A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of three for a OtaYuri Mafia!AU I've been working on.

In this, Otabek is the leader of the Kazakh mafia, and Yuri has been under his protection for years. This first chapter is basically a flashback from Otabek's point of view. The other two chapters will be set two years after this on.

Enjoy! (:

I Would Kill For You

Halfway into March, the air was still crisp enough for our breaths to be seen in small puffs whenever we breathed out. Yuri's emerald eyes shone in the glow of the afternoon sun, making them radiate as he stared down the barrel of my favorite gun. They were focused and sharp, just like I remembered them to be. Apart from a few strands, the hair that usually covered the left side of Yuri's face was tightly tucked back in a messy bun, leaving his face bare and beautiful. I sighed, taking in the beauty of this blonde, and let out a small groan when he emptied the magazine of my Browning Hi Power on the target, and missed nearly every shot.

I stuffed my gloved hands into the pockets of my coat, eyes roaming over Yuri. His stance was right, feet spread evenly apart. Both of his hands were on the gun, his right hand supporting his left, left index finger on the trigger. It was opposite from how I would have held it, but then again, Yuri was left-handed. There was no reason for him to be missing or barely hitting the practice target. A full round of bullets was already wasted, proven by the ten shells spread around Yuri's feet.

"Yura, focus. You're distracted."

Yuri huffed, clearly annoyed, as he removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. He shot me a glare as he snapped it in place and loaded the gun; skillfully, like he had done it a million times before. Maybe he had. Over the years he'd learned all about the guns I carried: how to clean them, how to take them apart and reassemble them, how to load them, and how to ready them for use. The only thing he had never done up until today, was actually shooting one.

"Of course I'm distracted, you're staring at me!" Yuri yelled as he turned towards me, eyebrows knitted together in an angry frown. He'd always hated when something didn't go as perfectly as he wanted, and even though this was his first time shooting a gun, I'm sure he'd expected to make perfect shots.

I pushed myself away from the wooden frame of the shooting cabin and closed the distance between us with only two steps. Still being a few inches taller than Yuri, I looked down at his flustered face, a soft pink dusting his cheeks and nose from the cold. A small lump formed at the back of my throat, and I had to swallow hard to push it away. He was so beautiful. Even when angry, he was still beautiful. I'd thought so ever since I first saw him wandering the streets on his own on a rainy afternoon, wearing only ragged jeans and a dirty t-shirt. Something about him had compelled me to strike a conversation with him and offer him food and a place to sleep for the night. He'd reluctantly accepted my offer, and had never left after.

That had been over two years ago, and now Yuri had just grown up to be a stunning 16-year-old man. His birthday had been only days ago, and I knew I had to live up to the promise I'd made him.

"If you want me to teach you how to shoot, I need to watch you. How else am I supposed to see if you're doing it right?"

My voice was calm and deep, but unlike usual, it seemed to do nothing to put Yuri at ease. Instead, it only seemed to make him more annoyed. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, standing on his toes and leaned into me, our faces mere inches apart.

"You're not teaching me anything, Beka! You're just watching me. It's creepy!"

His breath was warm against my lips, and I sighed. Maybe he was right. All I'd done was give him some verbal clues and watched his posture as he shot. But honestly, I didn't quite trust myself to be that close to him. I'd always found that my body reacted in strange ways around him, and that just his body against mine could make my mind go numb. I was always able to control myself – I was a lot of things, but taking advantage of a minor was not on that list. No matter how badly that minor would try to tempt me every now and then. But now that he was legally of age, there was no reason for me to hold back anymore, and it made my heart beat faster in excitement.

"Fine, come here."

Slowly, finger by finger I took off my leather gloves and leaned past Yuri. My chest pressed against his as I placed the gloves neatly on the bench in front of me, which held another few full magazines, and the empty one. Something on Yuri's face changed; his frown disappeared, and it looked like a light switched on in his eyes. He looked happy, content. I placed my hands on Yuri's shoulders and spun him around gently, making him face the target he'd been shooting earlier. I spread my legs a little wider than his to get a better stance, my feet just on the outside of his, and I pressed my chest against his back. Our whole bodies aligned, and it felt like we fit together perfectly.

"Let me guide you," I said as I put my mouth right above his pierced ear, and I felt a shiver go through Yuri's body.

My hands moved from his shoulders and down to his hands, and as I placed mine over his, I raised his arms. Yuri instinctively pointed the gun in his left hand at the target. His thumb took off the safety and pulled back the hammer, index finger resting loosely on the trigger. I could tell his shoulders were tense, and that he was squeezing down on the grip just a little too tight. My fingers moved against his, mimicking his hold. With my head resting on his shoulder, I focused my eyes on the target in front of us.

"Relax your shoulders, Yura. You're too tense."

Yuri nodded and I felt his body relax against mine, the tension visibly seeping out of him. His breathing was steady and even, and I knew that his eyes would hold the same focused, sharp look as before. An ever so gentle squeeze of my hand around his was all the confirmation he needed, and he fired a shot. I felt the knockback of it ripple through my chest.

The sound was deafening and left a slight ringing in my ears. My eyes strained a little to see where the bullet had landed, and to my surprise, Yuri had hit the target right between the eyes. He'd ignored the bright colored circles on the target's chest and had gone straight for the head. I was impressed. I wanted to praise him, but knew better than to break his concentration. As if my silence was all Yuri needed to hear, he fired another shot, and another, until the gun clicked empty. His shots were perfect. Just from looking at how they were all centered between the target's eyes in nearly the same spot, I could tell how calm and collected Yuri had been when shooting. I truly was impressed.

