Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Five

Smoke curled through the air, dancing with the snow that fell from the ashen sky. Otabek was glad to be spending the winter in St Petersburg rather than Moscow this year. For the last 3 years he'd spent long nights spent within drafty walls, the largest source of heat in the building being that of the overcrowding prisoners. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he knew that he should be counting his blessings that he was serving time in a different way now. His beautiful boy had been driving him extra wild tonight, even Otabek had his limits with the amount of rudeness from Yuri he could take. When the two were on their way home Otabek was more than pleased when Yuri said he was stopping for coffee. It was a small family shop right by the townhouse, it was safe, so he stayed outside to have a smoke and take a breather.

Things had been different between them ever since he came back from Kazan and his dealings with those idiotic gambling brothers. He had been confused as all hell at Yuri's little outburst before he left. Ready to chalk it up to a childlike tantrum from feeling left out and out of control, Otabek was stopped by the heartbreaking eyes Yuri had made at him when he left. Never before had Yuri expressed any kind of concern for him before, but now he was telling him to be safe like he thought he would never see him again. Actually, that was the first time he'd shown any concern for anyone other than himself in the few months since Otabek had been working for him.

As surprising as it was in the moment, it was so like Yuri to distract and confuse Otabek right before he was finally going to get to do work that he was familiar and therefore comfortable with. Those turquoise eyes haunted him for the next five days, no more so than when things started to go haywire and Otabek began to worry he might not be able to keep his word about coming back. Ultimately the brothers and their rag tag team of petty thieves succumb to the superior criminals after nearly 4 days of pursuit. Their initial assault didn't go as planned, there were more men than expected guarding the owners and they not only had failed their mission but lost the element of supplies. It took days to catch back up to the brothers, but thankfully once they had a hold of the twins it took less than 12 hours to extract the needed information from them before Otabek had the glamorous job of dumping their bodies into the Volga river.

The others slept on the plane back to St Petersburg but he couldn't close his eyes, afraid he'd dream of Yuri and somehow that would be dragging him into this terrible mess. He was once again thankful for the shower on board the plane, and scrubbed himself raw, not wanting to return to Yuri with blood under his fingernails. Yuri… Otabek was anxious to get back to him.

Upon the teams arrival, there was a lengthy briefing with the Pakhan, that in Otabek's opinion could have been given by Viktor alone. He knew he should be honored and grateful to be in the presence of the Pakhan like a good hired hand should be, but he couldn't help but feel that he somewhat guilty in his presence for the feelings he was harboring for his dear grandson. Truthfully, he was just itching to ask of Yuri, luckily never needed to. After the briefing, Nikolai regaled him and Viktor with tales of the rebellious teenagers actions over the last few days ending with Yuri in lockdown within the townhome. Otabek couldn't help but feel bad for the boy, all alone like a princess in her tower. Yuri would kill him if he ever knew he'd had that thought.

"Otabek, You are the only one who can control him, how do you do it my boy?" Nikolai bolstered puffing heavily on a pipe full of tobacco. Otabek gave no reaction, hating to be made the center of attention about a topic he was a still coming to grips understanding himself.

"I don't know sir, I think anyone can control Yuri, he has a very strong will." He hoped he didn't sound like he was disagreeing with Nikolai but luckily the response was good natured laughter, it seemed like he understood Otabek was a man of few words.

"I suppose your right there. Anyways, I'll need you back at your post tomorrow. Maybe that will get him back to normal. Can't even get the boy to eat a damn meal!" He grumbled.

Oh, the power of this 17-year-old boy. To invoke the worried emotions of an all-powerful, career criminal and Bratva King. And now add one Otabek Altin to that list because the thought of the already waiflike teenager not eating was something that concerned him.

After the fateful events of that night things had really changed between him and the dark prince. They had begun to develop an almost friendship. Yuri had stopped treating him like a common servant and now often attempted frequent conversation with him. Otabek had never been a talker really, but he had been near silent to the boy until now. A

d honestly, this closeness wasn't doing any wonders for keeping his desires about Yuri to himself.

Still there were nights, like tonight, when he felt himself still wanting to strangle the boy, or maybe give him a good spanking to teach him some manners. Groaning, he shook the x-rated thoughts from his head and puffed hard again, trying to expel his anger with his exhale.

Yuri and his idiot friends were attending some gallery opening and had been out tonight shopping for outfits at the kind of stores that rang up bills that could only be described as shocking to someone like Otabek. They all behaved atrociously, Yuri especially even going as far as to make one salesgirl cry. Otabek made sure to leave a hefty tip for the manager as an apology and let him know it was from Nikolai Plisetsky himself to ensure his prince could keep shopping there. He'd just put it on his expense report later, unfortunately this kind of things were common practice anywhere Yuri was involved. All of these brats were all so entitled and spoiled, his Yura at the head, spitting venom like a poisonous snake.

