He didn’t wait around for a response, though he imagined that the expression on
Yurio’s face must have been amusing. He wasn’t able to meet Otabek’s eyes for
the rest of the day and even kept flubbing through his usual routines, but
Otabek noticed him staring a lot when Yurio thought he wasn’t looking.
Viktor seemed to notice too and his eyes kept flicking between them, as though
he was searching for something but wasn’t quite sure what.
Otabek could see that Viktor was making an extra effort to try and please
Yurio, asking him if he wanted to go out and eat afterwards, agreeing to
everything he said, but at the same time the atmosphere around him seemed
nervous and forced, and Yurio wasn’t responding well at all.
 
“I don’t know what I want for dinner.” Otabek eventually heard him snap at
Viktor. “Can’t you take some initiative?”
“I want to eat whatever you do.” Viktor replied, and Yurio rolled his eyes,
sighed exasperatedly.
“You want Chinese.” Otabek supplied for them when they still weren’t getting
anywhere, and Yurio’s eyebrows knitted like they always did when he was
thinking particularly hard about something, but Otabek didn’t get the chance to
ask what it was.
 
It turned out later that he didn’t have to.
 
===============================================================================
Later that night, while he was relaxing on the sofa watching a bit of TV, a
loud assertive knock sounded against the door. It puzzled him a little, because
he wasn’t expecting guests and he certainly didn’t expect anyone to come and
pay him a surprise visit this late at night.
 
He switched the television off and went to let the mystery person in.
 
Though it made sense to him afterwards, Yurio had really been the last person
Otabek had expected to find standing on the other side of the door, but that’s
who was there.
 
“You know what the problem with Viktor is?” Yurio said, striding into the
apartment without saying hello and shutting the door behind him. He’d obviously
been thinking about it non-stop, and was completely worked up, wringing his
hands and strode up and down the room. “It’s that he is not the type of
dominant person I want. He’s gentle and caring and playful, and just completely
unable to… just can’t…”
 
“Just can’t bring himself to hurt you?” Otabek helpfully supplied. Yurio
stopped pacing.
 
“Yes. He tries to give me everything I want, tries to cater to me, lets me have
my way most of the time and worries about what I think, but that means he can’t
do anything without asking me first and sometimes I just want him to be overly
decisive and domineering and stop treating me like a porcelain doll. I want…”
 
He stopped, shook his head and made a helpless motion with his hands.
 
“You want someone to take control of you.” Otabek said darkly, and the full
body shiver that he saw go through Yurio proved him right.
 
“Right.” Yurio replied, looking Otabek dead in the eye. “Sometimes I just want
someone else to dominate me completely.”
 
Yurio licked his lips and that was all it took for Otabek to grab him and shove
him down on the couch. He straddled him, one leg on either side of both of his,
bending down to kiss him roughly, but Yurio pulled away, and Otabek realized
belatedly that he genuinely had been complaining rather than hinting.
 
“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed, completely livid. “I came here
because I thought you’d listen, not because I want to cheat on my boyfriend.”
 
For a moment, Otabek actually did think about getting off of him and
apologizing, but in the time it took him to consider it Yurio hadn’t taken the
opportunity to struggle or push him off. His body was saying the opposite thing
to his mouth, and Otabek knew which one he wanted to listen to.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said in a low, harsh whisper, then grabbed Yurio by his
chin and crushed their lips together.
 
Yurio didn’t respond, but Otabek didn’t really care and was mostly happy to do
all the work, especially when he felt Yurio begin to tremble beneath him.
 
“You want it. I know you fucking want it.” He practically growled into his ear
once he pulled back. “Viktor will never be able to give you this, so take it
when it’s offered.”
 
“Don’t make me sound like some kind of desperate slut.” Yurio said with a note
of anger in his voice, but Otabek just shoved him down again, until he was flat
on his back on the sofa with Otabek still on top.
 
“You are a desperate slut.” Otabek taunted, pinning Yurio’s hands above his
head. “I’m going to take you right here and you’re going to like it.”
 
Yurio tried to protest again, but Otabek edged up a bit so he could slide a
hand between Yurio’s legs and cup him there, and all that came out was a moan.
 
“Look how hard you’ve gotten for me already.” Otabek continued, leering down at
him. “Do you get hard for Viktor this fast? I wonder what he’d think if he saw
you like this. Maybe he’d regret not trying a little harder to please you.”
 
This time Yurio managed a strangled, indignant whimper.
 
“Why are you doing this?”
 
