(A/N - College-type AU, forgive the horrible summary, I've never been good at them. Any major warnings, such as a specific kink or violence, will head each chapter if they happen! Please review and follow if you like this story so far, I will be trying to post at least once a week on this so long as work permits! Thank you and I hope you enjoy this first chapter!)

Music rattled the windows of the brightly painted Victorian house, students of the local high school and college mixing together in ever-flowing streams into and out of the open front and back doors. Bright colors worn by flashy young men and women illuminated the darkened yard as flashing strobes broke through the windows. In any other neighborhood the type of noise and general volume of the house party would have attracted the negative attention of an angry neighbor calling in a noise complaint, however this was a daily occurrence this close to the college. The home would certainly be assumed to be a fraternity or sorority house from the appearance and yet it was not. It belonged to the parents of a student; parents who were almost never home because of their frequent business trips. This was evident by the sad state the house was always in. The lawn was almost always littered in red solo cups with the occasional abandoned jacket, and the inside reeked of stale beer that had been spilled in the weeks before and cheap perfumes worn by the more flamboyant of the frequenters. The scent, however, seemed not to effect the goings-on within the walls. These parties were part of the everyday life for the majority of these college and high school students.

For one male standing on the outskirts of the backyard, scowling at the other students who came even remotely close to him, these parties were anything but commonplace. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the splintered white fence, one leather booted foot planted firmly against the wood behind him. Slim red jeans adorned his luxuriously long and slender legs, the color a fashionably stark contrast to the black and leopard print zip hoodie he wore, the hood of which he had drawn upwards. His long, natural platinum blond hair fell in cascades over his right eye, leaving only one Prussian green orb to peer out standoffishly from under thick pale lashes. He sulked, watching the man he had accompanied to this gathering schmooze up to the son of the owners of this house; someone that he was certainly not fond of. It hadn't been his friend's idea to come, and he regretted the decision to allow himself to be convinced. He should have been home by now, after all, they had agreed on only one hour and here it was nearly three later. The pale-skinned male had already nursed down three beers and was now simply irritable.

With a sense of defiance to the dancing, stumbling, and acts coming dangerously close to voyeurism going on around him, porcelain fingers pulled a phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He tapped aggressively at the screen, trying to occupy himself. He was only going to wait fifteen more minutes. If his so called friend wasn't done lapping at the heels of that jerk then he was leaving him behind to the wolves here.

The jarring sensation of someone suddenly grabbing his shoulders and leaning into him brought the male back to reality with a growl after only five minutes of social media. "What?!" He snapped, glaring up at the very person whom he did not want to speak tonight. "Don't fucking touch me!" Roughly the male shoved his phone into his front pocket, staring down the undesirable visitor.

"Yuri, I'm hurt!" The dark-haired man said, placing a hand on his chest, a mock sense of hurt on his face. "I thought we were friends."

"Eat shit and die," Yuri said in a low voice before shrugging off the remaining unwelcome hand and starting off past him. This was a mistake. Yuri grunted as his wrist was grabbed from behind, halting him. "Was I un-fucking-clear? I said, "Eat shit and die," J.J.," His voice was dripping with a palpable venom. "I do not want to talk to you." The hand tightened, and Yuri began grinding his teeth together. "Are you stupid on top of being ugly or?"

J.J. grinned and pulled the other closer so he could speak in a hushed tone. "Yuri, what are you acting so unfriendly for? You're bringing everyone around you down. It's not very nice, you know?"

"Do I… Care?" Yuri said, flashing an aggressive glance back at the taller male.

A feigned look of fright crossed the other male's face before he grinned. "C'mon. You're not still mad about that thing in high school are you? Don't ruin my party because of it. It was pretty funny and you know it. We didn't think you'd be serious about it. Let me make it up to you! I know a great guy who would love-"

"I said fuck off!" Yuri yanked his wrist away from the other, rubbing it in his free hand. His skin reddened from the sudden release of pressure.

