Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline
Chapter Twelve- If I start, I won't stop
"Yeah yeah I heard you the first 100 times you don't have to keep repeating it to me like I'm a child!" Yuri huffed and crossed his arms, seated alone in the last row of the Escalade. He turned his head to look out the window and ignore his meddling bodyguard in the passenger seat. Shifting uncomfortably, the bullet proof vest he was made to wear under his dress shirt dug into his skin uncomfortably and he was already tired of wearing it. When he heard that he was getting to go on his first job, he was ecstatic, but between the vest, the stupid monkey suit, and mother-hen Otabek, his enthusiasm was being slowly dying out. He didn't think that 100 times was an exaggeration regarding Otabek and his nags about playing it safe.
'Stay between Viktor and I at all times Yura.' 'Don't make any rash moves Yura' 'Leave everything to us and just observe for now Yura.' Blah blah blah, he was a MAN! He was the son of Aleksandr Plisetsky, Grandson of Nikolai Plisetsky, and he could not afford to just be an extra with everything that his name expected of him. He almost wished that he had never come if Otabek was going to treat him like this. He thought being invited to go on this job meant that finally he was being taken seriously, that we were respected and trusted for his abilities. Guess he was wrong…
"Uh oh, the лапочка (little paw, Russian term of endearment) is getting angry." Whispered Mila in Georgi's ear in the middle seats, loud enough for Yuri to hear, but not enough to reach Viktor or Otabek up front.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU UGLY BITCH!" Yuri roared reaching forward swipe at the vibrant redhead in front of him, but her reflexes were too fast, and she ducked cackling like a witch.
"Yuri could you please stop it with your fits?" Viktor, who sounded exasperated already called from the driver's seat. If Yuri wasn't so pissed, he might laugh at the way it sounded like Viktor was their Dad trying to break up a fight in the backseat.
"She started it!" Yuri cried indignantly, not appreciating how Viktor was assuming this was his fault. He caught Mila making a smug face at him and scowled back at her. This is why he hated this bitch; she was always poking fun at him, always teasing him, and it was infuriating. How dare they all ruin the excitement of his first job like this.
The sun had set long ago, so when the port came into view, it was like a sea of light, bathing the black water in cool industrial tones, like some sort of dark fantasy world. He felt the anxiety start to creep up at the thought of how dangerous this job actually was, but he pushed it down just as quickly. This wouldn't be like that time in Dolce and Gabanna. He wouldn't cower and hide behind Otabek, just an asset to be protected. This time he was part of a team, a taskforce, and he sure as hell wouldn't look weak again.
They eventually arrive at the docks and pull up to park behind a small warehouse where the men who had tipped the Plisetsky's off were supposed to meet with the Solntsevskaya's men. From the report it sounded like a Brigaider and a 2 Bratok's*. Dedushka had been very pleased with the men who had reported to him that there was a rival Bratva trying to take over the territory they held for so long. He had instructed them to pretend to accept the men's demands and schedule a meeting with them to discuss the details. After the situation had been investigated and the men's claims were proved true, Deduskhka paid the men that came forward handsomely enough to get out of town for a while, as the Solntsevskaya's would no doubt be displeased with them for ruining their take over attempt. That lead to the situation they were currently in, standing in a dimly lit warehouse, just waiting in pure silence.
Yuri looked over to Otabek who was no more than 2 feet from him, that serious stoic look on his face, not betraying any sort of emotion. Fuck, even now when Yuri knew he should be nervous, should be thinking of the task at hand, he couldn't help but be distracted by the masculine sexiness of his bodyguard. But to be fair, he had a lot of free time at the moment. They had arrived 30 minutes prior to the scheduled meeting, and now these dickheads were 10 minutes late! All this standing around in silence was making his agitated.
"Where are those assholes?" Yuri grumbled crossing his arms.
