Warning: This story contains parts with harassment, but not as major that it needs to be rated M. Don't read if you don't like that type of stories :D
"Minako, I have no idea why you took me to this place," Yuuri wailed, clutching onto his ballet teachers arm so he wouldn't fall due to the many drinks he consumed since they entered the club. He knew before he started drinking it would be a bad idea, but how else could he forget his recent heartbreak? How else could he have fun?
Minako rolls her eyes. "Because of all the hot looking men, duh." Then noticing Yuuri's look she corrects herself. "Because of all the gorgeous women, duh. Have you already seen one?"
"Yes, I have. She's standing right in front of me," Yuuri smirked, drunkenly while enveloping his arms around her neck in an attempt to dance with her.
"Aw, thank you Yuuri, but I'm too old for you," Minako replied then tried to free herself from the young skater's arms. "But how about you look around a little and find someone your own age? Those girls seem to be interested in you."
Yuuri follows his ballet teacher's gaze and finds a group of girls. With a dull expression on his face, the Japanese boy comments; "Nah! They don't look mature enough."
"Mature enough to be allowed into this place," Minako sighed. Yuuri simply shrugged then looked around, searching for something interesting to do. Suddenly the people all grew silent and stared at the entrance door. Some of them, mostly females, started to swoon and giggle. Others, mostly men, grabbed their date around their waist then scurried away, searching for a save spot. Minako frowned. "What's wrong with everyone?"
Yuuri shrugs then both he and Minako follow the crowd's gaze and saw a tall man wearing a black suit with black tie had entered the club. He was accompanied by two men. They looked fairly young, but really strong. They were also in black suit and black tie and wearing sunglasses. One of them was dark haired and the other was blond. The tall man had short, wavy silver hair and a lonesome bang covered his left eye. Judging by the color of his right eye, you could tell they were blue, and his hands were tucked into the pockets of his suit.
Yuuri had never seen such beautiful blue eyes. Nor he had ever seen anyone with such a sharp jawline. He wondered if it was sharp enough to cut his finger if he stroked his face. There is only one way to find out, right?
"YOU!" Yuuri bellowed, swaying a little with each step as he approached the group. All the other people either held their breath in fear or proceeded swooning.
"Ehm, Yuuri…I don't think you should…
"Sst!" Yuuri said and placed his finger onto his own lips as he turned his head to look at his ballet teacher. "There are plenty enough here for you to take, but this host is mine, okay?"
Minako smiles sheepishly. "Yuuri, I don't think he's one of the club's hosts. I mean, I don't even think they have hosts in Russian nightclubs."
Yuuri simply ignores his friend and teacher then grabs the silver haired man's tie, forcefully, pulling him forward. Their faces nearly touched when Yuuri smirked; "Well well, you are handsome looking host. How about you drink something with me, huh? My treat of course."
Before the silver haired stranger could react, Yuuri used his tie as a leash and led him to and empty seat in the corner of the club. The two boys, obviously the silver haired man's bodyguards, stepped forward to intervene, but with one simply stop sign of their boss's hand, they stepped back and remained standing aside.
With her mouth dropped open, Minako stared at what happened before her. Yuuri, the shyest boy in Hasetsu, just snatched the most hot looking man away. But not only that, she always thought girls were more his type. Then she merely shrugged and scurried closer towards the dark haired boy.
"Hey, do you think your boss would mind if you drank…" Minako blinked her eyes a few times when she tried to read the ID as he showed it to her. "Otabek Altin…age…" Minako giggled. "Ah, sorry. Your hair and appearance made you look years…you know what, never mind. I'll just go…" Without another word and blushing in embarrassment, Minako left.
Yuuri giggled in amusement as he poured a glass of champagne then orders as he holds the glass in front of his male host's face; "Here, drink!" The silver haired stranger gave Yuuri a motionless look then took the glass. Yuuri smirked happily and asks; "Did you know I'm trying to become a professional figure skater?" Then, noticing how the 'male host' scans him up and down; "Yeah, I know I don't have the right posture for a figure skater." Yuuri sighed sadly. "I don't really know why, but every time I face a problem, I start binge eating and..." Yuuri gulped slightly when his nose nearly touched the silver haired man's nose as he held his chin.