Yura. He'd let the pet name slip on a couple of occasions each time chastising himself after watching Yuri's reactions. He wasn't dumb, he'd caught on to the fact the teenager had a little crush on him at best, or at least found him attractive. It had complicated things for Otabek, I mean, how much was a man supposed to take with the tantalizing youth coming on to him all the time. He longed for just a taste of that sweet forbidden fruit but knew that no good would come from going down that road. So instead he fought all his own desires and pushed the fallen angel away like he was unwanted, and it killed him to do it. Still, this sort of closeness remained between the two. Otabek knew that Yuri would just make up reasons to leave the townhome, just so the two of them could be together. It was one of those things that made Otabek happy and sad.

He talked more about his life before he met Otabek. How'd he'd met his friends, the twins Natasha and Andrej had gone to his old boarding school though they were 2 years older. Katya and Natasha had become friends, and thus part of the group when Natasha briefly did some modeling work. Apparently, she didn't cut it as a model, too much cocaine and diet pills, not enough actually showing up on set. She's been taking her time off to "find her passion" but it's been a year, and nothing had happened. The twins never seemed to want to do anything other than party.

When Yuri was drunk or high, and the two were alone, he talked about sad things, like how he missed his mother, how she used to sing to him and taught him ballet but he quit when she died. Those were the hardest nights, looking into the eyes of a scared child forced to grow up too fast and knowing he couldn't be the one to lend comfort.

He saw the door open and Yuri emerge with 2 coffees in his hand, one very large with whipped cream on top, the other small with a flat lid. Otabek cocked an eyebrow at him. This was new. Coffee?

"Look I'm sorry for earlier or whatever, Natasha was just pissing me off and put me in a bad mood." The boy looked away as he spoke, his blush might be mistaken for the harsh December air irritating the pale surface, but Otabek knew better.

"So, you threw your champagne of the saleswoman because you were mad at Natasha? Make sense." He stated flatly, Yuri looked almost offended.

"Did you not see that heinous angora sweater she brought me?" He exclaimed loudly, Otabek just shook his head and took his paper cup from the teen.

"That doesn't mean you can throw things at people who are just trying to help you." He scolded, holding firm. Silence met him and when he glanced over, he saw the teen scrolling through his Instagram feed sipping his whipped cream syrup drenched sugar bomb.

"Yuri, I'm speaking to you." He clenched his fist. God this boy had been getting under his skin all day. He just wanted to grab him by his face, bend him over the nearest surface and make him listen. Imaging the little devils pale round cheeks glowing red, his own handprints staring back at him from his masterpiece. Sure, the kitten would try to act tough for the first couple smacks, but in the end, he'd be crying and begging for him to stop. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he snapped out of his daydream before a smile could form.

"Yeah, yeah look I said I was sorry, and I got you coffee okay?" Yuri all but whined. "And who do you think you are ordering me around like that, my father!" The tiger hissed, but all too quickly the pout morphed into a twisted grin.

"Or would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" The suggestive words dripped from Yuri's lip glossed smirk, his eyes opened in a feign innocence, hair falling like a golden curtain over one side. It all took Otabek by surprise and caused him to choke on the coffee he was sipping on. Yuri was sent into a laughing fit.

"Hahaha! Oh my god, you should have seen your face!" Yuri cracked up as Otabek struggled to catch his breath.

"Don't *cough* call *cough* *cough* me that *COUGH*" Otabek attempted to speak, his choking turning his olive skin red which thankfully masked the blush across his face. Fuck. Yuri was calling him Daddy now, this was just too much! He couldn't stand to listen, he could barely restrain himself as it was sometimes. Yuri's laughs grew louder, until the boy was clutching his sides in agony.

Otabek was mortified, all the minx had to do was call him Daddy once and he lost all composure? He was pathetic. His body felt like it had been hit with a lightening bolt, he was still hot all over, he was no better than a horny teenager himself. Otabek's earlier daydream popped back into his head, this time Yuri's cries of ecstasy sprinkled with breathless moans of "Daddy!" He had no idea how to explain away his response without giving too much away, so he stayed silent and began to walk once again in the direction of the townhome. Between his own hysterical laughs Yuri began to follow.

"Hey Daddy! Wait for me!" The older man flinching when his cock jumped at the word again. God this boy was going to be the death of him.

"Yuri." He says in his serious tone, turning back to give a look that some had called 'chilling' at the boy. As usual he tried let his tone, not his words speak for him but despite the fact that Yuri was dealing with a man who had committed violent crime and killed countless men, the boy not shaken in the least.