"Soon enough Yuratchka, so please keep quiet so we can hear them." Viktor hushed him and it made him frown. Always being treated like a child. He went to complain but was stopped by a strong tan hand grasping onto his forearm in warning as Otabek gave him a deathly serious glare that had him biting his own tongue. Damn, that man was so attractive…
The three of them were positioned far enough into the warehouse where they would be hard to spot when their rivals entered the building. Mila and Georgi were positioned by the door, tasked with subduing the men before bringing them to Viktor, Yuri, and Otabek. Yuri had the feeling it would be better if Otabek was grouped with the crazy siblings to make it three on three, but Otabek wasn't going to let Yuri out of his sight. On one hand he was annoyed that he wasn't trusted enough to take care of himself, but on the other hand, it was nice to feel like Otabek cared about him, maybe more than a regular bodyguard would.
Finally, they heard a car pull up and park right in front of the warehouse, accompanied but boisterous voices. Those must be the Solntsevskaya's. Otabeks grip tightened on his arm and pulled Yuri to stand slightly behind him. When he did, he bent down to whisper ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to run down Yuri's spine.
"Stay with me and I promise to protect you with my life Yura, please do this for me." Otabek's voice was heavy with an emotion Yuri had never heard on the other main below; fear. Not for the situation at hand, Otabek had been through this kind of thing 1000 times, but fear for Yuri. Any complaint he would have had died in his chest as his heart fluttered and he tried to fight down the blush he knew must already be showing on his face. Curse his pale complexion. Luckily, since he was behind bot Otabek and Viktor, no one saw.
The side door to the warehouse creaked open and Yuri saw the three men enter, one commenting loudly about the lack of light. Just then Georgi and Mila sprang into action, jumping the two bratoks before they had a chance to reach for their guns. For as much as he made fun of the siblings and called them idiots, he understood quickly why his grandfather thought highly of them. They easily fought 3 against 2 and made it look like they were the ones with the advantage. Mila looked like some type of Natasha Romanoff incarnate and kicked one of the men across the face with her heels and then used the momentum to jump on the shoulders of another knocking him to the floor. Georgi meanwhile was focusing on disarming them moving so fast it was hard to tell if he was making individual motions or if it was all one fluid dance of destruction.
When one man was knocked out cold and the others disoriented enough to subdue, Mila and Georgi held the two conscious men at gunpoint and pulled them over to where the Yuri and the others were waiting, forcing them to their knees at Viktor's feet. The man Yuri assumed to be the Brigaider scowled up at them, blood splattered on his face, his left eye already swelling shut from the brutal kick Mila had issued him.
"Viktor Nikiforov" the man spat at Viktor's polished wingtips but ended up missing, much to Yuri's delight. Hah, what a loser.
"Ruslan Volkov, so nice to finally meet you in the flesh, although I wish it was under better circumstances." Viktor sighed approaching the battered men.
"Yeah? Can't say the feelings are mutual you bastard." The man named Ruslan growled.
"Oh? am I the bastard here? It seems to me the Plisetsky's are the owners of these docks, and you have crawled into town like rats trying to seize control of it. So tell me, who is really the bastard here?" Viktor spoke in a calm almost cheery voice, and it was actually very creepy considering the situation at hand, especially when Viktor pulled a dagger with a silver handle out of his coat and began to spin it between his fingers, smile still present on his face.
"The Plisetsky's have gotten too greedy, claiming all of this port for themselves. Not leaving enough for your comrades in Moscow." Ruslan answered.
"Last time I check Communism fell 25 years ago comrade, and we are free to control our interests as we see fit. Besides you have Novorossiysk on the Black Sea, why do you all of a sudden need our port too?" Viktor replied, the cheery tone falling from his voice.
"Ha I don't need to explain myself to- FWEH!" Ruslans words were cut short as Viktor delivered a sharp kick to his face.
"Actually you do, seeing as my associates here are holding your life in their hands. So out with it, what does the Solntsevskaya want with St Petersburg when you know this is Plisetsky territory? Did you really think we would let you just waltz in and take over? If so your Pakhan must be as stupid as you look." Viktor fired back, his words were icy cold. This was a side of Viktor Yuri had never seen, and he was glad to not be on the receiving end of it.
"Your Pakhan is weak and old, your days running St Petersburg are numbered! Soon the Solvntsevskaya will hold control of all of western Russia!" Ruslan fired back spitting out a tooth this time along with more blood. Yuri's blood boiled at the harsh words about his Dedushka and his family.
"Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my Ded**!" He snarled, stalking forward with fire coursing through his blood. Ruslan and the other man looked at him as if noticing him for the first time. The Brigaider smiled a blood stained grin as his eyes raked up and down Yuri's body in a violating way.
"Yuri Plisetsky. So Dedushka had finally let the little Tiger out to play?" The man taunted him seemingly uncaring of the injuries he was sustaining, Georgi tightened his grip and pressed the gun harder to his head as if reminding him of his current situation.
"That's right fucker. Remember the face and the name, because soon I will be running this Bratva, we are not weak, and we OWN St Petersburg." Yuri was pissed. How dare this scum try to undermine his family.
"Ha! You?! You are just as they say, small and feminine, someone like you could never lead a Bratva? I bet you still sleep with a nightlight huh- UGH" History repeated itself as Yuri delivered an impossibly fast spinning roundhouse kick to the other side of the mans face. Now he would have matching black eyes.
"LISTEN HERE BASTARD, MY NAME IS YURI FUCKING PLISETSKY, THE ICE TIGER OF RUSSIA, FURURE PAKHAN OF THE PLISETSKY BRATVA, SO YOU CAN RUN HOME LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE AND TELL YOUR BOSS THAT ST PETERSBURG IS NOT UP FOR THE TAKING!" He screamed at the man on the floor, his whole body felt hot from the adrenaline coursing through it. Ruslan coughed up more blood and groaned in pain. Yuri felt himself smirk at being the cause of it.
"Last I heard, the Ice Tiger of Russia was too busy dressing like a woman and taking the dicks of anyone he comes across. No way will a fairy whore like you ever command the respect of real men, unless you plan on keeping them happy by servicing them all. I bet a pretty little thing like you is used to taking multiple cocks at one you disgusting little FAGGOT!" Ruslan may have finally gotten to finish a sentence, but in no way did he get the last word.
In a blur of darkness and rage Otabek rushed past him and tackled the man to the cement floor, ripping him right out of Georgi's hands. No one moved. Mila pressed her gun harder into her captive's head telling him not to try anything, Georgi just stood there dumbstruck, and Viktor and Yuri watching in amazement and horror as Otabek beat the man to a bloody pulp. If the siblings fighting style was like a dancers, Otabek's was like a savage. Yuri gulped and sweat tricked down his forehead as he observed the amazing raw power behind every blow. Ruslan tried to land a couple hits, but all was useless as Otabek wreaked havoc like a bat outta hell. Sure, Yuri had sparred with Otabek, and seen him spring into action that day when he got shot, but he had never seen anything like this before. Call him fucked up, but he had to admit it turned him on.
"Otabek" Viktor finally yelled in a commanding voice stopping Otabek's blood-soaked knuckles from connecting with the battered and broken face of the man who had dared to speak ill of Yuri. And all at once it was like the Kazakh had snapped out of his trance. He dropped Ruslan to the ground with a sickening splat and quickly, but smoothly stood back up and assumed a rigid posture more becoming of Otabeks personality. He turned around, and the image sent all the blood in Yuri's body straight to his dick, because what a SIGHT his bodyguard was.
His hair, normally tamed and well managed, was now wild and unkept, in the best sort of way. His normally wrinkle free suit was ruffled stained with blood, the crisp white of his button down torn and red. There was a wild look in his eye and his brows were furrowed tight.
"Sorry boss." Otabek finally spoke, eyes cast down as if he was ashamed of his actions. Yuri however was anything but ashamed. He had never had anyone stand up for him like that. And for it to be Otabek? His heart was beating a million miles a minute. Viktor didn't answer instead walked over to the mangled body on the ground and squatted down near the other man's face.
"It's pointless, the Plisetsky family will never survive." Ruslan coughed out, laughing a gruesome laugh garbled by the blood filling his mouth. So fast, Yuri heard kit before he saw it, Viktor pulled out his gun and shot the man in the head.
