Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Two-

"Get your sweaty sausage fingers off of me you insufferable ogre!" Yuri seethed and shrugged violently away from Demetri's grip on his shoulder. "I don't need to be led around my own HOME!" He bellowed kicking Sergei in the shin and taking a few prideful steps ahead. It was already bad enough being treated like a fucking prisoner in his own home, now he had these two idiots summoning him to Dedushka's office. He still couldn't believe he had been locked in his room for almost 2 weeks now, only to be let out for meals. He'd been refusing anyways unless they were brought to his room. There was no way he was going to grace his dedushka with his presence when he was being so unreasonable.

All of this just because yet another one of his bodyguards proved to be completely incompetent, although the reasoning why was what divided Yuri and his grandfather on the issue. To Dedushka, the bodyguard failed at his job after Yuri dodged him, winded up getting in a fight and got arrested again. To Yuri, the bodyguard was just in the way and he never would have gotten picked up if the idiot had just let Yuri handle things. So, Nikolai fired the moron, and he would now spend his remaining days as a low level drug runner. Meanwhile Yuri was made to suffer for something that totally wasn't his fault

The brutes hadn't told him where they were going, but he had a pretty good guess it was his grandpas office. He blazed down the hall and a few stairwells admiring the chip on the banister of the second floor from where he had hit it with his bicycle when he was 6. He was so scared that Oтец was going to be mad at him, but Mama told him it would be their little secret, he was just having a little fun. It had been a long time since any fun had been had in these hallways.

He slid down the banister of the grand staircase as always, not caring how childish Dedushka thought it was, before continuing down the familiar corridor that ended with the grand double doors to the office. He hated how it was always him having to walk down 4 flights of stairs and countless hallways every time the old man wanted to speak to Yuri. He had never once visited Yuri in his own room, like he wasn't worth the effort. His anger was bubbling up and when he reached the office he violently kicked the doors wide open to express his discontent, causing everyone in the room to jump. Well, all except Dedushka

"Yuratchka, how kind of you to grace us with your presence." Dedushka responded curtly focused entirely on loading new tobacco into his pipe. He wasn't even looking at Yuri, which just made him angrier.

"Hmph. Excuse me for being a little on edge after you have imprisoned me in this fucking place for weeks." He spat back clenching his fists.

"Ah yes, that is why I called you here." Dedushka said, finally lighting his pipe up. "It has taken me some time, but I have managed to find a suitable bodyguard for-"

"I DON'T NEED A FUCKING BABYSITTER! If Ilya wouldn't have gotten in my way I would have-" Yuri interjected before he himself was cut off.

"THIS IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE!" Dedushka rose from his chair and slammed his fist on his desk startling Yuri into silence. "You WILL have a bodyguard, because I say it to be so, and that it FINAL." He ground out with a chilling expression and although Yuri did not move from his power stance, all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "Now sit." He finished and Yuri begrudgingly did so, but slung his leg over the arm of the fine leather chair in defiance. He hadn't expected to be summoned so all he wore was a pair of purple soft cotton shorts and a black/white leopard cropped tank top which read "Унбю!" ("I'll kill you!"), and the leather was cold on his bare skin.

"Good." Was all Nikolai replied before motioning with his hand for someone to step forward. Yuri realized he hadn't even looked to see who else was in the room and cursed himself for it. Here we go, just another fat, bald, old Дурак (fool) that had worked with Dedushka for years, here to follow him around like a parasite. He whipped his head around to death glare at the unfortunate soul who dare try and chaperone him and stopped dead in his tracks.

The man stepping forward was not at all what he was picturing and the complete opposite of all his other bodyguards the last couple years. This man was the absolute definition of tall dark and handsome. He wore a sleek black suit, a white dress shirt, and a silk black tie; the standard uniform of those working for the Bratva. He caught a glimpse of heavily tattooed hands as the man past him and he knew they told the story of his time in prison. Trailing his eyes up, he took in just how broad the man was, as if he was simply a wall of muscle. As he reached the desk he turned and faced Yuri, clasping his hands together in front of him, allowing Yuri to take a good look at his face. He had dark brown hair styled in a sexy undercut and his face looked like it was carved from fine marble, with a jawline that could cut glass. His eyes were slightly almond shaped eyes and a rich chocolatey color that paired well with the rich olive color of his skin. He could feel his heartbeat sped up and his mouth started to water slightly…

"Yuri," The sound of his deduska's voice snapped him out of his trance. "This is Otabek, your new bodyguard. Otabek, this is my внук (grandson). I hope he does not cause you too much trouble." Dedushka made the introductions and the man named Otabek locked eyes with Yuri, he felt like they were looking right into his soul. It was quiet, and Yuri realized he was staring. Heat rising to his cheeks he did what he normally did when embarrassed, lashed out.

