Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Four-

It had been 5 days and no still no word from Otabek or the others. Yuri had been furious when Dedushka had sent HIS bodyguard away without even considering consulting him about it. And when he had seen who Otabek was leaving with, he knew it must be something dangerous. Dedushka only sent Mila and Georgi when things were really bad.

He was left in the hall to the garage alone and enraged before sprinting straight for Dedushka's office, bursting in on his meeting with Yavok and raising absolute hell for Otabeks reassignment. He was told he was being dramatic and that he would be loaned one of Nikolai's bodyguards for the time being, which Yuri was less than amused about. Feeling dejected and humiliated, he spent the rest of the day locked in his room nursing a bottle of vodka that he'd stolen from Viktor's room as payback for taking Otabek from him.

As much as it hurt that Dedushka didn't even consider how Yuri would feel about sending Otabek away, he didn't really expect anything less. Dedushka was a very hard man, a brick wall, sometime Yuri wondered if he even had feelings. No, what hurt even worse was that Vitya knew, and he didn't think to include Yuri in the decision either.

There was a time when Yuri regarded Viktor almost as a brother, in fact he had known the older man practically his whole life. He remembered him working for his father when he was just a little boy. When Yuri was young he didn't understand what his family did, or that his life wasn't 'normal'. Отец (Father) worked a lot and was often travelling for long periods of time, so Yuri spent a lot of his time with Mama. Everyone adored her, she was a sharp and cunning woman, who was as poised as she was beautiful. Though she quit dancing in the ballet when she married his father, she had a studio built in the townhome and Yuri used to sit and watch her dance for hours. She took him to the theatre, ice skating, out shopping with her other glamorous friends. They always had bodyguards accompanying them where they meant, but it wasn't consistent men back then. His favorite was Viktor, a mischievous, but brilliant teenager with prematurely gray hair who always was quick to play games or tell him jokes.

When his parents died in the car accident, Dedushka was convinced it wasn't a simple car wreck. He immersed himself in hunting down their killers, either locked away in his office, or absent for long periods of time. This left Yuri in the hands of his newly appointed personal bodyguard Viktor. His first task, attempting to comfort the inconsolable recently orphaned child as he cried himself to sleep for the first of many times.

Feeling abandoned by his grandfather, Viktor became Yuri's best friend, his role model, his confidant. His time spent in the outside world slim to none as his concern for Yuri's safety bordered on paranoid. No longer was he allowed to go to regular school, instead being taught by only the finest private tutors brought into the manner On top of that he was trained in multiple martial arts and taught to fire a gun not long after his ascent into his teenage years, training under Viktor himself. When Viktor accepted the position of Sovietnik Yuri was furious and heartbroken. Here was yet another person who he held dear that was leaving him. Yuri had resented him ever since, feeling nothing but betrayal from someone he thought cared about him.

Yet he here he was again, feeling anxious and alone, all because of his stupid, strong, silent bodyguard. Despite his attempts to try to prevent any feelings of attachment from growing between him and the older man, he actually had begun to not only tolerate, but enjoy the others company. Otabek made him feel differently than anyone else ever had before, his near silent existence serving as a calming constant in his life now. He laid low and let Yuri make his own choices in life, never interfering unless he felt Yuri's safety in question. He didn't lecture him, didn't try to control him, didn't judge him, none of his other bodyguards had ever treated him this way.

When he'd drank half the bottle of vodka, and safely curled up in bed with his cat Potya, he'd looked through old pictures on his phone to find a few where he knew Otabek was in the background. He zoomed in, admiring his strong, stern eyes, the harsh lines on his impeccably cut jaw… He fell asleep dreaming of those soft syllables he spoke in, remembering the feeling of being carried in his arms and being put to bed with the gentlest of care.

The next morning, he woke with not only violent headache, but total recollection of all his thoughts and feelings from the night before. He decided to ignore the emptiness in his gut and the nausea that threatened to overcome him, choosing instead to crawl into the shower. Eventually he gained the strength to stand and let the scalding water wash away his sadness for the time being. Not bothering to take the time to dry his hair, he plaited it still wet into two Dutch braids, proceeding to attempt to hide his hangover behind too much black eyeshadow. He pulled on some simple black skinny jeans and tiger print bodysuit topping the look off with some tall black boots and a furry coat he called Sergei to drive him to visit the twins.

