Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Eight- Heartless

Yuri was a man scorned. Every inch of his body was on fire, tingling with adrenaline, threatening to burn him from the inside out. He ran through the halls barely making it to his room, slamming the door violently as the tears gathered in his eyes and threatened to fall. The need to escape, to forget everything washed over him as he clutched at his sweater desperately. What had he done? Everything was ruined now. He was SO sure he had read Otabek correctly, that the older man at least found Yuri attractive, and he'd maybe felt something more. At least that's what he hoped. It had taken a lot for him to work up the nerve to pull that little stunt, but when he heard that Dedushka was moving Otabek in, he thought it would be the perfect time to finally make a move. Oh, how it to hurt to be this wrong.

Tilting his head back, he blinked rapidly, trying to keep the accumulated tears from spilling over and ruining his make-up. His chest actually hurt, like he had just been punched and his lip hurt where he had been biting down to hold back the sob that threatened to rip from him. Those words kept replaying in his head. "You're just a kid, I'll never feel that way about you." Another wave of pain rolled through him.

Never.

The way Otabek had looked at him, this man he had come to trust, come to have feelings for was so cold and uncaring, as if he were disgusted with the sight in front of him. Embarrassment surged through him, he had never been so blatantly rejected before in his life. People usually were crawling on their hands and knees to get a piece of him, but now the one person he actually wants in return wants nothing to do with him. This had never happened to Yuri before. And now not only did he have Otabek as a lover, but he probably just ruined that friendship that had just began to bloom between them.

"FUCK!" He cried and banged his fist on the back of his door. No one rejects Yuri Plisetsky.

The seething blonde's anger spiked, and he tore through his room ending up in the closet throwing together the hottest outfit he could think of. He would make Otabek pay! The fact that it was January and currently 2 degrees Celsius outside thrown aside he pulled out a pair of red leather shorts with horizontal zippered front pockets and a large exposed zipper in the front. On top he wore a sheer long-sleeved top with a leather corset style bodice. He decided on a simple black leather choker with a big red ring and even changed his tongue jewel to match. He complimented the look with thigh highs held up with black leather garters with gold studs, topped off with knee high military style boots with a stiletto heel.

The young blond was out of breath and soon the silence in the room was crushing. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth, music filled the air with a grinding metal taste with the acid tones of Maria Brink.

I'm the girl you've been thinking about

The one thing you can't live without

I'm the girl you've been waiting for

I'll have you down on your knees

I'll have you begging for more

You probably thought I wouldn't get this far

You thought I'd end up in the back of a car

You probably thought that I'd never escape

I'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this place

You don't know how hard I fought to survive

Waking up alone when I was left to die

You don't know about this life I've led

All these roads I've walked

All these tears I've bled…

The screams echoed the pain in his heart as he furiously and aggressively brushed out his hair, it had been so perfect earlier, he had spent hours preparing, making sure he looked perfect before he had the bright idea to try and seduce Otabek. God he felt so fucking stupid. 'I'll never think of you that way.' A shiver ran up his spine. Cursing aloud he began to braid his hair in two plaits on his left side, leaving the rest down and sinfully straight hanging down to the small of his corseted waist.

Once his hair was complete he started putting on many rings, earrings, and bracelets, but there was one in particular on it that had a delicate clasp that Yuri could not fasten and after what felt like 100 attempts he let out an angry cry and throw the offending object across the room. Panting, he braced himself on the tile counter for a few shaky breaths before lifting his head and was startled by Otabek's reflection in the mirror, standing stone faced leaning casually against the doorframe.

Yuri's eyes narrowed before he had to turn away, the shame and embarrassment raising the temperature in his cheeks and sent all the blood rushing to his face. Shit. He had practically thrown himself at the other man not more than 20 minutes ago. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? He couldn't do this, couldn't be in here right now…

Otabek raised his eyebrow at him before crossing the room calmly to retrieve the bracelet and brought it back to him like a faithful servant. Reaching out with his tattooed hand, he took a gentle hold of Yuri's wrist, causing him to blush even harder. Even faced with blunt and brutal rejection, he was still hopelessly attracted to this god of a man. Daring to raise his gaze he watched as his bodyguard turned his delicate wrist over with care and wrapped the bracelet around, bringing the two end together in the center of a blue vein on Yuri's wrist. With surprisingly nimble fingers held steady by strong hands fastened the clasp in place on the first try making Yuri feel horribly inadequate even though he knew it was much harder to do on his own.