"Little piggy, maybe you're not old enough to be in a club like this," the silver haired stranger said, caressing Yuuri's lips with his thumb as he spoke in a low, heavy Russian accented tone of voice. A flustered blush colored Yuuri's cheeks. "Maybe piggy puts himself in danger by coming here."
Suddenly feeling more insulted than flustered, Yuuri slaps the man's hand away and harrumphs; "For your information, I'm 23 years old and I came here to have fun and find a little danger!"
"Interesting," the silver haired man said, holding his finger onto his own lips as he started to look thoughtfully for a moment. Then, without another word, he sets the glass of champagne onto the nearby table and stands up. Then straightens his suit and walks towards the boys who came in with him. He whispers something into Otabek's ear then leaves.
Yuuri sighs sadly. Maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh. Now he chased the only, best looking male host of the club away. Yuuri started to ponder what to do next when two shadows casted over him. He lifted his eyes up and found the two boys that came in with the silver haired male host, both smirking wickedly at him. Then, before Yuuri could do anything, the tallest of them hoisted him over his shoulder and walked out the club while the blond one looked around to see if anyone noticed anything then hurried after his friend.
Yuuri kicked and screamed, demanding the two boys to tell him where they were taking him, but all they did was carry him down a long, dark hallway and into an elevator. A little while later they exited the elevator again and it was not hard for Yuuri to guess he was about to be taken to a room above the nightclub. Usually club hosts took their costumer there to give them extra service, when asked for it, but Yuuri couldn't remember he even asked for the extra service. All he knew his male host had left without a word.
"I'm ordering you to tell me…" Yuuri bellowed soon the dark haired boy placed him back on the floor, opened the door to a room then pushed him inside. Before Yuuri had the chance to turn and run back, the door closed behind him.
Looking around warily, Yuuri wondered what just happened. If he didn't know better he was just kidnapped, but he wasn't, was he? Suddenly a brown poodle dashed towards him, wagging his tail happily. Yuuri instantly felt slightly better, because psychopaths wouldn't have a pet, right?
While stroking the dog's brown curls, Yuuri heard footsteps approach then when he looked up he found the silver haired male host. He was still wearing his suit but the tie was hanging loosened down his neck and the first two buttons of his shirt was un-buttoned. He was holding two glasses of wine.
"Makkachin seems to like you," he said with an half-smile then handed Yuuri one of the two glasses as he slowly rose back to his feet. The dog, Makkachin, kept circling around their feet happily.
"I like dogs," Yuuri replied, shyly then took the glass of wine. "Why did you run off and have two thugs carrying me in here?" The silver haired man eyed Yuuri up and down without a word. Yuuri became quite nervous again and tried to straighten his shirt, hiding his tummy. Then he took a big gulp of the wine, to regain some courage.
"You said you're a figure skater," the man suddenly said, taking his loose tie off then threw it towards the bed in the corner of the room. It fell on the floor instead. "Can you tell me a little more, little piggy?"
Yuuri dropped his eyes, nervously. "I don't really like to be called names."
"They call it programs, right?" the silver haired host asked, not taking notice of what Yuuri just said. "What's your program called?"
"Eros," Yuuri replied softly then heard his 'host' chuckle. "Yeah, I know it, alright? You are not the first person who tells me I have no Eros in me. I must be crazy thinking I can be a player and…" Suddenly his glass of wine was taken from his hand. Yuuri frowned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
The silver haired man sets the two glasses onto a nearby table then grabs Yuuri's chin, penetrates his blue eye into Yuuri's brown ones and whispers; "I wouldn't be so sure, piggy. You were quite a player downstairs."
"Well, actually…" Yuuri blushed nervously. "I drank a bit too much of alcohol, but thanks to your two buddies, I'm sober again."