J.J. made a face at the younger male before shrugging. "Alright, so if not someone else then what? Maybe…" he hummed as if in thought allowing Yuri the chance to begin walking again. "Yuri! Hey!" He shouted, chasing after the slight male. He followed him closely all the way to the back door of the house. "Yuri! Hold it!" A sudden grip to his shoulder stopped the blond again. J.J. leaned in closer to him and whispered something into his ear; something that caused Yuri's face to burn in both rage and embarrassment. "So what about it?" He said lowly, "Want to try? I've never kissed a guy before."

Yuri whirled around, mouth open to shout what was likely profanities at the other when his mouth was covered by the Canadian's lips. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates before he shoved the other back as hard as he could. J.J. stumbled slightly. "What the fuck are you doing!? How drunk are you?" The scent of alcohol was nauseatingly strong this close to the other.

J.J. rolled his eyes. "Oh come on now. I've always wanted to try a guy, plus you sort of look like a girl so it's like a natural transition. I'm good looking, what's the issue?"

Yuri's eyes bulged in rage before he huffed, averting his eyes to the ground between them. His mind raced, thinking of ways he could escape the given situation when an idea crossed his mind. Finally a sneer broke out on his face. "So you think you can keep up with me? Really? You want to screw a guy? Fine. But it's on one condition." Yuri wagged a finger in the other male's face for a second before he dropped his hand to the other male's collar. Yuri yanked him down so their faces were nearly touching. The blond leaned even closer in order to whisper in the other's ear, his lips brushing against the Canadian's sensitive lobe. "In your parent's bedroom. And I'm kinky so…" he trained his voice off, nipping at the other's ear and causing J.J. to shudder as gooseflesh broke on him. Yuri chuckled lowly at his own acting ability. He silently awarded himself an Oscar.

J.J.'s face reddened from more than the alcohol running through his veins. "Kinky?" He whispered, raising an arched brow. He swallowed hard, "Kinky how?"

Yuri hissed inward before shaking his head. "You want to spoil the surprise? How lame, J.J." This seemed to both coax and excite the other, who shook his head with vigor.

"No! No, of course not, I'll play. Let's go," J.J. said, grabbing the Russian's hand and practically dragging him through the throngs of people to get to the upstairs. He quickly walked to the last room in the currently very filthy hall and unlocked the only door that was forbidden to party guests.

Within seconds of closing the door the two men descended upon each other like hungry beasts, open-mouthed and messy kisses wetting their lips and chins generously. Yuri tangled his fingers in J.J.'s black locks and tugged roughly, eliciting a deep and throaty groan from the other. The blond began to back the other up slowly as he entranced him with his tongue, taking one hand from his hair to lower it down J.J.'s chest and waist. He started palming the other through his pants, giving his enemy the show of a desperate, lusty moan. It was all too convincing. As soon as he felt J.J. halt, he grinned, a slender hand raising from J.J.'s now straining cock to shove the center of the other male's chest. He sent him tumbling backwards onto the neatly made bed.

"Damn, babe!" J.J. gasped as Yuri straddled his hips, grinding against him lewdly. He suddenly yanked J.J.'s shirt open in such a way that sent the buttons flying. "I knew you'd want this!" J.J. chuckled, bucking up into the smaller man's hips.

"Shut it! Strip!" Yuri commanded as he tore the ruined Armani dress shirt from the other's arms. He stepped off of the other male, gesturing to his pants. "Lose'em, lover boy."

Yuri watched the Canadian's Adam's apple bob, enjoying the shocked look on his face, and enjoying the way the young man struggled to rid himself of his sneakers, socks, jeans, and boxers even more. "Boxers?" Yuri thought, disgusted, "Are you like five? No one wears those anymore. Not at your age." Though once they lowered Yuri raised a brow. "Not bad," he complimented, this time somewhat genuinely. "You're not tiny like I thought you'd be… Now get on the bed. On your back. I'm in control."

