A/N: *singsongs* what the fuck did I just write. Why do I even try anymore?

So yeah, you guys wanted Otayuri so here I am to give you Otayuri. Of course, tomorrow's chapter will be a Starstruck chapter but look on the bright bright bright side (Shield your eyes, it's pretty bright) THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS IS SMUT BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, THIS IS GOING TO BE THAT KIND OF STORY.

ENJOY PEOPLE

"Fuck off Viktor," Yuri growled, huffing as his hair fell in his face. Again. "I've already told you, I think it's stupid."

From where he sat perched on the threadbare sofa, Viktor whined. Yuri could just see his stupid pout without even turning around. He always wore that stupid fucking pout when he didn't get his way. Just like a child. He's three years older than me, shouldn't he act like it!

"Yurio," Viktor complained, that stupid nickname rolling off his tongue without a second thought. Never even caring that Yuri constantly complained about him using it. "You seem to think everything is stupid, have you ever considered that perhaps it isn't me, but instead, it is in fact, you?"

Pushing his blond hair out of his eyes even though he knew it was destined to just fall back in his face again, Yuri turned to glare at the boy. "Viktor, I'm not going to read your shitty poetry. For the last time!" Leave me alone, I don't care.

"It's not poetry, it's a song," Viktor complained. Because of course he'd bother with the minute details like that. He got so picky when it came to his stupid songs. "How long have you lived with us Yurio?"

"To long," Yuri muttered under his breath, hating that Viktor would bring up this argument in particular. It was not only his shittiest but his inadvertently cruelest as well. Yuri despised him for it.

"How long Kitten, too long is not an answer," Viktor chided, wagging one long finger disapprovingly. Blue eyes watched him expectantly, as if clearly this was a perfectly normal exchange and Yuri was simply a slow student or something.

Clenching his jaw, Yuri spat, "Two years." at the silver-haired boy.

"And when have I ever written poetry?" Viktor asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cursing at the irritating creature in a mix of Russian and English that he was fully aware the man understood, Yuri snapped, "Alright, I fucking get it. It's not poetry, it's music. I still don't give a fuck."

Viktor sighed and his long hair fell around his face as he put his head down. "I'm not even asking you to read it Yurio, I want you to listen to it."

"I don't want to listen to you read it!" Yuri exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air before turning over in the armchair and attempting to block the man out. "I get that you think you're some sort of fucking genius or something but don't drag me into this." Under his breath, Yuri added, "I liked you better when I only had to deal with you every other day."

"But Yurio," Viktor wailed. "You like music!" Again, a pathetic argument.

"Not that much," Yuri protested hotly. "Not enough to listen to your stupid song."

"But you play the bass guitar," Viktor argued reasonably. "And you're really very good at it Yurio, especially for a fourteen year old, why are you so stubborn about this?"

"Because I like listening to music that's already been written, not your crappy idea of music," Yuri growled. "Leave me alone Viktor, you're being an asshole." He was, that much Yuri wasn't exaggerating.

Ignoring the last comment, Viktor said, "But I've heard you playing original music Yurio, what is that then?" He tilted his head. "That means you like to create Yurio, you must be honest with yourself."

Flushing angrily, annoyed that Viktor had been spying on him, Yuri snapped, "I don't do it often, okay! And it wasn't even that interesting, I was just bored. And this doesn't change the fact that I don't want to listen to your fucking song!"

"What if I told you it was singing?" Viktor tried and Yuri could feel his overly reasonable blue eyes boring into the back of his neck. "Would that make it any better?"

"I don't want to listen to you sing Viktor, you'll sound stupid."

"But it has music!" Viktor insisted, and suddenly, Yuri became aware of the fact that the man was smiling in that way he did when he knew something everyone else didn't. It irked him. "Please just listen to it for a moment."

Deciding that he wasn't going to get out of this, no matter what he fucking said, Yuri snapped, "Fucking alright! Just leave me alone after this."