Irritated he pushed himself away from the other man who was acting like nothing was wrong and went to apply a finishing layer of lip gloss for good measure. Smacking his lips in the mirror in faux confidence, never once looking at Otabek, though he could feel his gaze heavy upon his back. Deciding that he was ready to get the fuck out of there, he blazed by his bodyguard head held high and pulled an oversized leopard print minx fur coat perfect for keeping him warm on the way to the club in his minimal attire.

"Let's go." He practically growled out and threw open his bedroom door which banged LOUDLY and headed for the garage not even waiting for his bodyguard to follow. He needed a drink, he needed drugs, he needed to dance and sweat until he couldn't move anymore.

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"Yuri! Maybe you should slow down a bit man! We have all night!" Andrej yelled above the music and clapped him on the shoulder. No, he didn't want to slow down. It was his fifth shot in less than an hour since they had arrived at the clock and JJ was supposed to be there soon. He couldn't wait to just get high and not have to feel so fucking terrible anymore. Otabek was keeping his distance but still nearby, a fact that he reveled in and also made him sick. HE hadn't told Andrej what he'd done, just texted him that he needed to go out and fuck the world tonight. His ever eager friend let him know that he had already planned to meet up with JJ at Tiger tonight, so that was where Yuri demand Otabek take him and then not say a word for the rest of the car ride.

"Fuck off let me do what I want." Yuri snarled grabbing the bottle form the table and pouring himself another shot. The faster he got drunk, the faster he could forget the pain he felt from his rejection.

"Yuri! You're so crabby tonight, more than usual, what's wrong?" Natasha crooned at him, attempting to stroke his face, but he bats her hand aside.

"Nothing okay! Just another shit day to go along with my shit life, what else is new." He grumbled. Sitting here was annoying him, he just wanted to dance. Here he was forced to think and that was the last think he wanted to do right now. As if right on que an annoying voice sounded behind him.

"Princess! What a nice surprise, Andrej please, you spoil me!" JJ called as he plopped down on the couch next to Yuri..

"Don't fucking call me that asshole!" He sneered in response, hating the nickname, unfortunately this just made JJ smile wider.

"Aw relax, I heard you were waiting for me." The older man leaned into his personal bubble, which albeit wasn't much consider the alcohol beginning to take hold. The Canadian then pulled out a baggie containing a couple hits of molly and waved it in his face. Yuri's eyes widened.

"Hey! Watch it with that, my bodyguard is around here somewhere!" He hissed grabbing at the bag, JJ pulling it back out of reach.

"Bodyguard?" The Canadian questioned. Yuri had purposefully never brought the two to the same place before, knowing JJ and his ridiculous personality, he didn't want to ruin his plug by exposing him to the Kazakh gangster of his dreams.

"Yes! And if he sees that it'll be an issue." He seethed not willing to let his evening end so soon, he hadn't even gotten to do the molly, which was the entire reason he was here. Taking another swipe for the drugs JJ held them out of reach and still in plain sight.

"Ah ah Princess!" JJ seemed to enjoy Yuri basically in his lap trying to grab the baggie from his long arms. "Even royalty has to pay for the goods." The older man quipped causing him to pout, the effects of the alcohol already affecting him

"Relax JJ I got it!" Andrej walked over and slipped the money in his hand, quickly exchanging for the baggie. Feeling impish, he stuck his tongue out at the dealer, who's bright blue eyes flashed.

"I bet that tongue of yours is as dangerous as the rest of you mon cher." He taunted, his eyelids lowering in a way that had Yuri looking away.

With the same sly movement his friend had taken the baggie from JJ and he took 2 mg of the pretty little pill that would set him free. Chasing the pills with shot of vodka, a familiar suit appeared in his hazy peripheral vision. Praying to God he didn't just see the pill Yuri took he took this opportunity to leave before he had to so much as look at his bodyguard.

"Well, I don't know about you fuckers, but I came here to dance." Yuri flippantly got up from his seat, tossing his head and starring pointedly at his two friends.

"Oui oui please Princess, go dazzle us with another show!" JJ called and winked at him. Yuri whirled around to make a nasty retort, but the words died in his throat when he caught the way Otabek was looking at JJ. The sharp lines of his jaw were set like stone and his shoulders squared off in straight masculine lines, his eyes dark and full of disgust, all aimed right at the man so openly flirting with Yuri. It was there, the feelings Otabek had denied so harshly earlier, they were plain as day in those deep dark pools. He didn't know if it was the drugs, the 6 shots of vodka, or his fiery desire to hurt Otabek and make him pay for rejecting him, but he decided to wink back and even toss the Canadian a little kiss before pulling a giggling Natasha with him onto the dance floor.