Holy fucking shit! He killed him! He actually fucking killed him! Yuri's heart began to race again, and this time the reasoning was far from pleasant. This was the first time he had seen anything like this, and especially coming from Viktor, his old mentor, someone who has been like family to him, it was even more bizarre. It felt like he was having an out of body experience and wondered if he was having a mild panic attack.
"Boss!" The man Mila was holding spoke for the first time. Viktor stood up and turned toward making his way slowly and deliberately. Was Viktor going to kill him too? Yuri almost wanted to look away but knew he couldn't. He was a Plisetsky, this was his life and legacy, and he needed to harden up. When Viktor reached the man, he reached out with his left hand, gun still present in his right and in an eerily gentle motion gripped his chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted his head up to look Viktor in his eyes.
"Now run along home and tell your Pakhan what you saw here today. The Plisetsky Bratva will not fall to rats like you." When he released his chin, Mila let go as well and the man wasted no time scrambling to his feet and bolting out the door, not even sparing a glance to his unconscious comrade who still lay face down on the floor by the entrance. Yuri stood there in shock, not quite sure what was going to happen next. He almost couldn't believe Viktor let the other man go, but he understood the message Viktor was trying to send.
"What do we do about him?" Mila pointed to said unconscious body.
"We'll take him with us for interrogation." Viktor answered quickly. "Otabek, help me dump this body. Georgi, Mila, get him into the trunk." He ordered and at once everyone started moving. Everyone but Yuri. For once he was glad not to be included, honestly feeling like he needed to sit down for a moment. The smell of iron filled the air and the rapidly growing blood puddle that swelled under Ruslan made his stomach turn. He leaned against the wall and slowly sunk down until he was ungracefully sitting on the dirty warehouse floor. Normally he wouldn't be caught dead doing something so foul, but with his head and his insides spinning he couldn't give less of a fuck.
He heard the others working to carry the bodies to their respective places, he assumed Ruslan body was about to end up in the harbor. His breath was coming out in pants and his heart just wouldn't slow down. Closing his eyes, head falling into his hands, he focused on his breathing, trying to keep it slow and even. Time wasn't flowing properly, and he had no idea how long he sat there trying to calm himself before a strong hand laid gently on his shoulder.
When he looked up and saw it was Otabek, the relief was enough to throw all his inhibitions to the wind. He threw his arms around his bodyguard's shoulders, pulling him close before realizing that he himself was shaking. Strong arms encased him and held fast, one hand coming up to cup the back of his neck in a soothing way.
"Beka, I… I-" Yuri didn't even know what he was trying to say. As much as the Bratva had always been his way of life, it still wasn't normal for him to witness murder. He was ashamed of himself for not being stronger, but here in Otabek's arms, he felt a little more secure.
"It's alright Yura, I'm sorry you had to see that." Somehow the Kazakh always found the right words to say. Not revealing too much, but able to get the message across. He didn't want to let go, knowing when he did, he would have to get in the car that held that Solvntsevskaya Bratok. If he could, he would stay here forever in the arms of the man he loved, but too soon Otabek was pulling away and helping Yuri to his feet. In his heart, he knew he couldn't stay connected to Otabek like this in from of the others, but his heart was not ready to let him go.
The ride back to the townhouse was quiet and tense. It seemed the others could tell something was off about Yuri but were tactful enough not to say anything about it and for that he was grateful. He felt like he would never be the same person after what he just witnessed, as small scaled as it was to the grand scheme of family's business. This was the life he had always prepared himself for, but in the end, he wasn't prepared at all. When they arrived home, Viktor asked the siblings to help him take the Bratok down into the interrogation room in the basement, and area Yuri knew existed, but had never been, and was glad not to be invited to tonight. He had had enough.
He began to feel dizzy as he began the ascent up the never-ending stairs that led to his room. Around the 2rd floor he stumbled and began falling backwards, bracing for the impact that never came. Instead he fell back into the chest of his bodyguard, who he hadn't even noticed was following him upstairs. Shit, he must really be out of it. He turned to say something, but no words came to his mind. He didn't want to talk, he just wanted his Beka.