J.J. almost shouted an indignity back at the insult before he lost the ability to care in his excitement. "You've got it," he said, hurriedly climbing to the center of the bed and flopping down, cock standing to attention. It was beginning to weep in excitement. "Aren't you going to undress, baby?"

Yuri chuckled as he held onto the shirt, climbing onto the bed himself. He straddled the other again and seated himself on his chest, making sure he wasn't anywhere close to J.J.'s bare member. "Baby, I will, just be patient," Yuri groaned out sweetly, "I'm just gonna suck you off a little first. You're so hard and wet, I just can't help it! You look so delicious!" He said, feeling almost sickened at the believability of his tone. "But first… I wanna tie you up, J.J. Put your hands up towards the headboard. It really gets me off." The order left no room for arguments and when the other male opened him mouth to do so Yuri scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Oh my God, J.J., don't tell me you've never fucked like this! You're so boring. I knew you couldn't keep up with me."

The insult clammed the Canadian up rather quickly. Reluctantly, he raised his arms, grabbing one of the pillars of his parent's headboard. "O-Of course I have! I just wasn't expecting you to like bondage. It's all good, baby, that's hot!"

Yuri examined the other's red face and established that he was lying. He rolled his eyes and leaned over the other, using the remains of his shirt to tie his wrists to the headboard, just tightly enough to ensure the other really couldn't escape. He breathed a desperate, lusty sigh in the other's ear before laughing, startling the dark-haired male. "You fucking idiot," he breathed in his ear. With a glare he pulled away and got off of the bed, leaving the other naked and helpless. "I'd never fuck you. Not even if you were the last man alive."

"Wh-What!?" J.J. immediately began struggling. He yanked at the shirt, which in turn only tightened further, the fabric biting into his wrists harshly. "Yuri!?"

Yuri leaned down, grabbing the dark violet Calvin Klein boxers from the floor. He stood again and winked at the other. "You'll have to shout for help. I'm leaving you like this, sorry to say. But I'll take my souvenir! I hope your girlfriend doesn't hear about this!" Yuri held up the underwear, laughing hard as the other's face reddened even more. "Next time… When I say, "Eat. Shit. And. Die…" I expect you to listen. Later, Jay."

"Yuri! Yuri, don't you dare!" the Canadian shouted from the bed, his body quaking from anger. "I will kill you! YURI PLISETSKY!"

Yuri ignored him and sauntered through the door, grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat. "I bet you would have sucked in bed anyway~!" He sang.

Yuri left the door cracked open and walked down the stairs with a skip in his step as he swung the boxers around on his index finger. He was sure that he would hear about J.J. the next day on campus and nothing pleased him more. He had definitely won this round.

Otabek allowed himself to be pulled by his new "friend" into the crowded house, a rather distressed feeling climbing up his throat as he noted all of the couples tangles together on the lawn. The scent of beer and marijuana mixed in his nostrils making his sensitive nose crinkle in disgust. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. It had been four days since Otabek had transferred to the campus; a rather late arrival for the semester and yet his transcript had spoken leaps and bounds for him in the admissions office. Holder of a 4.0 GPA, Otabek was a model student. Strong and silent, he wasn't very interested in making friends with other students. The only reason that he was being tugged along by the rather excitable male in front of him was actually beyond Otabek, who by now was questioning his own resolve. The silver-haired Russian man had snatched him on his way to the dorms and had given him nearly no way out of coming tonight, casting aside all of Otabek's desperate excuses as if he hadn't heard them.

"You're new, yeah? Come with me!" The man, whom Otabek knew as Viktor, had immediately set to showing him around. That part he didn't mind, it was actually useful to know where everything was, however he did mind what came after. Viktor apparently had heard there was a party tonight and thought it would be a great idea to have the new guy come to meet new friends. Otabek's quiet protests apparently had fallen on deaf ears, which made Otabek quite sure that this man was the oblivious sort.