His smile as they pushed their way through to crowd so they could take their rightful place at the center, where the crowd was thick, and the boundaries were slim to none. He let himself laugh out loud, and while people may have thought it was from the dancing, or the music, or that he was just drunk, but it was really because he was hoping that Otabek's heart hurt now, the way his had since earlier that night in the bodyguards room.

Jealousy. That was the look in the others eyes, jealousy and possessiveness. But Yuri had practically thrown himself at the other and was shut down, hard. 'I'll never think of you that way.' Again rang through his head, like a clear arc through the pulsating beat of the bass over the crowd. Bullshit! Well if Otabek wasn't going to appreciate Yuri Plisetsky for the gift to men that he was, he would just have to show him how desirable he was.

Dancing through the crowd, moving against everyone, grinding against anyone who dared, he was a whirlwind on the dancefloor. His molly began to peak, and he lost track of time, every song blending into the next. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but this beat, this song, fireworks exploding in his brain as tempo began to rise.

Eventually the burning in his throat had him shimmying through the crowd back to his table for something to quench his thirst. After chugging the first drink in sight, he momentarily crashed on the couch next to Andrej, who was talking to JJ. He caught the older man observing him hungrily, and while normally this just irritated him, right now it sort of felt nice. He didn't know if it was the drugs, or the fact that Otabek couldn't seem to stand the other man, or simply because he was feeling insecure in his rejection.

Yuri couldn't remember the last time he had actually had sex. He was no prude, but he was picky, as he felt he had a right to be and it wasn't easy to find someone who lived up to his high standards. He hadn't realized it at first, but after Otabek had come into his life no other man could seem to measure up. At first it was just lust, but over time feelings grew. After almost seeing Otabek die for him, his feelings were eating him alive and he made his move.

Rejection burned him deeply and had him questioning everything right now. He felt so embarrassed, such a fool for throwing himself at his bodyguard like that, and now he wanted to burn the memory out of his mind. Rejection rotting his soul to the core. And yet…

Otabek had looked jealous when JJ had flirted with him earlier. Maybe he could test the waters a little and see how he'd react if he let the drug dealer get a little more than friendly. A Cheshire cat grin threatened to creep over his face and he tried to keep it under control as much as possible. Sitting up, he practically crawled across Andrej's lap to talk to JJ who stopped midsentence and looked very amused.

"So you never dance…" He shamelessly baited the older man, making his long dark eyelashes flap slowly as he reached for the drug dealer's knee. Yuri could almost swear he could see JJ's blue/grey eye iris being swallowing in lust by the pupil. Andrej was laughing above him but was no stranger to Yuri's antics, so he let his friend flirt while awkwardly bent over his lap.

"Not so, I dance. But only when it's with a partner mon cher" The older man beamed a too bright smile at him, that was equally fake and predatorial. The fake part made him want to roll his eyes, but the lust enticed Yuri.

"Well what are we waiting for?" He lowered his voice as he slinked his body like a cat, crawling fully over Andrej and into JJ's lap feeling the Canadians hands rest on his ass immediately. Pervert.

"I guess now I'm waiting for you to get off my lap, though mow that you're here I don't know if I want you to go." JJ purred into his ear, giving his ass a squeeze and causing Yuri to unconsciously roll his hips into JJ's not able to let out the little huff of pleasure he felt from the action. He giggled and scrambled off the older man's lap, straightening up and extending a hand.

Whilst pulling the Canadian onto the dance floor with him he caught sight of Otabek yet again. This time he knew it was because the Kazakh wanted to make himself known. His eyes were full of fire and they were calling out to Yuri. But he wouldn't give him the satisfaction, so he walked right by the man pulling JJ closer to his body and throwing his long hair over his shoulder. They stepped onto the dance floor just as the song changed and immediately Yuri'd body was moving to the beat.

Never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need

Tryna find the one that can fix me

I've been dodging death in the six-speed

Amphetamine got my tummy feeling sickly

Yeah, I want it all now

JJ was all over him, hands running up and down his sides, pressing hard into the curve of his back. In truth he was actually a pretty good dancer, not afraid to move his hips. Yuri found himself actually having fun and letting loose, loosing himself in the sensation of flesh on flesh, of hot breath on his shoulder when the older man leans close enough.