With a grin, Viktor pulled over his crappy laptop and clicked a button. Goddamnit, he knew I was going to cave. That fucking- Then the music started and Yuuri bolted upright. "That tune!" he nearly yelled, staring at Viktor who wore a proud smirk. "Those chords, that's-" Turning red with fury, Yuri spat, "That's the stupid fucking music I came up with!"

"Shhh, Kitten, you won't be able to hear it," Viktor chided, winking.

Falling silent, more due to the fact he was entirely stunned than any desire to listen to something Viktor had composed, Yuri's mouth hung open as he listened. It was definitely his music, he was pretty sure it was actually him playing. More than that, he didn't sound half bad.

Neither, he realized, did Viktor, though he'd never say it out loud. The boy had always had a musical voice and nothing, not even puberty, had managed to strip him of it. But Yuri had never recognized how good it was until he was listening to it meld and flow with his own playing. Staring up at Viktor, Yuri shut his mouth resolutely and simply watched the boy as the rest of the song played out.

"What in the ever living fuck was that?" Yuri asked, his sage green eyes narrowed.

"It was music Yurio," Viktor said simply, though the look on his face was one of absolute pride. Getting off the couch so he could dance in a happy circle, Viktor exclaimed, "I've been working on it for the past few weeks, it's called Eros and Agape, do you like it?"

Though the word no was on the tip of his tongue, Yuri's traitorous mind had other ideas. "Yes." Oh yes well done, feed his ego. But he couldn't stop himself. "Though it would sound better if I was playing that for real and you didn't have to cut it up to make it fit."

Viktor's eyes lit up and Yuri instantly knew that he had forfeited his right to be pissed about this. "Would you Yurio," Viktor asked, his hair swirling around his shoulders as he spun to a stop. "For me?"

"Not for you," Yuri snapped, glowering. "For myself."

Viktor smirked unexpectedly. "That was the right answer Kitten."

Four hours later, Yuri's fingers throbbed, his throat hurt and his mind was spinning. He'd actually had fun. Usually Viktor only managed to piss him off, his presense intolerable for more than an hour, but this had been different. Yuri felt like he'd accomplished something and he didn't even care that it was stupid because it felt good.

They'd played Viktor's song for a while, tweaking it and making it sound like something. Yuri was good enough on base that he was able to pick up and change a tune relatively quickly. Due to that skill, he'd been able to keep up with Viktor's mile per minute way of going about everything without breaking a sweat. Viktor, by the same token, seemed to change a bit when he focused on something like music and therefore, his personality hadn't been so grating.

One song had become two, which had become three. Viktor had a lot of ideas and Yuri had a lot of built up pressure in his head that playing music had released some of. It had worked.

Still, he was glad for the break.

Hunching his shoulders against the stiff chill of the Oryol night, Yuri sighed. Honestly, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. It was a nice change from the nightmare his life had turned into. Maybe Viktor's not all bad…

They'd known each other since Yuri was five. Viktor had been a happy idiot that got on his nerves, even at that age. Yuri had been a surly child who didn't really want to have to deal with his horse shit. Somehow though, they'd struck up a fast friendship.

Viktor was an oddball. His parents, whoever they were, had left him on the doorstep of Yakov and Lilia Feltsman with nothing but a last name, Nikiforov. Despite this he'd grown up to be a normal child, not really the type to care one way or another how he came to be, simply willing to be happy he existed. Yuri didn't like it, but that was mostly just a result of Yuri finding most things annoying.

They'd been friends for years, up until the tragic deaths of Yuri's parents. With no other living relatives and no place to go, Viktor's parents had take him in willingly. Yuri had spent the past two years angry at the world. Even Viktor, someone who he considered a safe thing to trust, had become too much.

Yet this, this music thing, it felt different. Yuri felt different. Almost like pouring his heart out into playing bass and singing backup for Viktor was an outlet. Who cared if it was childish, who cared if he was only fourteen and this was stupid, it made him feel better. Less angry at everything, more calm.