"Trust me, you don't need alcohol to unleash your Eros. I have a few other ideas in mind with the same results." Yuuri gulped slightly when he saw the tiny, playful sparkle in his host eye as he spoke to him. Then his host pierced his blue eye back into Yuuri's and said, curtly; "Take off your clothes."
Yuuri froze in his spot and a cold chill ran down his spine. Then, when he finally found his voice, he stutters; "W-what?"
"You said you came here to have fun, don't you remember?" the silver haired host asked, taking a step closer as he backed Yuuri towards the bed then pushed him onto the bed. Yuuri's heart skipped a few beats in utter fear.
"Look…Sir…I'm sorry you got the wrong impression, but I only came to this club for a couple of drinks, nothing more," Yuuri stuttered as he scooted away onto the bed, trying to get away from the man who eyed him up and down, hungrily. "I-I came here to try forget my girlfriend. You see, I found her in our hotel room with a strange boy doing...thing."
"What kind of things did they do?" the silver haired man asked, slowly getting onto the bed then approached Yuuri on his hands and knees, grinning from ear to ear. Yuuri's face turned completely pale and tears started to wet his eyes. "Did they do what we're going to do?"
"W-what?" Yuuri stuttered, turning even more pale and started to shake like a leaf. "N-No. You got the wrong impression." More tears started to well in his eyes as he tried to scoot back, further away from the man he thought was friendly, but turned out to be a predator instead.
Before Yuuri knew what happened, the man grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pulled him closer. Then he whispers softly into is ear, flirtatiously; "Just relax, okay? I'm just here trying to help you."
"Help ,me?" Yuuri stuttered anxiously. "Helping me with what?"
"Finding your Eros again," the silver haired man replied, taking off Yuuri's glasses then softly caressed the side of his left cheek. "I mean, you do want to show all those people how wrong they are, right? I will help you find your Eros, so you can show it on the ice. And I'll be there, watching you, like some sort of a coach. Do you want me to be your coach, piggy?"
"NO! Please stop!" Yuuri cried anxiously, trying to scoot back and away from his attacker. Sadly, the host was holding a part of his shirt and it tore apart, revealing a part of Yuuri's chest. His eyes grew in shock. Yuuri followed his host's gaze and saw the scar he had as long as he could remember, though, he could not remember how he got it in the first place. It ran from his left side of his chest to his right side, like a small seam. His attackers mouth opened and closed, as if he was speechless for the first time.
"Boss Nikiforov?" Yuuri's attacker's face slowly turned murderous then turned to face the door where a person just had barged inside without knocking first.
"YOU!" the silver haired man yelled in rage and stomped towards the man then grabbed him by his hair. "How many times do I need to tell you to not interrupt me when I'm in my room?!"
"Boss Nikiforov?!" Yuuri's heart froze in fear when the name echoed through his mind. "Boss Nikiforov, as in…Viktor Nikiforov? Russia's biggest, baddest, and most notorious mafia leader? He's always all over the news, and- oh no, I thought he was a male gigolo. Crap! I have to find a way to…
"You, don't move!" Viktor bellowed, cutting off Yuuri's thought. When the boy looked up he saw the demand was addressed to him. Anger was written all over his face as he dragged the man, by his hair, out the door. Then Yuuri heard the lock, announcing he was just locked inside Russia's most notorious mafia leader's bedroom.
Yuuri didn't hesitate for a second, grabbed the remains of his shirt and clutched it around his naked chest as he ran towards the bedroom window and opened it. He looked one more time at the bed to see if he could see his glasses, but it seemed they were gone. Maybe Viktor had taken it with him.
Yuuri whimpered anxiously as he stared down the window. It looked like he was two stores high, but he was too afraid to risk the jump. The last thing he wanted was breaking a leg then get caught again.
Yuuri thinks for a moment then starts to take all the blankets and sheets off the bed, knots them together and uses it as a rope to climb out the window. He realized he still hadn't enough, but took his chances and dropped himself the last few meters. Then, without any hesitation, he scrambled to his feet and started to run, as fast as he could and as far away from the club as he could.
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