Cause I'm heartless

And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless

All this money and this fame got me heartless

Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless

No pain, no hurts, no rejection. Just sweat and skin and fuck why did JJ's body feel so good against his own. He groaned and spun around to face his dance partner. Sweat was beginning to drip down the others face. Yuri could appreciate that he was handsome, in a way that totally predictable, and safe. Like Prince Charming. Right now though, Prince Charming was being bad, smirking down at Yuri before running a hand through his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

Tryna be a better man but I'm heartless

Never be a wedding plan for the heartless

Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless

At first Yuri was shocked, but the feeling of lips moving against his and the experienced tongue probing at his lips soon had him closing his eyes in pleasure. Fueled by desperation and the need for human comfort he let his arms wrap around JJ's shoulders and kissed him back with no abandon. Everything he had wanted to give to Otabek, he was giving to JJ. All the pent-up emotion poured out of him like he was a cat in heat, no longer dancing just making out at this point. The older man pulled back with a laugh, but Yuri wouldn't let up choosing instead to leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone and neck, unable to reach his jaw.

"Calm down little Tiger, follow me" Yuri whined at being pulled away, the need for affection, for contact so strong at this point. He allowed himself to be pulled out of the crowd toward a familiar hallway when suddenly a strong grip yanked him out of JJ's arms.

His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was Otabek that had grabbed him and was giving him the wildest look that he had ever seen on the usually stoic man.

"Yura are you out of your mind?" He huffed out in a manner Yuri thought was much like a bull. He however had had enough of Otabek ruining his night and ripped himself from his grasp.

"FUCK OFF! Do NOT follow me!" He screamed at his bodyguard and latched himself back onto the drug dealer's side who was giving Otabek a rather amused looked. Just a few more steps and JJ was opening the door to the tiny one person bathroom this club had in this hallway and began pulling a giggling Russian teenager after him.

"Yura! It is my JOB to protect you!" Otabek made once last desperate plea, exuding emotion in a way Yuri had never seen before. Good, he hoped this hurt Otabek after what he did to him. Let him suffer.

"Then stand guard and protect me." He deadpanned before pushing him and JJ inside and locking the door. Hey could feel Otabek pounding on the door and his cries to try and get Yuri to unlock the door as JJ attacked his lips again with fire and pushed him up against the same door. It was sort of exhilarating to feel every heavy blow Otabek made against the outside, giving him a grim satisfaction.

JJ was rushed and sloppy in his attack on Yuri's lips, but Yuri didn't mind one bit. He wanted to feel this, knew it was wrong but was everything he wanted in the moment. Teeth dug into his lip and over eager hand pulled at his hair. But it was good, it was so good. HE wanted to feel used, he wanted someone to want him.

"Yura! Please stop! Open this door!"

Clumsy hands fumbled with the zipper of Yuri's shorts but quickly JJ pulled out Yuri's half hard member and began pumping him to full mast. Throwing his head back so it hit the door loudly, he moaned and grabbed onto whatever part of JJ he could reach at this point. After just a couple stroke the older man dropped to his knees and engulfed Yuri's entire length in his mouth. The blonde gave a startled cry and bucked his hips forward, unable to stop himself from thrusting into the wet heat. JJ gagged a little and pulled off the length.

"Hey Princess, none of that, be a good boy for Daddy eh?" The older man smirked up at him with those devilish eyes and Yuri moaned just from the words alone.

"Yes Daddy!" He cried breathlessly as his cock was once again engulfed, this time his hips being held in place by the large soft hands of the other man. Even in his fog Yuri couldn't help but notice that there was no tattoo or scars or even callouses on JJ's hands.

"Yura! Please!" He could hear Otabek calling to him from the other side of the door, but he couldn't stop the string of moans and gasps that were pulled from his flush lips by the tongue lapping at the underside of his dick.

Suddenly, JJ pulled away and spun Yuri around, slamming him against the door once again and rattling it hard. He stuck two fingers in Yuri's mouth while fumbling with his own belt.

"Yeah, get those nice and wet for Daddy now." JJ commanded in his ear and he moaned around the fingers in his mouth, subconsciously spreading his legs in anticipation. He wasn't gentle in opening Yuri up, crudely thrusting one finger in for about 30 seconds before adding the other, the lubrication not nearly enough to numb the pain.

"Fuck DADDY!" He cried out, twisting his body in pain but not wanting it to show, he could take this, he wasn't some little kid. Tears began to build in his eyes when the fingers were removed and the emptiness hastily filled with what felt like roughly 7 inches of Canadian meat. He screamed and the tears spilled over as JJ started with a jackhammer pace, grabbing the back of Yuri's long hair and pulling tightly, stretching him to his capacity.

"YURA!"