"Well done, kitten. I'm impressed." I turned my face to the side a little so I could brush the tip of my nose against Yuri's neck as I lowered our arms. His body shivered against me and I smirked, pleased with his reaction. Even though I didn't have a good view of his face, I knew he had to be blushing. He was so easily flustered sometimes. Yuri reached out and put the empty gun on the bench, and let his hands fall back next to his body, and for a quiet moment we simply stood there. My chest against his back.

"See, I told you, Beka. I told you I'd be good at it." Yuri's voice was quieter than it normally was, still showing the concentration from moments before. His voice was already becoming deeper from going through puberty, but that wasn't what made my cheeks tingle. He sounded calm and at peace, almost dangerous. It sent a rush through me that left me short on breath for a second.

"You were right, you're good with a gun," I smirked, before I pulled myself away from him, standing up straight and fixing my coat. I waited for Yuri to turn around, which he did within mere seconds.

Yuri's face was a few inches from mine, those beautiful green eyes boring into my own, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He was so proud of himself and he wasn't afraid to show it. I loved his confidence, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin off his face and surprise him for a change. I was allowed to. I had been holding myself back for so long.

My arm seemed to move on its own as I brought it up to Yuri's face and cupped my hand around the side of his face, fingertips brushing into his hair and my thumb gently caressing his cheek. The triumphant grin from seconds ago seeped away and got replaced with an ever so slight pout of his lips. I could tell Yuri was trying for a neutral face, but as I brought my face closer to his, he failed miserably. His eyes widened ever so slightly as I kept mine locked with them, and the tip of his nose tinged pink. Yuri opened his mouth to say something, but I brought my lips down on his before he formulated the words.

His lips were soft; softer than anything I had ever felt. I kept my eyes glued on him as I kneaded my lips against his with a slight press until I saw his eyes flutter shut. Only when Yuri kissed back, I allowed my own eyes to close. My hand tightened in Yuri's hair as the other one came up to hold him against my by the small of his back, pulling him into me. As our lips moved against each other's, Yuri's arms wrapped themselves around my back. An eager sound accidentally escaped my lips when he pulled me close enough for our groins to touch. Yuri took it as an invite and deepened the kiss, sending his tongue along the seam of my lips. Finally having him in my arms like this made me whimper and part my lips for him. But instead of giving him the control he was looking for, I took his tongue between my teeth before he could have his way.

Yuri whimpered into my mouth as I grazed my teeth against his tongue and softly sucked on it. For a second it felt like his knees were shaking. Taking advantage of his flustered state, I brushed my tongue against his and sent it back into his mouth, mine following suit. Our kiss turned heated soon enough, our tongues engaged in a fierce battle, drawing small sounds from both of us. It wasn't until I felt my jeans constrict at a particular movement from Yuri's groin against mine, making my body tingle with pleasure, that I pulled away.

I kept my eyes closed for a second, wanting the moment to last just a bit longer. My breathing was fast and came in soft pants, but it seemed to be the only way to slow down my racing heart. When I opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me brought a smirk to my face. Yuri was looking at me with a half-lidded gaze, his eyes visibly darker with desire. His pink lips were a little swollen, and a bright blush covered his entire face up to the tips of his ears. I wrapped my arms around him with a smile and held him against my chest, the difference in height putting my mouth right by his ear.

"Happy belated birthday, Yura," I whispered against said man's earlobe, earning a shiver from him as he tightened his grip around my back.

"Beka, you.." Yuri's voice was as soft as I'd ever heard it as he let his words trail off. I knew that kind of voice was only ever meant for my ears, and the realization made my heart swell with joy.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want you to be mine, Yura. I've never wanted anything more than that."

A sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob escaped Yuri's mouth, slightly muffled by my shoulder. He nodded fast – a little too fast –, making a few strands of blonde hair spill from the messy bun. His body moved against me slightly and when I looked up, he was flashing me the brightest smile I'd ever seen. The kind that made him smile bright enough to make him close his eyes. The kind that no one else but me would see.

"You have me, Beka. I've been yours since we met."

Yuri sure knew his way around words whenever he tried. There were times when his words were as gentle as a freight train, and then there were times like this: when his gentle, happy voice subconsciously made me fall in love with him deeper and deeper. My heart sped up and I had to physically let out a deep breath to keep myself from blushing. Yet I dug my head into his shoulder, just in case I wasn't able to keep a stupid grin from working its way to my face. I was the head of the Kazakh mafia, this blonde man shouldn't be able to make me so carefree. But here we were, and he did. Before I lost myself in his scent and the feeling of him against me, I realized I'd forgotten something else.

"Also, you can keep the gun," I spoke against the hoodie of his black sweater. Yuri only nodded, nose buried in my neck.

He knew that was my favorite gun and I knew he greatly appreciated it, but I could tell that he didn't care much about it in that moment. Hell, I didn't care much about it myself. All that mattered for now was this man in my arms, and having him like this forever. Ever since we met I had always promised to keep him safe, but in that moment I promised myself again. He could have the gun. He could learn how to use it properly in case of an emergency. But I would make sure he never had to shoot it. I promised myself; Yuri would never have to fire that gun at anyone. Yuri would never have to kill anyone. I would be his iron wall, and I would protect him, even if it cost me my life.

A/N: Thank you for reading~ I'd love to hear your opinions! I'll be back soon with chapter 2!