“Because I want you.” Otabek replied, grinding his ass against Yurio’s
erection. “And because I can give you what he won’t. I’m doing this for the
same reason that you’re letting me.”
 
The guilt on Yurio’s face was apparent, even when he squeezed his eyes shut and
gritted his teeth, and Otabek knew that he was thinking of Viktor; how Viktor
loved him and trusted him
with all of his heart, while Yurio was lying underneath Otabek, aching for his
touch.
Otabek knew it should’ve made him feel guilty, because Viktor was someone he’d
consider a friend, but all he felt was a strange sense of smugness.
 
“You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, Yurio?” Otabek continued, and
although his voice was soft, it still sounded forceful and rough. Yurio looked
up at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation, which was exactly what he
wanted to see. It made delivering his next line all that much sweeter. “I’m
going to make you so hot for me that you’ll be begging to be fucked. And then
when I’ve got you naked and pleading I’m going to force you down onto the floor
and take this,” He ran his thumb and finger along his belt so Yurio knew
exactly what he was talking about, “And hit you with it until you scream.”
 
Yurio shivered violently beneath him, and a moan escaped his lips at the mere
thought. Otabek’s mouth twisted into a smirk at his reaction, but he couldn’t
exactly say that Yurio was the only one getting off on this. He hadn’t even
been touched yet, but he was already hard and dying to feel Yurio’s skin
against his own.
He moved, almost unconsciously, so that the two of them were pressed against
one another and rocked against Yurio, rubbing their erections together through
their jeans.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Yurio kept hissing under his breath, not making an effort
to stop his body from reacting as he thrust back against Otabek.
 
Otabek let go of his wrists, grabbing his shoulders instead and digging his
fingers in deep, and Yurio’s hands immediately went to Otabek’s ass, sliding
over the curves and gripping tightly so he could pull him down hard against
him.
 
Otabek immediately stopped.
 
“You’re not the one in control here.” He scolded. “I decide how I get to fuck
you, not the other way around.”
 
Yurio actually whined as Otabek rolled off him, then yelped when he grabbed him
by the arm and yanked him off the couch, forcing him down on to the carpet.
 
“What’s…?” Yurio started to ask, but Otabek already had him by his hair,
pulling him closer so his face was level with Otabek’s crotch.
 
“This is what you get for acting out of turn.” He told him. “Once you’ve showed
me you’ve learned your place, maybe I’ll touch you again if you’re lucky.”
 
Yurio didn’t need to ask Otabek what he wanted him to do, and Otabek knew it.
He unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his jeans, easing them down his legs
along with his boxers and watching as Yurio eyed his hard cock apprehensively.
 
“What are you waiting for?” Otabek asked impatiently, grabbing Yurio by the
hair again, and tugging him harshly. “Suck me.”
 
“I can’t, I… Vik--.” Yurio stammered, but Otabek just yanked his hair again.
 
“Viktor isn’t here. Viktor isn’t going to fucking give you what you need. I’m
the one who’s going to give it to you, so stop being difficult and do what
you’re told.” He ordered him, guiding Yurio’s mouth onto him none too gently.
 
Otabek was pleased to find that Yurio didn’t try to struggle or protest again.
Instead he just opened up his mouth and took him inside, licking tentatively at
the head and curling his fingers around the base. He continued at that pace for
a while, and Otabek was just about to complain about his hesitance and how he
really should’ve expected it from him, when Yurio suddenly slid his lips much
further down his cock and Otabek found himself moaning instead.
He fisted his hands in Yurio’s hair, twining the strands around his fingers and
pulling hard. Yurio was good, better than Otabek had imagined he’d be, and
somehow seemed to know just how he liked it; teasing the head and slit with his
tongue then abruptly deep throating him and bringing him to think brink of
orgasm, before going back to teasing again. It was almost infuriating, but it
prolonged the pleasure at the same time, and Otabek found his control slipping
as Yurio did maddening things to the underside of his cock with his tongue. He
pulled hard at Yurio’s roots, thrusting up into his mouth and Yurio whimpered,
but took the hint, stroking and sucking with more vigour until Otabek knew he
wouldn’t last anymore.
 
He didn’t tell Yurio he was about to finish, merely tensed, let out a strained
moan and came down his throat.
 
Yurio swallowed surprisingly skilfully, only choking a little. He fell back on
his haunches once Otabek let go of his hair, breathing heavily, while Otabek
collapsed back into the couch, feeling like a boneless heap and wondering why
he hadn’t thought about fucking Yurio sooner.
Yurio, on the other hand, seemed to be mortified. Now that he was no longer
caught up in the moment, the gravity of the situation began to settle in on
him, and he realized what he’d done.
“Shit…” He said under his breath, and then more emphatically, “Shit. I… Oh god,
I should go.”
 