Natasha and Andrej's father was a political friend of Dedushka's, so it was pretty easy to convince Sergei to take him there and to wait outside, much to the bodyguard's dismay. What Dedushka didn't know was that Mr. Solovya was out of town on business, and the twins had the run of the house for the weekend.

They spent the afternoon day drinking, smoking weed, and critiquing the fall fashion lines from Paris for the millionth time. When it got dark, he got a text from Sergei that he was going to get some food and he'd be back in 10 minutes. The trio took that as their cue to bolt and found their way to a little dive bar a few blocks down the road. They hid in the back, getting their drinks for free from sleezy men with wandering eyes.

Yuri was winning his third game of pool when a familiar face strolled in the bar. Yuri had met JJ through the twins a while back. He knew that he was a Canadian, he was new to Russia, and he was Andrej's connection.

"Ah Yuri, what a pleasant surprise!" The tall brunette called to him with a fox like grin. Yuri frowned in response and made a point to toss his hair to look away from him and back to his game at hand. Continuing his game, he kept catching JJ looking at him with teasing eyes as the older man conversed with Andrej over by the bar. When Yuri had sunk yet another 8 ball and collected his money from a grumpy looking man that smelled like smoke, made his way over to the group confidently.

"Yuri! Look at you princess, pool sharkin' everyone in the building, this is no kind of place for a pretty little thing like you." JJ purred to him, reaching out to stroke Yuri's hair, before he backhanded him away.

"Don't touch me, you creep." He hissed, drawing only a laugh from JJ.

"Easy tiger, c'mon don't you all want to go somewhere better than this dump, my cars just outside." He offered, to which the twins readily accepted. Yuri begrudgingly went along, mostly because he was already going to be in trouble for ditching Sergei tonight, so he might as well make it count. JJ's car turned out to be a gawdy stretched limo with a custom read leather interior, the initials JJ embossed into the cushions.

They ended up at some nightclub uptown doing coke in the VIP section, Yuri danced and drank until his body was numb. There were a few raised platforms for go-go dancers and at one-point Yuri climbed onto one and gave a teasingly erotic display that had the general club goers going wild from below.

"My my princess, such a bad girl aren't you." JJ crooned when Yuri finally returned to the table, throat dry and desperate for refreshment. Yuri was not amused.

"Fuck you asshole, I'm not a girl you Балван (thick headed fool)!" He huffed, grabbing the vodka from the table and tacking a long swig. Natasha giggled from where she was dancing with Andrej, it looked like they had choreographed it or something.

"Yuuuuuri, don't be such a meanyyy" She giggled, jumping up and down to the music. "C'mon, dance with me!" she cried, and he was dragged into the movements of the twins, letting the pounding of the music take over him yet again.

This went on until JJ made yet another attempt to touch him and Yuri stormed off to the bar to order the most expensive bottle they had, fully intending on putting it on JJ's tab. Not soon after he was nabbed by one of his grandfather's never-ending henchmen, it seemed he had put out an alert to everyone on his payroll in St Petersburg that Yuri was missing and to bring him to the townhome. Once he was done getting lectured by Dedushka, he was all but thrown in his room to fend for himself during the comedown.

He struggled with getting off his shoes and painted on skinny jeans. He let out a hopeless cry as he fumbled with taking off his jewelry in his drunken state, wishing instead for the gentle hands he had grown to take for granted in the last couple months. Thankfully he found the half-drunk bottle he'd hidden under his bed from last night and spent his second night desperately missing Otabek yet again.

Sleeping until the early afternoon, he eventually awoke and was less than surprised that he was confined to the townhome for the rest of the time Otabek was gone. Pissed off again for the childlike punishment, Yuri's one satisfaction in this was knowing that Sergei was have sure to be in more trouble than him for losing him last night. He did alright entertaining himself until the bright light of day blended into the melancholy of night. His feeling regarding his bodyguard reared up yet again. He had grown accustom to the others calming energy and felt himself buzzing, itching to leave his room, to do something, anything to release this tension.

It occurs to him while snacking on a tray of sweets he had swiped from the kitchen that he hardly knew anything about the man. After Viktor he had never gotten to know any of his bodyguards, and yes, many of them had lasted longer than this but he had hated every single one of them. From the beginning they were always butting into his business and trying to control him and talk to him about his grandfather all the time. Otabek was the first person in a long time that he felt…safe with.