"Aw fuck yeah Princess, look how well you take this dick, such a good girl." Yuri was both humiliated at the forced feminization and turned on by the dirty words and could honestly do nothing at this point but let the larger man fuck into him with what seemed to be all his strength. His body was soaring on high as he was worked open and he began to experience more pleasure than pain.

JJ grabbed his leg and flipped him around picking him up, Yuri immediately wrapping his legs around JJ's torso to not fall. The taller man had him pinned to the door now and was fucking him into it, rattling it hard with every thrust. This new angle helped to find Yuri's prostate and he began whining and whimpering on a whole new level , loving the feeling of the dick inside of him.

Changing positions slightly, JJ grabbed his legs and unwrapped them hooking them over both his arms as he mercilessly drove into the young Russian. It had been a while since he had been fucked like this and his tight little hole as aching already from the pounding. He wailed, cries of 'faster, more, fuck, and Daddy!' filled the air until it was too much for Yuri and he came across both of their stomachs, JJ pulled out and nearly dropping the teen on his knees so he could cum all over Yuri's face. That he did not appreciate. He had long hair and make up on, and he was still in public.

"What the fuck JJ!" He cried bringing his hand up immediately to wipe some of the goo from himself. The older man just smiled that fake smile again.

"Aw sorry Princess, did I get it in your precious hair?" Yuri pouted at the mocking tone but instead concentrated on standing up on his own, his knees weak and the bathroom floor was gross, he was kind of grossed out he'd been forced to kneel in here. JJ was busy zipping himself back into his slacks and then splashed so me cool water on his face.

"Well I gotta jet, but this was awfully fun let's do it again sometime." He quickly slipped out the bathroom door grinning wildly and straightening his tie. Yuri groaned stumbling over to quickly lock it again before he even had time to pull up his pants. Fluids tricking out of his ass and ran down his leg, it made him sick. Making his way to the sink he splashed some water on his face, not giving a fuck about his mascara running if it meant getting that assholes cum off his face. When he looked in the mirror at himself the gravity of what he had just done had sunk in.

He had FUCKED someone. And not only that, but Otabek probably heard most of it. Yuri felt like he might be sick and suddenly it was hard to breath. Embarrassment of a different kind hit him and he asked himself why the fuck he had the be like this. Eyes burning with unshed tears, he shakily opened the door expecting the worst, and sure enough it was there waiting for him. Otabek was slouched against the wall, his head in his hands tightly gripping his air. Yuri was honestly a little afraid to approach him right now.

"Beka?" He called, his voice quiet with shame, lip beginning to quiver. Dark brown eyes connected with turquoise and Yuri was exposed to the most heartbroken look he thought he had ever seen on another human being. It took his breath away and caused his throat to dry up.

Anguish. Anguish was portably the best word to describe the emotion festering in those rich chocolatey orbs, and Yuri had caused it all. After a tense moment of silence, anguish turned to anger, and he reach out grasping Yuri's hand harshly and proceeded to drag him all the way home without a word.

Tonight, he does not come into Yuri's room to help his take off his accessories or take out his braids like he would other nights. If Yuri pretended to be asleep he knew Otabek would take off more of his clothes and put him in his bed. Not tonight he left the teen at his door, not even crossing the threshold. He wanted to say something, anything, but what could he say after what he did. And just like that he was gone and Yuri was alone again.

AN: OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry everyone! Booooo! I know I fucking hate JJ but this was in the plans from the very beginning. Why do I feel the need to put my poor babies through this kind of heartache. I don't even know what else to say in this note because I feel like everyone's going to be mad AF and not even read it but, THINGS WILL GET BETTER! I promise some juicy Otayuri in the near future and then forever on thereafter! Also I hope you enjoy the music mentions, I think its something I want to do more often to help set the tone. I have a Yuri and an Otabek playlist but I was thinking about making one for this AU. Would anyone be interested? If not that's cool. Rejection is awesome…

ALSOOOOOOO…

Recently Zoxy2 asked me how big the townhouse was and I thought other readers might have the same question so here is a basic rundown:

It's friggin HUGE! Otabek compared it to The Winter Palace! (look it up it's amazing) It takes up an entire city block, and that's just the part above ground! There's also a small courtyard area in the back with access to the garage. 15 official bedrooms, 12 bathrooms, a library, and dance studio. There are multiple parlors and various recreation rooms, as well as Nikolai, Yakov, and Victors offices. Underground theirs the gym, the infirmary, and a part of the townhouse that we have not discovered yet 😉 Nikolai Plisetsky is one of the richest and most powerful men in St Petersburg. This townhome was originally built for Russian nobility back in the 1850's, so it's elegant, ornate, and luxurious.