“You act like you think I’m done with you.” Otabek said before Yurio could even
scramble to his feet. “I’m not even close to finished yet.”
 
He was still out of breath and his voice had no depth to it, but Yurio complied
anyway, freezing where he was.
 
Otabek zipped his jeans up again, and then with what looked like a lot of
effort, got up from the couch and grabbed Yurio by his arm again, dragging him
to his feet. Yurio winced at the rough treatment, but he didn’t complain and
Otabek suspected he liked it anyway.
 
Yurio proved him correct when Otabek backed him up against the nearest wall and
cupped the still apparent bulge in his pants.
 
“You obviously want this.” Otabek said as he teased the rim of Yurio’s ear with
his tongue. “I’m not letting you go until you’re fucking moaning in my ear how
good I am and how much you need it.”
 
Yurio shuddered against him, unconsciously curling his fingers around Otabek’s
arms and digging the nails in.
 
“O-Otabek…”
 
“Say it again. Don’t stutter.” Otabek demanded, biting down on his earlobe as
though to punish him.
“Otabek…” Yurio repeated obediently, breath hitching as the teeth scraped his
skin. He rolled his hips up into Otabek’s hand, and Otabek smirked into his
neck, licking and nibbling down the skin until he felt Yurio go weak at the
knees and melt against him. He kept rubbing, eventually whispering into Yurio’s
ear, “Take them off.”
 
He was glad to find that Yurio didn’t hesitate, hands instantly falling to his
belt to undo it, and then dropping his pants to the ground. His boxers and
shirt followed soon after with a bit of prompting from Otabek, and he was left
naked, pressed between the cold wall behind him and the warm body in front.
 
Otabek wasted no time wrapping his hand around Yurio’s erection and starting to
pump it, eager to get him worked up enough to really lose control of himself.
 
“You should see how good you look right now.” Otabek purred into his ear,
fisting Yurio’s cock in one hand and tweaking a nipple with the other. “So
fucking pretty.”
 
“Otabek.” Yurio gasped, hips jerking on reflex. “Please, I…”
“Please what?” Otabek repeated, voice low and teasing. “You want it faster?
What is it?”
“You know what I want.” Yurio snapped, trying to suppress a moan.
“And you aren’t getting it until you tell me.” Otabek said, enjoying the
control he had. “I could tease you all night Kato, until you want to come so
bad that it hurts, but unless you beg me for it I’m not going to let you. So
tell me. What is it you want?”
 
“Fuck…” Yurio breathed. “If you already know, why can’t you just…”
He didn’t even get time to finish the sentence, because Otabek let go of his
cock and grabbed Yurio by his shoulders, slamming him against the wall.
“You don’t get to make decisions.” Otabek said, low, dangerous and unbelievably
provocative. “You do what I want, is that clear? Beg me for it, Yuri. I’m not
doing a fucking thing until you beg me like a little whore.”
 
He let go, hand returning to Yurio’s cock and stroking painfully slowly.
Yurio’s face was flushed with a mix of shame and arousal, and his teeth were
clenched as he spoke.
“Please…” He muttered, so quiet it was almost inaudible.
Otabek waited.
“Please…” Yurio repeated. “Please hit me. Hurt me.”
 
Otabek couldn’t help the dark, sadistic grin that spread across his face,
unbuckling his belt one-handed, using the other to keep stroking Yurio, but
once Otabek pulled it free of his jeans, he stopped.
 
“Get on your hands and knees.” Otabek said, and Yurio bit his lip but obeyed,
sinking to the floor, eyes squeezed shut in shame.
 
His back was curved in a pretty arch, ass up in the air, and Otabek couldn’t
help himself but bend down to run his hands over it and give it a quick
squeeze. He felt Yurio tense at his touch, obviously having been anticipating
belt rather than Otabek’s hand.
“Safe word.” Yurio choked out, and Otabek paused what he was doing.
 
“Pardon?”
 
“We need a safe word.” Yurio explained, “In case it hurts too much and I need
you to stop. I might call out some pretty discouraging things when I’m getting
hurt, but unless you hear that word I want you to keep going.”
 
“Alright.” Otabek agreed. “What did you have in mind?”
Yurio was silent for a moment, before replying, “Katsuki.”
Otabek almost choked. “Katsuki? Why?”
He could almost swear that Yurio chuckled as he answered.
“Hopefully that’s a name that neither of us will be calling out during sex.”
 