No matter how much he tried to grab Otabek's attention though, he'd never caught as much as a lingering glance from the older man. Even when the bodyguard helped him undress on the nights he thinks Yuri is too far gone to do it himself. In his defense, sometimes he is actually that fucked up, but he had to admit that he has taken to feigning sleep just to feel the slight brush of Otabek's skin on his. Still, Otabek only ever removes just enough clothing for Yuri to be comfortable sleeping, not nearly enough to satisfy Yuri's craving for more more, PLEASE more.

Once he had worn skin-tight leather pants with nothing but a tiny pink thong underneath, curious to see what Otabek would do when he discovered the lingerie. He had awoken sometime after Otabek had begun carrying him up the stairs as he normally did but faked his slumber continuing to hold on to those defined muscles, rubbing his cheek against the fine fabric of his crisp suit. Once he was on the bed, Otabek began to slowly undo his pants as if they were going to reach out and bite them. He knew he wasn't imagining it when he heard a sharp intake of breath upon exposing the g sting, before the rest of his pants were removed in a hurried fashion and he was hastily covered up with one of his many blankets.

By the fourth day he was going crazy. They were only supposed to be gone for 2 day and now it had been 4! He began to imagine all the bad 'what if' scenarios. What if this had just been some elaborate lie to reassign Otabek without informing Yuri. He'd wondered if Otabek had asked for it, if he was really as much of a bother as everyone says he is.

He felt like a fool, but fuck the pain was enough to drive him snooping around the townhome again, this time stealing a bottle of scotch from the bar in the parlor. Normally he wasn't one for brown liquids, but it was the closest thing to him before he heard footsteps of a guard and fled from the room, bottle in the waistline of his leggings with a grossly oversized hoodie to conceal it. He made it back to his room and cursed himself that he wasn't able to see Andrej right now, he needed one of the pick me ups that he got from that moron JJ.

For now, he settled with the bottle and refused his dinner by throwing a stiletto heel at the maids head that tried to bring it to him. He stayed like this for about 24 hours; refusing ro bathe, eat or sleep in his bed. Just watching stupid rom com's on his TV spread out on the tufted chaises lounge, wallowing in his own sorrows yet again. He hated himself for being so pathetic, but it just hurt to think that Otabek had left him. Either Yuri really was a horrible enough person to run him off, or even worse, the asshole had been hurt on whatever job he was on with Viktor and the moronic twins. His heart ached and he took another long pull, retching a little from the horrid taste.

It was almost midnight when Yuri awoke to the sound of his door opening and he realized he'd passed out on the lounge. He was stuck between just going back to sleep in his fogged state or violently assaulting whoever dared to enter his room at this hour. When he felt a hand lay on his head, his instincts took over and he jerked upwards. Blindly swinging his arm with the intent of slapping the shit outta the intruder, he let out a little gasp when his wrist was grasped in a strong, rough grip. He whipped around wide eyed and was now face to face with a familiar stern, strong, perfect face.

"O-Otabek!?" He gasped, not caring in the moment how much like a lovesick schoolgirl he sounded. Otabek just stared at him with that same intense way he had since the first day they had met before, not releasing Yuri's wrist. Emotion surged through him and he swung his left hand around to hopefully land a slap across Otabek's cheek, but that too was caught with little effort. Feeling rather vulnerable with both his wrists held in front of him, he blurted out the first thing on his mind.

"Where the hell have you been!? You were supposed to only be gone for two days! You fucking LIAR!" He shouted in Otabek's face, who infuriatingly gave no reaction as usually apart from the firm setting of his jaw.

"Yuri. Up to trouble again I hear." The older man stated, his tone washing over Yuri and making him feel like his body was turning to jello. Otabek released his wrists and turned around, grabbing a plate of warm Pirozhki and setting it in between them.

"Eat." The older man commanded, and Yuri frowned. Otabek really thought he was going to be gone for 3 extra days with no explanation and come back and try to order him around? Who the hell did this guy think he was?!