Otabek looked around nervously as Viktor hurried up to a Japanese man in the corner of the packed and notably overheated living room. "Yuuri!" He cooed, throwing his free arm around the waiting male. "Sorry about the wait! I found someone to bring! He's just transferred here a couple of days ago. Otabek, right?" Viktor turned to search Otabek's eyes, and smiled when the tanned male nodded silently. "He's from Kazakistan but his English is SUPER good. His Russian is even better!"

"Russian is one of the national languages in Kazakistan, of course I'd be fluent…" Otabek thought, though he decided to keep silent about it.

Yuuri looked apologetically at the foreign male, sensing that he had not, in fact, come of his own volition. Viktor could sometimes be quite spontaneous, getting an idea in his mind and not allowing anything to slow him from it. Yuuri was quite sure that at this point Viktor genuinely could not tell if someone was uncomfortable with his behavior if they were not loud about it, which this new male clearly wasn't the sort to raise his voice. "I'm Katsuki Yuuri," Yuuri held out his hand, "I hope Viktor hasn't run you too ragged. He can be… Energetic."

"That was the understatement of the century," Otabek thought, but he only smiled and shook his head. He took the other man's hand firmly in greeting. "It's fine. He has a good point, I should meet some students if I'm attending." Of course he was only being polite. All he really wanted was to be in bed by now and yet here he was.

Viktor finally separated from the Kazakh and wrapped both arms around the Japanese man, who in turn blushed ferociously. A kiss to the wiggling male's forehead tipped Otabek off that the two seemed to be a couple.

"A-Ah! Hey! Viktor! We're with a guest!" Yuuri protested, pushing his palms against the Russian's chest, to no avail.

"Whaaaat?" Viktor cried, holding tighter in a desperate attempt to stay together. "No way! Otabek seems cool! It's fine! He doesn't mind!"

Otabek averted his eyes, his face reddening uncomfortably. "Ah, no, it's fine, I'll go get us drinks! You guys relax!" He said as he backed up towards the bottom of the stairs to the second floor and front door. Perhaps he could use this as an excuse to sneak out. He could always apologize later and say that something came up.

All too suddenly his back slammed into someone else. Someone who began shouting right away.

"Hey! Watch it, you dumb oaf!" A short blond man shouted, fierce green eyes glaring up at Otabek. Otabek's heart started as familiarity crashed upon him, yet he couldn't place where he'd seen the other. "I was walking here!" Yuri shouted again, waving something in Otabek's face. Otabek quickly identified that object as a pair of underwear, his face reddening to a crimson degree.

"Oh! Sorry I-"

"Yuri!" Viktor shouted, momentarily confusing Otabek as he ran over to grab the blond's hand. Two Yuris? "This is Otabek! He's new~!" Viktor looked at the cloth in Yuri's hand and raised a brow. "Who's-?"

"J.J.'s," Yuri huffed, yanking them away. "He's tied up upstairs. Tried to hit on me and now I've got a new flag for the front of the school. Or maybe a gift for his girlfriend to let her know he's a cheating bastard."

Viktor began giggling madly. "No way, you stole his underwear? How?" He looked back at the Japanese man, who had by now approached and gripped Viktor's right hand gently in his own; a meek form of PDA. "Yuuri, he stole J.J.'s boxers!"

"He just up and kissed me and said he'd never done a guy so… I really fucked him, so to speak." Yuri laughed, puffing out his chest triumphantly. Otabek, who did not grasp the sarcasm the other male used, flushed from his ears all the way down his neck. People didn't just exclaim that sort of thing where he was from! He felt beyond embarrassed at this point.

The Japanese man seemed to take notice, tugging Otabek's shirt hem to gain his attention. "He's joking," he whispered, "He means he pulled a prank on him." Yuuri smiled reassuringly at the Kazakh, who in turn smiled an extraordinarily grateful grin at him. That was heartening. At least someone had some sense of what was going on here.

"Ugh, I need a drink though! Or some mouthwash! I had to kiss him to trick him up there. My mouth tastes like ass," Yuri grumbled to Viktor, who giggled. "I'm serious! He tasted like cheap beer and vomit!"