Otabek resisted the urge to snort, and ran his hand over the curve of Yurio’s
ass one more time before he stood again, holding the belt by its buckle. “Okay.
But if I don’t hear the word, I’m not going to stop even if you scream. Do you
understand?”
Yurio nodded.
“Good.” Otabek said, and that was the only warning Yurio got before he heard
the swish of the belt slicing through the air and the feeling of it cracking
against his skin.
 
The resulting cry from Yurio sent a thrill through Otabek, and he knew by the
time he’d finishing turning Yurio’s ass bright red he’d be hard again.
“O-Ota…” Yurio’s voice was quavering and he couldn’t even get the whole name
out. But Otabek just laughed, fingered the leather of his belt.
“You like that, Yurio?” He asked, voice dripping with lust. “You want it
harder?”
“Please. Yes.” Yurio panted, far beyond shame now, and Otabek could see from
the way he was shaking that he was both afraid of and craving the next strike
from the belt.
Otabek brought it down on him again, savouring the resounding snap and Yurio’s
mixed sob of pleasure and pain when it hit.
 
Yurio wasn’t too loud at first, but eventually the belt smacking against his
already abused ass was too much for him, and his noises increased in volume
until he couldn’t help but scream each time the hard leather hit his skin. It
was amazingly arousing for Otabek, and he couldn’t help but palm himself
through his jeans as he continued smacking Yurio’s ass. The more turned on he
was, the rougher he got, until Yurio’s whole body was shaking.
 
“It hurts.” He almost whined in a much higher in pitch than usual. “Otabek, I…”
But Otabek took no pity on him, only whipping the belt against him harder.
“But isn’t that what you said you wanted, Yurio?” He smacked him again for good
measure, and Yurio’s strained, shaking arms finally gave out and he collapsed.
“Didn’t you want me to hurt you?”
 
Yurio let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob from where he lay on
the floor.
“Please, Otabek.” He forced out, voice almost nonexistent.
“Please what?” Otabek asked, bringing the belt down again, squeezing himself
between the legs at the pitiful moan it brought forth.
“I need you to fuck me.” Yurio breathed, a tiny bit of humiliation in his tone.
“I’m so hard, I need to come. Please.”
Otabek wanted to make him beg a little more but he was just as, if not even
harder than Yurio and didn’t want to wait. He gladly dropped his belt to the
ground and took off his pants, until he was left naked from the waist down, and
once again grabbed Yurio and hauled him up from the ground.
 
“Tell me how much you want me.” He said, looking him right in the face. Yurio
was trembling all over and Otabek could see it in his eyes that he was thinking
of Viktor, how he was betraying him. It infuriated him for some reason, and he
grabbed Yurio’s sore ass, making him cry out in pain. “You shouldn’t be
thinking of anyone but me right now. Tell me how much you fucking want me,
Yuri.”
 
“I…” Yurio choked, lifting a hand to his mouth as though it would stop the
shameful words from coming out. “I want you. I want you to fuck me.”
 
That was good enough for Otabek, and he wordlessly led him to his room. He
grabbed his lube from the top drawer and say down on the bed, squirting it into
his hand and applying it to his cock. Yurio watched nervously, not wanting to
sit on his sore ass, and probably too nervous to do anything without permission
anyway.
 
Once Otabek felt he was coated enough, he motioned Yurio closer.
 
“I’m not going to prep you.” He told him. “You’re going to ride my cock, facing
me, so you can’t forget who it is that’s fucking you.”
Yurio visibly winced, knowing that each time Otabek slid inside him, his thighs
would smack against his tender, stinging skin.
“That’s…” He began, but Otabek shot him a glare, grabbed his hand and pulled
him close.
“You do as I say.” He barked at him. “Now come here, sit. One leg on either
side of me.”
 
Yurio climbed on top of him, careful to avoid brushing his cock, but Otabek
wasted no time grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them apart. He ignored
Yurio’s moan of pain, and guided him down so the head of his cock was pressed
against Yurio’s entrance.
“It’s going to hurt.” Yurio protested, but Otabek just laughed darkly.
“Lucky you like that.” He replied, starting to push. He saw Yurio squeeze his
eyes shut, but felt him relax his muscles, obviously knowing what to do to make
it easier. Yurio’s nails bit deep into his shoulders as Otabek slowly sank
inside of him. He was so hot and tight around him, and Otabek was glad that
he’d already come once today or he wouldn’t be able to last.
Once he was all the way in, Yurio sitting in his lap in the most perverse way
possible, they both froze; Yurio getting used to the intrusion and Otabek
absorbing all the new feelings coursing through him.
 