"Daddy." The teen replied smirking, another jump in Otabek's slacks. He was challenging Otabek. The older man didn't know if he wanted to fall on his knees and worship this young angel sent straight from the depths of hell, or show him why baby boy like him shouldn't be trying to mess around with a man like Otabek. Daddy huh? Oh, he'd love to be. But he couldn't. Yuri was just a child! A child who still needed to be taught what it was like to play with fire… Plus, on the other hand…

"If the Pakhan or anyone who works for him heard you calling me that, they would skin me alive. You don't want that, do you Yura?" He loomed over the boy stopping dead in his tracks right before the front door so Yuri had no choice but to actually bump into him. He never claimed to be a perfect man, and that little bit of contact was enough for him, or so he told himself. The blonde devil pouted and rolled his eyes, loudly sucking the last of his 'coffee' through his straw. Мейірімді Құдай рақым етсін… (Dear lord have mercy…)

"C'mon brat let's get inside." He said with the intent of sounding commanding and, but again he let slip let his inner dialogue mix with his actual speech and now it just sounded like he was playing into Yuri's game. Hell, maybe he just did, he wouldn't be surprised if he'd walked right into the hellions trap. Not trusting himself to say another word, he spun on his heel and continued the rest of the way to the townhome, letting himself in with the now familiar combo of thumbprint and keycard. Otabek wondered sometimes what it was like to live in a place like this. I mean sure he was here a lot, but he still had his apartment to return to remind himself how far from the mafia elite he was. He was hired help, and he needed to remember that he told himself as he walked through the door. Nodding to the other staff, he watched Yuri hand the maid his oversized black fur coat and shake his gold mane out. Otabek couldn't help but notice it was damp from the snow and slightly tangled. He imagined what it would be like to run his fingers through that beautiful storm, carefully untangling each delicate strand by hand.

"C'mon let's go get some food, I'm starved." Yuri's voice broke him from his day-dream and he followed the boy to the kitchen, keeping the jacket on. His bike was in the garage and he really had no business to be going up to Yuri's room with him. Boundaries like that were important to him, with his desire for the teenage fantasy growing daily, more necessary than ever. However, just something simple like eating together, or Yuri getting him coffee meant just as mush if not more than his lust for the boy. It was showing him the more intimate parts of his angel, the soft, caring parts. The ones he shut away from the world but was showing more of to Otabek. His precious kitten, his heart soared at the thought of being a confidant to the troubled youth.

Walking into the kitchen he was met with the sight of Yuri yelling at Paval that he was hungry and to feed him NOW. Otabek shook his head and chastised the spoiled child. He dismissed Paval, letting him know he will take care of the Plisetsky heir. It was well after 8pm and the man was supposed to be off by now. Yuri glared at him with what was really more of a pout but didn't say a word. He heated them both up a couple bowls of solyanka soup and took a seat across from Yuri at the kitchen table.

They ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Yuri scrolling through his various social networking sites, Otabek content to enjoy the food and company. Eventually, the blonde giggled at whatever he was reading prompting Otabek to steal a glance. Though he appreciated his spitfire attitude, he thinks he loved this Yuri the most. In his home, carefree, with a real smile, not a smirk on his face. He felt the corner of his own mouth twitch in response and he had to suppress a smile himself at the gorgeous site in front of him.

As much as he wanted to hide from it, to deny it and run for the hills and leave this knowledge behind, he knew he was really falling hard for Yuri. Despite everything that was wrong about it, despite what a sick and twisted man he knew it made him for having such feelings for someone so young, he loved him. He knew he could never act on his feelings so he needed to keep his resolve strong and just do his job. At least being his bodyguard he could be close to the blonde. With a melancholy heart he realized that he was now staring at an empty bowl and stood to collect both his and Yuri's bowls. The teenagers was still half full, but Otabek had quickly learned that Yuri had a very annoying habit of only ever eating half his food. It almost made him want to laugh, this was a problem only a spoiled prince like he could have while Otabek himself was lucky to get 2 proper meals a day as a child. There was no being picky, and every bite he was able to procure for himself always cherished. Once the bowls were washed and dried, he turned back to Yuri who was still ignoring him for his phone.

"Are you planning on leaving the house again tonight?" He asked, already knowing Yuri had no such plans. The blonde looked up with a sad, desperate look on his face.

"You're leaving?" He asked in softer tone than normal. One he had only heard a couple times since the night he returned from Kazan. Otabek didn't know how to respond.

"Not if you don't want me to." He felt the words fall from his lips, helpless to the sparkling turquoise eyes that looked so disappointed. The smile he received was enough of a reward for his stupid admission and the blush that tinted the others cheeks and danced across his nose made his heart beat double time. The two just sort of stood there, Otabek doing his best to seem professional and calm while Yuri looked so damn adorable in front of him.

