Notes: I wasn't sure if I wanted to focus solely on Otabek for this story or jump around between Otabek and Yuri. I guess this chapter helped me decide. Our focus here will be Yuri.

Bad Kitties Get Spanked

Part 3

(That was close. It almost happened again. I need to calm down,) Yuri thought, taking a deep breath before splashing cold water on his face. Just thinking about Otabek's hand on his butt, no matter how briefly, was getting him all worked up. He didn't like that.

After patting his face dry with some paper towels, he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and narrowed his eyes at it. His normally pale cheeks were tinted pink, as were the tips of his ears. He wished that stupid blush would hurry and go away. If stuff like this kept happening, Otabek would definitely find out that the younger skater liked him in more than a friendly way.

Yuri wasn't sure how long he stood over the bathroom sink, staring at his own reflection and waiting for his natural pale color to return. He just knew that he couldn't let his mind wander too much or he'd be right back at square one.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone entering the restroom.

"H-hey, Yurio," Yuuri said, cautiously moving closer to the younger man.

"Tch."

Yuuri frowned at the sound Yuri made, but spoke again anyway. "Is everything okay? You look a little flushed."

"You and the old man should just mind your own business," Yuri murmured.

"Um, if you're embarrassed about what happened with Ota—"

Yuri groaned. "I said mind your own business! What happens between us is between us. It has nothing to do with you."

Yuuri held up his hands in defense. "Right. Of course. Sorry. But it's about time you come back. Everyone's worried."

"I haven't been gone that long."

"Okay, the truth is that everyone's ready to order and we don't want to do it without you," Yuuri said with an uncomfortable smile.

Yuri knew that smile. The Japanese skater was lying. But instead of calling him out on it, he quietly headed toward the restroom exit.

Their food arrived and everyone at the table was chatting and sampling food from each other's plates. There was no drinking involved this time, to Yuri's relief. He just knew that if those two started drinking, they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other.

"Yurio, you haven't touched your vegetables," Victor pointed out.

Yuri rolled his eyes. "I don't want them."

"You really should eat your vegetables, Yuri. That's the whole reason they brought you here," Otabek said quietly.

Yuri simply glanced at Otabek out of the corner of his eye.

"Oo. You'd better listen to Otabek or he might sp—" Victor began. But before he was able to finish what he was saying, Yuuri spilled water on the elder skater's lap.

"Oops! Sorry, Victor. Let's go to the restroom and get you dry." Yuuri said, tugging a protesting Victor toward the bathrooms.

It had been quick thinking on Yuuri's part, but the little blond skater already knew what Victor was about to say. He was about to say that Otabek might spank him again. Yuri stared at his plate, hoping that his face wasn't turning as red as it felt.

Would Otabek really spank him again if he disobeyed? Just thinking about that little slap on the behind from earlier caused Yuri's heart rate to increase. That brief little sting of pain had somehow been enjoyable. If there were a way to get Otabek to do it again, Yuri wouldn't be against it.

The little blond glanced up at Otabek and barely whispered, "I-I won't eat them and you can't make me."