So maybe he can sing and maybe I can play. Maybe this is what I needed.

He might as well give it a chance.

It's not like it's going to go anywhere.

6 years later

"We've got a show everybody, look alive!" Viktor called irritatingly, already standing in the middle of the dressing room ready to go. His silver hair was styled back from his face on the right, leaving his side bangs to hang down to just over his left eye and the sunglasses he was wearing. The makeup he had on looked mildly ridiculous but for this particular tour, they were all going with a bit of a darker look.

We should probably tune it down. We look like drug addicts...

All in all, Viktor looked, as far as Yuri was concerned, like an idiot. Unfortunately, the rest of the world seemed to think he looked devastatingly attractive. Yuri had long since accepted that he wasn't going to win this one.

"Viktor," Christophe said, pouting from where he sat, finishing up with his mascara. It would have been funny, but Yuri had to put it on as well so he couldn't fully enjoy how ridiculous the others looked. "You don't need to beat us over the head with it, we know."

"This is the first show of the tour," JJ pointed out, grinning as he spun around on the single rotating chair in the room. He too had already donned his sunglasses, and was attempting to look over them in a sexy way which in Yuri's opinion, made him look like an asshole. "But we're going to do awesome! Or at least I am." He grinned and Yuri scoffed, returning to his task of applying his eyeliner.

Christophe gasped. "JJ, you wound me, assuming I won't do far better than you could ever hope to."

"Haha, you wish Chirs. I think you're just jealous!"

"Ladies," Viktor lilted, laughing musically. "You both play beautifully. We're going to do fine tonight." He glanced over at Yuri, who furiously started blending his eyemakeup. "Wouldn't you agree Kitten?"

"Fuck off." Yuri always got more peevish when it came to performances. He'd never once been nervous but he was definitely on a shorter fuse. Viktor only ever made it more intolerable. Deeming his dramatic makeup to be enough, the short blond turned in his chair and flounced over to the clothing rack, from which he withdrew a dark purple blazer.

Stupid Viktor and his dumb ideas for color palettes and clothing. Not that he looked bad or anything. In his ripped tank top and tight pants, Yuri looked rather hot. Sexy even. Definitely on par with the rest of the band who all were wearing various variations of the same idea. Lots of dark colors, lots of tight pants and ripped shirts. They looked a tad ridiculous, but… Viktor did ridiculous and the rest of them sort of went along for the ride.

"Uh oh," JJ crooned. "Looks like someone has their claws out." Elbowing Yuri in the side playfully as he reached for his own overcoat, the man teased, "Aren't you going to lighten up?"

"No!" Yuri snapped, irritable. The other band members laughed, but that was to be expected. They were all used to each other and after five years of playing together, the others were as scared of Yuri's temper as they were annoyed at Viktor's flightiness. It was just a fact and they lived with it.

But even with his ruffled feathers, Yuri's irritation evaporated the moment a stage tech poked their head through the door and said, "You're on in ten. Are you ready?"

Looking his friends over, Viktor smiled easily. "I think we are."

As they walked, Yuri trailed behind. This would mark the beginning of their second tour of Europe, the first one having ended a year ago. The History Makers, as they'd collectively elected to be called, had been rising in popularity since the moment their first album hit the shelves, Born to Be Legend. This tour would mark the debut of their second album, Welcome to the Madness.

Yuri was honestly rather pleased with the whole thing, seeing as he'd played a major part in writing many of the songs, even going so far as to work on the lyrics of some of them. Whereas the last album had been entirely Viktor's in terms of the writing and a good portion of the music, this one had something of Yuri in it and it showed. It was definitely harder than the usual music they played and it had a bit more flair to it.

And now they were going to be out there performing it and though Yuri was mostly full of annoyance at every little thing, he was also excited. He was tired of them being so claustrophobically pure, he liked this slight modification to their image. Finally, something he could excel at. Anger. And, if others had anything to say about it, possibly something a little more sexual.