"Okay, follow me!" The blonde got up and began the descent to his bedroom. Otabek wondered why Nikolai didn't put an elevator in the place, then again, his quarters were on the first floor. It almost seemed like he wanted Yuri as far away as possible from him, or maybe he was punishing him with all the stairs.

It felt a little wrong, the be entering Yuri's bedroom under such circumstances. What are they doing right now, just hanging out? He was his bodyguard, not his friend. Not to mention all of the things he would like to do to Yuri in his bedroom. It was huge, with almost a full living room set up, a large master four poster canopy bed, complete with a bathroom and closet fit for a king. There was no end to the fantasies his mind dreamed up over the last few months of servitude. Otabek focused on clearing his mind and perfecting his mask of stoic indifference while Yuri sprawled out on his chase lounge and turned on his wall mounted TV.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked casually throwing the Kazakh for a loop. Was he really just going to spend time with Yuri one on one in his room? Sure, he was around Yuri quite a bit, but it was always with the pretense of Otabek working. Somehow this felt much different. There was no one to protect him from in the house, no reason for him to be other than Yuri wanting to spend time with him.

"I don't know, I don't really watch TV." He replied honestly, taking a seat on one of the other couches. This was weird. This was a line that they hadn't crossed, and he felt like if he stayed, he was just inviting trouble.

"You don't watch TV? What do you do when you go home?" Yuri asked. Trouble. So much trouble. Now he was asking Otabek about his life? He felt like he couldn't breathe, he knew he should just leave now, keep things purely professional, but he couldn't stop staring at the beautiful creature in front of him. Yuri had shared his life with Otabek, had let him in and now he was asking him to do the same.

"I read, listen to music, work out, work on my bike." His chest was tight as he knowingly made the mistake of getting closer to his forbidden fruit. Otabek liked to pride himself on having great instincts, and right now his were all telling him he was making a mistake, and he needed to run while he had the chance.

"You read? Ha! I can't picture that at all!" Yuri laughed, crinkling his nose and closing his eyes. God he is so adorable. Otabek shot a small smile at the blonde.

"I am more than just muscle Yura." He teased and his heart skipped a beat. Was he flirting with the boy now? This was not going well…

"Apparently. Do you wear glasses too? I bet they look sexy on you Daddy." Otabek was glad he was sitting down, because he was sure his legs would have given out if he'd been standing. The boy was going to be the absolute death of him.

"Now I'm going Yura." He frowned and stood abruptly causing a slightly frantic Yuri to stand as well.

"No! Don't go! I'm sorry! I'll stop." Yuri blushed and wouldn't look Otabek in the eye as he reached out and grabbed the others arm. Sure, maybe the boy meant it, but this had already gone too far.

"I should get going anyways Yura, I have some business to take care of." He lied, willing to do anything to get away from this fallen angel, the beauty had no idea what he was putting him through. The grip on his arm squeezed tight for a minute before letting go completely, and Otabek was caught off guard when Yuri pushed him hard in the chest. Normally, it would take a man twice Yuri's size to move Otabek, but he was taken completely off guard.

"Fine, get the fuck out of here then!" He yelled before storming off to the closet. He could here the teen grumbling to himself while he presumably changed his clothes. Otabek didn't know what to do now. He didn't want to upset Yuri, but he didn't want to… invite some sort of inappropriate relationship. It was more than what Nikolai would do to him if he ever gave into his desires for the boy, but just slight suspicion could get him reassigned. The thought of not being able to see Yuri everyday was enough to cause him to break out in a sweat, he pinched the bridge of his nose but it did little to ease his tension.

"Yura!" He called, still not knowing what to say, but not wanting to leave it like that. When there was no reply he tried again but was met with silence. Sighing, he figured it was for the best anyways, and left the room without a sound. Quickly making his was to his bike. he rode into to the black on the night before him, his heart hurting as he remembered the hurt look on Yuri's face. He needed to keep his feelings under control, for both his and Yuri's sake, he was the adult here after all. The cold night air stung his face, and he accepted it as punishment for his stupidity. After all, the prince never ends up with the pauper.

Otabek fell asleep that night cold and alone in his shitty apartment, silently hoping that Yuri knew he didn't mean to push him away. He wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and show him exactly how precious he was to him. Show him how bothered he is by his sexy little outfits and what it makes him want to do to the boy. Most of all he wanted to hold him when he was sad and let this poor child know that he is loved, but he will never be able to do these things. But he would never let his angel go, he couldn't. After all, fools in love, is there anything more pathetic. *