"What? This придурок?! (moron) Who the hell even is he, he's not even Russian!?" He cried rising to his feet and pointing his finger at the larger man accusingly. The hired muscle didn't even so much as blink in response, just continued to hold his gaze intensely. Yuri hated him already.

"No, he isn't, but that is of no importance as long as he keeps you safe. He hasn't worked with us before, you have officially gone through more bodies than I can spare on a bodyguard position, so I recruited him specifically for you." Nikolai responded and Yuri felt himself blush at the unintended innuendo purely because of how attractive Yuri found his new bodyguard. "As of now your restrictions have been lifted and you are free to leave the townhouse, so long as you take Otabek with you." Nikolai picked up one of many papers and began reading, puffing hard on his pipe. Yuri's embarrassment was instantly forgotten, and he rushed forward and leaned over the desk towards his grandfather.

"Really?! I can go out?!" He asked and Nikolai 'hmph'-ed in response waving his hand to dismiss him. Yuri took off in excitement, he couldn't wait to get out after 2 weeks on lockdown, he was going to get his friends together, maybe have dinner at Dans le Noir and then go to Duma*, he had been online shopping like crazy in his captivity so he had a few new outfits to wear, and with it being August, he didn't need to worry about being cold. He raced up the stairs and down his hallway before a flash of black behind him caught his eye and he was startled to see his new bodyguard following him.

"There's nothing to protect me from inside the house пидарас (asshole), or did you just come to watch the peepshow?" He taunted the man and was annoyed again to receive no response. The man just held his gaze again in that same intense way as before looking away and casually leaned against the wall. "Fine, don't respond, not like I care. Just go get a car ready for us, a big one, we are picking up my friends." He spat before receiving a very slight nod before he slammed the door in the others face.

He made quick work of beating his face to perfection (not that it wasn't perfect enough to begin with) applying dark eyeshadow and shimmery gloss on his full lips for a dramatic effect. He braided 3 small braids on one side and left the rest hanging down his back, long and straight. After much deliberation he settled on a pair of sinfully short denim shorts and over the knee black leather boots with a heel. He paired it with a long-sleeved fishnet op that barely cleared his studded nipples and then strapped on a light pink leather harness that was very kawaii meets bdsm.** Taking one last look at himself and determining that he looking fucking gorgeous, he grabbed a wad of cash and stuffed in the little space he had left in his back pocket of his shorts. He would just make the bodyguard carry it later anyways.

When he emerged from his room, he was pleased to find that Otabek was no longer there. Hopefully he had gotten like Yuri had requested. He descended to the garage and saw one of the escalades was running, so he hopped in the back and pushed his phone up front right in his bodyguard's face.

"Here! Put this in the GPS, we are picking up Natasha and Andrej first and Katya is meeting us at the restaurant with her new boo." He snapped waiting just enough time for Otabek to plug the address into the car's navigation before snatching his phone back to aimlessly scroll through Instagram on the drive. When they pulled up to the twin' house they were already outside acting crazy as usual, taking pulls from a huge bottle of Grey Goose.

"Whats up bitchhhh!" Natasha shrieked as she opened the door.

"The prince is free from his imprisonment!" Andrej cheered handing the bottle to Yuri who took it gratefully, fully intending on getting blacked out tonight to make up for his lost time. They continued to drink from the bottle, finishing it off before heading into the restaurant. Katya had gotten there first and secured a private table in the back of the restaurant, though he had no doubt the table was chosen by her security, she was a well-known model with a history of rabid fans. It always made Yuri feel less self-conscious about his own bodyguard, even though it wasn't his choice to have one.

The dinner was filled with more cocktails than actual food as was usual for the group and everyone seemed much more interested in Yuri's new bodyguard than Katya's boyfriend, who was just another sleezy photographer trying to make his name by fucking a star. Yuri wasn't even going to attempt to remember his name, he'd be gone in 2 weeks tops.