But hey, Yuri could handle that too. Probably. He wasn't an angel after all. If their legions of adoring fans were any indication, he was definitely doing something right.

Abandoning his childish reflections at the door as he put on his own pair of sunglasses, Yuri stepped backstage after Christophe and started mentally preparing himself. Not that he particularly needed to, he'd been ready for hours. The screaming of the crowd, which years ago when they'd started this, he'd assumed would annoy him, only made his bones thrum with anticipation.

As they ran through their pre-show checks, making sure everything was working, making sure there mics were in place, generally getting all the last minutes jitters out of their systems, Yuri was silent. He usually was, only feeling the need to jump in when someone made a stupid-ass comment that demanded to be called out as such. Other than that, he just listened to the roar of the crowd and the rush of blood in his own ears.

After he turned on his equipment, he wouldn't be able to hear anything but his band mates and his own music. So Yuri just listened. That's for us. Of course logically it was mostly for Viktor but they were all under the spotlight so the man soaked it in regardless. And to think I used to believe that this was a stupid dream. Heh, it's almost funny.

Then one of the sound crew came around and called, "Okay, everything's up and running. You're on in one. Good luck!" Viktor naturally gave the man a thumbs up, Christophe smiled lazily and JJ grinned. Yuri just faced forward and switched on his earpiece, ready for this to start.

As the curtain rose, Viktor called out his usual greeting to the crowd. Yuri ignored him, instead holding his head up high and staring out over the crowd. Everyone was screaming, though Yuri couldn't hear a bit of it. He could see their thousands of upturned faces through the glare of the spotlights though. The looks of adoration and excitement were palpably real.

Then Christophe started the beat to their first song and Yuri's focus snapped into place like a rubber band.

His fingers moved, no danced as he poured his soul into the music. All of the pent up emotion that had been building within him left him in a rush, making way for the pure adrenaline that took it's place. Yuri's body moved without any conscious thought as Viktor's singing and the playing of his friends filled him. They sounded good. Hell, they sounded excellent and the people below them were loving it.

Yuri's eyes swept the crowd again from behind his sunglasses. His voice carried behind Viktor's as the man sang, joining in with his friends as he provided backup vocals. All of it, Yuri did without hardly thinking. He didn't need to think, this was where he belonged.

Then something caught his eye, something that made him faulter in his singing imperceptibly.

A pair of dark eyes watching him from the front row.

The man was tall, expressionless but for the way his eyebrows knit together as if he were focusing intently on what was happening. The girl next to him, a younger sibling perhaps, had her eyes fixed on Viktor and was screaming but the man just stared at Yuri. In the extreme shadows cast by the spotlight, his hard face was thrown into contrast, making the man look even more intense than he would have looked already. His eyes seemed to lock with Yuri's at once and though Yuri might have been imagining things, the man's mouth twitched ever so slightly.

In turn, Yuri suddenly found himself unable to breathe.

Yuri was used to being watched, he was on a stage after all, of course people would be watching him, but he'd never been watched like that. With such a single minded intensity that seemed to be taking Yuri apart piece by piece. Or perhaps just taking my clothing off piece by piece. Yuri, who had never really cared much for that particular brand of attention found his jacket suddenly becoming unbearably hot. Holy shit, I'm attracted to him. He's fucking attractive and he keeps staring at me like he wants to eat me. What the hell?

There was a good reason behind his shock. Yuri had never really found someone attractive before. He could appreciate beauty in general but no one that he'd actually met had managed to garner a physical response. Viktor had done his best to find someone Yuri would find attractive, somehow deciding that Yuri's love life was his concern. He'd tried to figure out what his preference was, giving him pretty much every option there was out there. Girls, guys, something in between, neither, Yuri had wanted none of it.