Otabek couldn't help but to look down at the Russian male, swallowing uncomfortably. "I… Could get you something?"

Yuri finally looked over the blushing foreigner and blinked, surprised. "Not bad," he thought, examining the tanned man from head to toe. He was short overall, shorter than both Yuuri and Viktor and yet taller than Yuri, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and slim black jeans with calf-high leather boots that were tied fashionably loose. Yuri admired his styled undercut and how well it suited his face. It was a popular hairstyle right now but Yuri didn't feel like many actually pulled it off. Otabek did. "I could do with that." Yuri suddenly stuffed the boxers in his back pocket and smiled up at the other. "It's nice to meet you. Otabek, was it? My name is Yuri Plisetsky. I'm a major in the arts department. Ballet." He reached out and took the other's hand, giving it a gentle shake. "When did you get here? And how did Viktor convince you to come to this train wreck of a party…?"

Otabek's comfortable smile returned as the blond spoke to him. "Ah! I'm Otabek Altin, I major in language and literature. Particularly ancient texts… it's called philology." Otabek squeezed the other's hand, not minding that the prolonged contact was the slightest bit strange. "I arrived four days ago and uh… He was very convincing." Otabek glanced over towards Viktor, who seemed to have an oddly sly smile on his lips.

"Oookay~!" Viktor cut in, grinning, "We'll leave you two be~!" He began pulling Yuuri away, whispering something excitedly to the small male, who in turn blushed and seemed to whisper back. Their backs rapidly vanished from sight in the crowd. Yuri smirked and waved them on as Otabek confusedly watched them so.

"So…" Yuri said, drawing the slightly taller male's attention back to him. "Philology? That's fascinating. Care to give me a lesson?" He asked, looking up at the dark-haired male from under his blond lashes. He stepped closer under the guise of easing their hearing in the loud music. However, it was simply an excuse to press against the other briefly, assessing his body. Toned, Yuri noticed, finding himself pleased. This guy was at least somewhat athletic. "I could teach you come ballet steps in return if you want! It's very good for you."

Otabek was somewhat taken aback at the sudden closeness of the other male but once he noticed how much more clearly he could hear him he chalked it up to the other being considerate. "Oh! I'd love to, if you want. Not many people find it as interesting as I do so I never really get to talk about it." Perhaps coming to this party wasn't a waste. This Yuri Plisetsky seemed very relatable to him, not to mention familiar. Otabek was still trying to place where he'd met the other before when it dawned on him. He had once attended a ballet class with the other when his family had briefly lived in Russia. Otabek was quite sure he could never forget those unusual green eyes. Fierce and strong, with a touch of loneliness, exactly like back then. Of course, Otabek had been terrible at ballet, with how inflexible he was. It had, at the time, infuriated him that he wasn't immediately good at something.

Yuri noticed a distracted look on the other's face and raised a brow. "Am I boring you, Otabek?"

Otabek's cheeks tinted pink once more. "Oh! No! It's not that!" He said. It seemed like the other really didn't remember him, though that wasn't surprising. He had always been rather quiet and to himself. He decided to bring it up once they were in a more quiet place. "I was just thinking about going to get something to eat before I went back to my dorm. Did you want to come?"

Yuri grinned. "Of course! Did you want to go to your dorm and order a pizza or something? There's a place that does twenty-four hour delivery here, it's great for late night studying." He nodded towards the door and began walking, leading the other out of the all too loud house.

"Really? That'll be fine. To be honest, Viktor didn't stop running around with me to eat dinner so I really could use something," Otabek explained, as they finally got to the street. Yuri nodded, unsurprised. "He's… Nice."

Otabek and Yuri looked at each other for a moment in silence before both cracked up. "He's nuts!" Yuri laughed out, gripping the sleeve of the other male's t-shirt as he bent over, clutching his stomach. "Oh God, I'm so sorry you were stuck with him all day!" Yuri bit his lower lip to hold himself together before standing straight up again, looking up at the tawny-skinned male. "You're in better company now, I promise."