"Ohmygod Yuriiii he is so fucking gorgeous, god I just want to ride his face!" Natasha cackled pointing with her fork and imitating the movements earning laughs from everyone at the table.

"Seriously, where the hell did your grandpa find him?" Andrej finished his drink and motioned to the waiter for another.

"Honestly, I don't know. He's kind of weird, he hasn't even spoken to me yet. As long as he stays out of my way, I don't really give a fuck." He replied, the vodka in his system making his lips loose, He chanced a glance over at Otabek who stood along the wall with Natasha's security guard, his eyes were focused on the restaurant, and he wasn't looking at Yuri. This annoyed him and caused him to frown.

"I bet I can get him to talk." Andrej motioned like he was sucking cock and the table again erupted in laughter. Yuri laughed along but for some reason felt sour about that statement, Maybe he just needed to drink more, or maybe something stronger…

"Andrej, do you have anything left from JJ?" He whispered and the other boy's eyes lit up.

"Fuck yeah, you know it Блиадь (whore), c'mon let's go to the bathroom." He shot his eyes over to where Otabek was standing. Andrej and he excused themselves and headed for the boys room, Otabek unfortunately in tow. When the reached the bathroom, Yuri turned around and got in his face.

"What can't a guy take a piss in peace!?" He snarled puling Andrej in behind him and once again shutting the door in Otabeks face. He smirked at the displeasure that was evident on his bodyguard's face before him and Andrej collapsed in giggles. When they pulled themselves together, Andrej reached into a zippered pocket on his acid wash vest and pulled out their options, coke, molly, or acid. He figured he might want the coke later when he was dancing, so he opted for the molly. He swallowed the pill dry before actually relieving his bladder and headed back to the table.

"Yuriiiiiiiii, let's go dancing now, I'm bored of this place!" Whined Natasha, already face down on the table. The wait staff, ever prepared, proceeded to place the bill on the table, which Katya's boyfriend immediately grabbed and claimed 'he'd take care of it'. Yuri rolled his eyes, if this guy thought flashing his cash was going to win him points with Katya he was wrong, but he'd gladly except the free meal on the premise that it meant one less pointless interaction with the bodyguard.

Otabek drove the three to the club, while Katya went home with her beau. She was never any fun when she was dating someone. They got in immediately when the bouncer recognized him and as soon as he stepped foot inside, he felt himself finally drop. Everything was so vibrant, the music, the colors, the movement of the bodies on the dancefloor. It electrified him. He rushed forward and was swept away in the crowd, dancing with anyone and everyone.

He felt so free, here under to lights and the hoard of sweaty bodies, he wasn't Yuri, heir to the Plisetsky Bravta. He wasn't the Ice Tiger of Russia, not the Fairy that he knows the men that work for his grandfather call him behind his back, he was just Yuri. No responsibilities, no expectations, no thoughts, just pure emotion and physicality. He danced for what felt like hours until he was slick with sweat, his leather body harness starting to chafe his bare skin. Eventually Natasha and Andrej found him and danced alongside him. Soon a crowd began to form around them, the masses lured in by the tantalizing blondes. Swaying his hips seductively and tossing his long hair around, he relished in the hungry eyes that raked over his body.

In his haze as his eyes whirled around the room until they finally settled on his absentee bodyguard, who was leaning against the railing of the elevated bar that surrounded the dancefloor. He was staring at Yuri with that same intense look on his face, and maybe it was just the molly talking, but that mattered more to him than any of these strangers' eyes. Keeping eye contact he turned his body to face Otabek trailing his hands up his torso, his exposed chest, pausing to tweak his pierced nipples, throwing his head back with an orgasmic look on his face earning a few cheers from the crowd. Spinning around he bent all the way over, exposing his cheeks at the bottom of his shorts and shook his ass right at his bodyguard. That earned him some whistles and a few catcalls before he slowly made his way back up, popping his ass out and tossing his hair back dramatically.

When he stood up the drugs and alcohol in his system caused his world to spin and it took him a moment to collect himself. He looked back at the area Otabek was last standing and frowned to see he was gone. He tried to take a couple steps forward but ended up stumbling to the side and into a man with a mostly unbuttoned silk shirt and too much gold jewelry.