"Fuck you! You can't tell me what to do! You LIED to me about how long you'd be gone. Probably couldn't wait to get away from me could you! I can't believe I was actually worried about you Пидарас. (Asshole)" He screamed, face flushing red in embarrassment at what he said, and regretting instantly that he said it out loud. Otabek at first just furrow his brows, almost looking angry for a moment, but slowly the offense morphed to pensive and the hardness in his eyes dissipated.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. Otabek ran his fingers through his own hair in an almost flustered gesture before turning up the side of his lips in an expression that could only be described as a smile before speaking again, this time in a much softer tone.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, I was never trying to get away from you, and I came back to you as soon as I could, the job was more… complicated than we had anticipated. Now please, will you eat something? They told me you haven't been eating, and that worries me." Yuri's blush grew at Otabek's words.

"I'm fine…" he mumbled, turning away and pulling a blanket over himself, affectively hiding Otabek from his gaze. He heard his bodyguard release another sigh and he kept his eyes averted when Otabek brought the plate around and sat down with it directly in front of Yuri again.

"Yura." Yuri's heart did a little flip at the new nickname, but his pride kept him from looking at Otabek. That pride died when his pale manicured hand was covered by the rough, tattooed hand of his bodyguard. The touch caught him off guard, but what really shook him was the soft look in the other's eyes.

"Yuri, you don't need to be worried about me, I do not intend on dying anytime soon." He reached up and pushed the blanket off Yuri's head. "I'll always come back to you."

Yuri's face began to heat up again and he yanked his hand away, worried his increased temperature would become apparent to the older man. The words were too sweet to believe, and he was sure that they were not meant in the way that Yuri was taking them. Still whether romantic or not, it was nice to know that Otabek was not trying to get away from him. That'd make him the first since Viktor. He was still grappling with what to say in reply, when his stomach decided to speak for him and let out a long, loud, embarrassing growl. Worse than that Otabek was now smirking that devilishly handsome smile of his at him.

"Shut up and give me one of those!" He barked through his embarrassment, snatching a pirozhki and proceeding to stuff his face. It seemed that since Otabek had returned, the appetite that had been eluding him in the previous days had now come back, and with a vengeance. He took a couple big bites before allowing himself to peek at Otabek, who was now picking up the empty bottles that littered the floor along with some sticky crystal glasses he'd thought would be pretty to drink out of.

After he had eaten a few of the delicious stuffed rolls, he noticed the disheveled look of his bodyguard, the bags under his eyes, the slightly delayed movements, the wrinkles in his suits. A thought occurred to him.

"When did you get back?" Yuri asked. Otabek paused from where he was removing the excess pillows from his bed and stashing them at the trunk at the end of the bed.

"Maybe half hour ago. I reported to the Pakhan, he informed me of your current..." He paused looking Yuri up and down. "…state." The blonde flushed again he knew he was a mess, slept-in crumpled clothes, one of his thigh high socks had slipped below his knee, his hair probably tangled in 1000 new knots. (He didn't think he'd actually brushed it in the last 48 hours.) "And I wanted to see how you were."

The words made Yuri feel light inside. Otabek came to check on him. Could it be that he ever cared about him? Was such a sweet, lovely thing even possible? He was suddenly ashamed at himself for acting like such a selfish child, just like Dedushka was always telling him he was.

"A-are you hungry?" He asked, feeling like he was sailing in uncharted waters and hating every minute of it. Otabek stopped fluffing a pillow and gave Yuri a confused look. Yuri cursed himself, was a moron, a complete and utter moron.

"U-um, you know, cause you probably haven't eaten if you just got back? There's plenty here for of b-both of us." He offered stuttering like a damn fool once again. Not being able to bear facing Otabek any longer Yuri huffed and fumbled with the remote, the background noise starting to agitate him. Turning the TV and the long-forgotten movie off, he plunged the room into a softer atmosphere, the lights from the city only source of illumination in the otherwise dark room.

The silence seemed to drag on for a lifetime before Yuri heard hard soles on the floor moving over to where he was seated on the lounge. A weight settled at the other end and a the surprised teenager whipped his head around just in time to see Otabek take a bite out of one of the Pirozhki's. It was so alien to see him in this setting. It made him seen, strangely more human.

"Thank you." Otabek said in the darkness and Yuri smiled. The two ate the rest of the plate in silence, just watching the lights change outside and listening to the bustle of streets below. Eventually Yuri began dozing off but fought for consciousness just for the feeling of his skin tingling wherever it made contact with the older mans. When Otabek opened the door to leave he couldn't keep himself from calling out.

"Goodnight, Otabek." He blushed as the words left his lips. A small pause and then finally a reply.

"Сладкие сны Yura." (Sweet dreams)