The Kazakh man smiled down at the younger male and nodded. "I… would have to agree. At least you're listening to me talk," he stated, beginning to walk the short distance to the dorms with the blond. "My dorm, right? I have a single so no one will be mad at us for staying up late. Besides, my materials are there. You said you wanted me to show you some, right?"

Yuri nodded eagerly. "Sure! A single? How did you pull that off? They don't like to hand those out."

"Coincidence!" Otabek said, looking up and smiling towards the glowing waxing moon. "Apparently everyone was paired up evenly this semester so all they had was a single open for me. I guess coming in so late had its benefits, though I am a bit behind in some classes." Otabek sighed and brought his gaze back down to the Russian beside him. He halted in his steps, causing Yuri to stagger to a stop as well.

"What is it?" Yuri asked, giving the other male a curious look.

"You don't remember me, right?" Otabek finally asked, looking sternly down at the other. "We've met before, you know…?"

Yuri paused, as if waiting for an explanation before chuckling. "You know, that's a lame pick-up line." He shook his head and continued walking, his cheeks the slightest shade of pink. "If you're hitting on me, you should try harder," he teased.

"Yuri!" Otabek called, hurrying to catch up to him. "No, it's not like that! I mean seriously! I attended a ballet class in Moscow, there was a blond boy with odd green eyes. It was taught by Lilia Baranovskaya. I was absolutely awful. I couldn't even hold a decent ninety degree arabesque. I always was getting scolded by her." As Otabek explained Yuri's eyes widened.

"Oh my God, that was you?" He asked, holding in a laugh. "Are you serious? What a coincidence," Yuri let out a shaky breath before breaking out in a loud laugh. "Oh my God! You sucked so hard!"

Otabek's face turned a darker red, an uncomfortable look on his face. "H-Hey now…"

"Oh no! I mean!" Yuri covered his mouth for a moment with his right hand, waving his left at the other. "I mean, no, I remember you now. Sorry! I shouldn't have laughed. Oh God, I can't believe it. What were you doing in that class if you didn't really have a… any uh…"

"Talent?" Otabek offered. "My mother thought it would be good for me. To be honest, after I really watched you I didn't feel much like doing it anyway. There's no way I could compete with you there. You were so confident back then," Otabek began walking once more, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking at the cracks in the sidewalk as he went. "I saw you stand up for what you wanted even when the Ballet Mistress would tell you otherwise. Like when she told you you were doing things that were too much for your body at that age and you seemingly ignored her. It inspired me to do the same. So I quit," Otabek smiled over at the blond, whose turn it was to blush faintly. "I started learning Kazakh folk dancing after that… I'm actually quite good at it too, even if it is just a hobby."

Yuri swallowed, feeling suddenly shy. This guy remembered so much, and yet all he remembered about Otabek was that he was there at some point and gone the next.

"I remembered your eyes most of all, though," Otabek continued, making Yuri blink up at him. "They were determined and strong. Your eyes reminded me of someone who had seen many things… like a soldier." Otabek ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. "Sorry if this sounds strange… but I always felt a kinship with you."

"Really?" Yuri asked, looking up as they approached the dorm building, the light from the door pouring out onto them both more and more the closer they got.

"Really. Your eyes and mine… They're similar in that way, I feel." Otabek said as he fished out his keycard. Quickly, he swiped it through the reader. A small beep sounded and the small red light turned green just as a click could be heard from the door, signaling the lock opening. Otabek pulled the door open and held it, gesturing for Yuri to go in first. Yuri walked through, glancing behind at the taller male before continuing into the hall. "Yuri…"

Yuri hummed, stopping short to wait for the other. "Yes?"

"I was wondering…" Otabek said, stepping up to stand by the other. "Are we going to be friends?"

Surprise overcame Yuri, causing him to gape at the other. "What an odd thing to say," he thought, though it certainly was flattering. No one had ever asked Yuri if he would be their friend before. He smiled at the other man. "Yeah," he said, grinning up at Otabek. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Otabek smiled back at the blond. "I would too."