"Зи детка" (Hey baby) He smirked before grabbing a handful of Yuri's ass in an almost painful way. "You want to get outta here and have a little fun?" Yuri's anger spiked and he tried to push the strange man away, but he didn't have the strength in his intoxicated state. The man tightened his grip and used the other hand to grab Yuri's hair, yanking his head back to place a few disgusting kisses on his neck

"Отпусти меня, ублюдок!" (Let me go bastard!) He spat trying again to push out of the man's grip as his right hand trailed over more of Yuri's body. Suddenly, the movement stopped, and the man's head jerked back at an unnatural angle. He looked up and there was Otabek, with a grip so tight around the other mans neck his knuckles were already turning white.

"If you value your life, you will do what he asks." He spoke in a low heavily accented voice, the smoothness of the syllables betraying the brutally serious tone in which he spoke. It was enough to send shivers down his spine and he didn't think it was just from the threat. The man let go immediately when Otabek released him began choking violently before scrambling his way back through the crowd. Yuri caught Otabek's gaze again and was stunned to see a fire burning behind those chocolate pools. It startled him enough to take another step back and immediately he lost his balance again. Otabek reached out and placed a strong hand on the small of his back to steady him.

"We are going home, you are too drunk." Otabek spoke into his ear just loud enough to be heard over the music. This was not what Yuri wanted to hear.

"Трахни тебя, я в порядке!" (Fuck you, I'm fine!) He pushed out of Otabek's grip attempting to get back to his friends now that the crowd has closed in. He got about 2 steps before an iron grip was placed on his wrist and he was yanked backward, Otabek tucking him under his arm.

"No. You can barely stand. We are leaving now." His bodyguard held firm. He was staring at Yuri again in an almost questioning way and started to move closer to his face. Yuri felt his breathing hitch, was Otabek going to kiss him?! When their noses were just centimeters apart and Yuri felt his eyes fluttering in response Otabek stopped.

"What are you on?" Otabek asked, his jaw set firm. It took Yuri a second to process what he meant, and that he had been looking at Yuri's pupils which were probably blown at this point, and for some reason, he thought it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He burst out into giggles and leaned against the older man who just sighed and began to lead Yuri out of the club, who was tripping over his own feet every other step.

"If you can't keep yourself upright, I will carry you out of here." Otabek said as they finally cleared the crowd, the exit in sight.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have a sexy voice? You should be like, a phone sex operator!" He slurred and cracked up at himself, tripping again and squealing when Otabek reached down, grabbed him around his knees, and slung him over his shoulder unceremoniously. His giggles turned into embarrassed protest as he was carried literally kicking and screaming to the car. As many times as his fists hit Otabek's back and his feet kicked his check, the older man didn't even give any indication that he felt it. He kept Yuri on his shoulder while waiting for the valet to pull the car around and then Yuri was basically thrown into the backseat. The older man taking it as far as buckling his seatbelt for him even though Yuri was yelling at him that he could do it himself anf he wasn't a child. He slammed the door and Yuri couldn't help but notice how furious Otabek seemed.

When he awoke, he realized he was being carried bridal style up the grand staircase at the townhouse. He looked up and realized his bodyguard was carrying him Otabek and was seemingly unaware that Yuri had stirred. He relaxed into the embrace and did his best to pretend he was still sleeping. It had been a long time since he had felt comfort like this, and his body really wanted to preserve it. He was amazed Otabek got him out of the car without waking him up, but even more so that he planned to carry Yuri up 4 flights of stairs. Eventually there was some jostling and Yuri peeped his eye open and saw that they had reached his room. Once inside Otabek gently lay him on his bed and took time and care to unlace his boots and slowly pull them off. Next, he unbuckled the harness he still wore and tediously removed it from him, like he was doing everything he could to prevent Yuri from waking.

Finally, he covered Yuri with the fuzzy throw blanket at the bottom of his bed and laid his hand softly on Yuri's cheek before softly muttering a few words in a language Yuri did not know before exiting the room, leaving Yuri feel more cared for and also more confused than he had been in a while.

*These are both real places in St Petersburg, I got them off Trip Advisor lol

** If you have no idea what I'm talking about here is a reference. I don't know how else to explain it…. Strappy-Harness-Hollow-Cupless-Gothic/dp/B07BBJS1GX/ref=sr_1_21?dchild=1&keywords=pink+body+harness&qid=1573883356&s=apparel&sr=1-21