“Open your eyes.” Otabek commanded, and Yurio obeyed. They looked hazy, as
though there was a thin layer of mist covering his pupils and he wasn’t really
seeing anything.
“Otabek…” He said, and his voice made him sound like he was in the middle of a
dream, like he was only half there.
Each time Yurio shifted, even slightly, trying to relieve the pain he was
feeling from having his burning skin pressed against Otabek’s, his ass would
clamp around Otabek’s cock, and Otabek knew he wouldn’t be able to hold still
for long. He needed movement, and cared less and less whether Yurio was ready
or not by the second.
“Fuck, Yurio.” He exhaled sharply. “Ride me.”
 
Yurio groaned softly, but did as he was told, rocking his hips, making both of
them moan. He moved gingerly, as though trying not to irritate his inflamed
skin, but Otabek eventually got sick of it and grabbed him tightly by his hips.
 
“If you’re not going to ride me properly, I’m going to make you.” He growled,
and pulled him down on his cock as he bucked upwards.
 
Yurio cried out in what mostly sounded like pain, but Otabek didn’t slow down.
Having Yurio bouncing in his lap was just too hot, and he wasn’t sure if he’d
be able to stop even if he needed to. Yurio’s whimpers eventually gave way to
moans, and when Otabek snaked a hand between them, wrapping it around Yurio’s
cock and stroking while he rode him, Yurio collapsed forward and buried his
face in the crook of Otabek’s neck.
 
“Oh god, Otabek…” He moaned into his shoulder, and it sounded so hot having his
name said in that voice that Otabek wasn’t going to complain.
 
“That feel good, Yurio?” He murmured, eyes half-lidded and a wicked smirk on
his face. “Is that how you like it? I want to hear you say how much you love
it.”
 
“Oh fuck, so good.” Yurio gasped, no longer bothered by – maybe even enjoying –
the pain caused whenever Otabek’s thighs smacked against his ass. “Please don’t
stop, I want it so bad.”
 
“Who do you want?” Otabek pressed, speeding up his hand on Yurio’s cock. He was
close to coming, and the motions of his hips were jerky and erratic.
 
“I want you.” He moaned, without a second thought. “Oh god, I want you.”
 
The words sent a thrill through Otabek, and after a couple more thrusts he
came, slamming his hips into Yurio as he climaxed. He fell back against the bed
once he came down from it, letting Yurio stroke himself to completion as he
rocked back and forth on his cock, flinching as he felt him come on his chest.
 
The room was filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and
the creaking of the bed as Yurio climbed off Otabek, collapsing onto his
stomach.
Neither of them said anything as they lay there, but they both understood
without speaking that Yurio would be sleeping over again. The silence continued
as they crawled under the covers and for a moment, Otabek felt like he should
say good night or something, but then Yurio was asleep and Otabek followed soon
after.
 
He woke the next morning with the sunlight hitting his face through a gap in
the curtains, and an empty bed where Yurio had been the night before.
Otabek stretched, yawned, rubbed his eyes and smiled to himself, feeling oddly
serene.
 
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The next time they saw each other was at the qualifier for the Grand Prix.
Viktor was no longer flitting around Yurio like a moth around a light as he had
in the past, and was situated around another competitor (unsurprisingly) by the
name of Katsuki Yuuri. Yurio was unusually quiet as he made his way by, his new
coaches following closely behind him, pointedly not looking at Otabek, which
didn’t bother him very much, if he was honest. He made sure to brush against
him as he left the kiss and cry that day, hand subtly grazing the curve of his
ass. Yurio stiffened at the touch.
 
“See you soon.” Otabek whispered in his ear as he breezed past, not waiting for
a response. He already knew that Yurio wouldn’t be able to stay away.
End Notes
     Why did I write this? I must have a problem. I abused my little Yurio
     kitty but he liked it. Why did I do this.
     And people actually wanted to read this? I. . . I. I won't do this
     kind of thing again. It was a dark thought. It came out of nowhere in
     the evening time and by the time I realized what I had done, I have
     completed this forbidden work. Truthfully, I kind of want to see some
     artwork of a domineering Otabek giving into his Yurio kink. But
     that's just me. Eheh.
     Everyone, please forgive me for wasting your time with this. I'll do
     better next time. . .! ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭
     Please place your comments in the box, for this piece I don't even
     want to ask for kudos.
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