Mostly, it was because he thought people were fucking annoying and only a very few were tolerable. He had no desire to get close to any of them and the idea of doing so for nothing more than a one-night stand in a seedy hotel room was not his idea of a good time. Nope, he'd gladly leave that to his friends.

It totally wasn't because Yuri had deep rooted trust issues about everyone leaving him after his parents had died, preventing him from ever actually letting people in or performing any act more intimate than a hug. No, Viktor was full of shit for even suggesting such a thing.

So the fact that Yuri was staring at this stranger and suddenly wondering if maybe the idea of being eaten wasn't quite so bad was a huge fucking deal. See, suck it Viktor, I'm not Asexual after all! He just was apparently attracted to dark, intimidating, intense yet very sexy men…

Without meaning to, Yuri found himself playing to the stranger, as if just by his music he could understand what the hell was wrong with him and possible what the hell was up with the person staring at him. Though he typically liked to scan the crowd, finding this was most enjoyed, Yuri couldn't take his eyes off the perfect stranger in the front row seats. He felt like all the fire in his veins had been focused and condensed down to a point, and at the center were those dark eyes fixed on him.

He probably realizes I'm staring. The thought exhilarated Yuri and he found himself acting up a bit. At first it was a simple lowering of the lashes but at the point where Viktor had deemed they could removed their coats, Yuri did so in a purposely taunting way, almost as if he were commanding the man to watch him. Undress me, watch me, want me.

God what am I doing? Seeing as he had nothing to go off of, Yuri literally had no idea. He just acted, every movement becoming gradually more decadent, debauched. Still powerful and in time with the music but at the same time, intentionally tantalizing.

I don't even know this guy and I might as well be dancing on his lap for how subtle I'm being.

But whatever objections Yuri's mind could conjure up, nothing could have stopped him from feeling a rush of blood to his lower body when the man tilted his head back ever so slightly and lowered his lashes, as if taunting Yuri right back, daring him to try to pull him in. Like he couldn't resist, Yuuri's green eyes blazed under the spotlights and he bared his teeth in a dangerous grin. What do I even think I'm doing, I probably look fucking stupid right now. Shit.

But as his hair shifted away from his face, despite his hairspray and attempts to tame it, Yuri could feel the stranger's eyes raking over him, pulling at his clothes and demanding Yuri simply surrender. How he could get all this from a simple stare was a bit amazing, but Yuri wasn't one to imagine things and this man hadn't taken his eyes off of him for the entire show.

And if he wants a show, I'm going to fucking give him one.

Oh yeah, Yuri was probably just high off of adrenaline. Intoxicated by the thinly veiled want in the other man's gaze and his own thudding heart. Normally, he wasn't an exibitionist but it wasn't really out in public if the rest of the world had started to fade away, just leaving the two of them to stare at each other and take each other apart.

As the show drew to a close, Yuri could feel it all culminating at a peak. What a shame I'll never see him again, Yuri thought, distinctly disappointed. That emotion however suddenly flared into a crazy sort of determination. So why not make him remember me?

Though it wasn't scripted and doubtless Viktor would be at least a little bit annoyed later on, as the last song drew to an epic close, Yuri pulled the stupid-ass sunglasses off his face and threw them directly at the stranger. It was crazy thing, seeing the crowd go wild in response to his stunt and then feeling his heart go wild as the man caught the glasses in a raised hand before putting them on and staring at Yuri through them with a look that set his entire body on fire.

Holy shit.

The roaring of the crowd nearly deafened him as he shut the equipment off.

Holy shit.

With that dark smoldering stare still fixed on him, the stranger let one eye close in a wink.

Holy mother fucking shit.

The lights went out, and the show ended in a avalanche of cheering.

Meanwhile, Yuri just tried to figure out what the hell he'd just done and why he didn't regret it at all.

Shit…

A/N: Yep. Expect drinking, stupidity and a lot of smut next chapter.

I have no life, I have no desire to have one.

I'll just see myself out.