"I've got you Yura, we're almost there." Otabek whispered in his ear and led his gently up into his room, keeping a muscular arm wrapped around Yuri's slim waist. He was too tired to speak, to tired to do anything but follow Otabek anywhere the older man took him, he trusted him wholeheartedly. His bodyguard took him straight into the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of the tub. For the first time Yuri caught a look at himself in the mirror.
His suit, his shirt, even his face and hair had blood in it. Ruslan blood. He had been so out of it that he didn't even notice that some had gotten on him when he was held by Otabek earlier. He felt sick at the knowledge of a dead mans blood touching him, and this time he ran to the toilet and emptied the contents of his stomach. Hands shaking as he gripped the porcelain in a white-knuckle grip. He shivered when he finally felt warm hands brush along his shoulders and start to rub soothing circles in his back. If he wasn't struggling to breath he would be touched by the sweetness of the gesture. True to Otabek's personality no words were spoken, but the contact spoke volumes. When the vomiting finally stopped, Yuri was pulled back and let his bodyguard wipe his face with a cool towel and then proceed to help him out of his shirt and jacket and finally the bulletproof vest. Once he was done he stood up and turned, presumably to leave but Yuri wasn't ready for that yet.
"No!" He cried "Please do go, not yet!" He suddenly felt frantic and having Otabek there was the only thing that could keep him calm. His bodyguard stopped and stood silent for a moment before turning around and giving Yuri a soft smile.
"Why don't you take a shower Yura and I'll do the same. I'll be back in 15 minutes. Is that alright?" He asked and Yuri thought for a moment before slowly nodding, looking down and away as the shame of how childish he was acting started to creep up.
His shower was quick, he didn't bother to go through his normal routine, didn't even take the time to wash and condition his hair properly, instead using the majority of the time to scrub his body pink trying to wash off all memory of the blood. When he was finished, he dressed himself in the oversized black hoodie that reminded him of Otabek and some tiger print sleeper shorts. He grabbed a fur blanket from his bed and wrapped it around himself, taking a seat on his chaise lounge and turning on his fireplace with a remote. It always helped him feel… cozier, more at home. It reminded him of his mother and all the nights he spent with her curled up near to fire in his parent's suite, her reading him stories from the Русские детские сказки (Russian Children's Fairy Tales). Just then, the door opened revealing his night in shining armor, except this knight was dressed down for once.
It was a rare sight to see Otabek in anything but his black suit, so Yuri's eyes feasted on the sight while the opportunity presented itself. He was clothed in a black tank top that showed off his strong shoulders and arms paired with some plain gray sweatpants. His hair was slightly curled due to the dampness that still slung to it and he was holding a cup of what appeared to be tea. Odd, as long as Yuri had known Otabek he had always been a coffee drinker.
"For your stomach, it's peppermint." Otabek spoke as if able to read Yuri's mind, walking over and setting the cup down on the table beside the blonde. He sat down next to Yuri and his heartbeat sped up a little.
"How are you feeling?" He asked and Yuri felt himself blush. He felt so stupid, he had been so gung-ho about going on this job and now he was acting like a total baby.
"Fine…" He grumbled not wanting to make eye contact. They sat there in awkward silence for a while before Yuri reached for his tea. He wasn't normally a fan, but Otabek brought it to him so he would at least drink some of it.
"Yuri, there is no need to be embarrassed. If it had been my choice, that would not have been the first job you went on." Otabek and Yuri turned to make eye contact. The Kazakh was staring at him in that intense way that Yuri knew had the mean SOMETHING. When Yuri didn't say anything Otabek sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"If anything, I'm the one who should be embarrassed for loosing my temper like that. I'm sorry. I just…" He looked up again and deep brown pools connected with turquoise. "I couldn't listen to him talk about you like that." The sea of emotions that had been swirling around inside Yuri had finally becoming too much and spilled over in the form of tears.
"Don't you dare apologize for that! I've NEVER had someone stand up for me like that before! Do you even know how much that means to me!?" He yelled uncaring of the hot tears spilling down his face launching himself at the other again, needing to feel that contact, needing to be closer to the man he loved so desperately. His emotions had been on such a rollercoaster today and this was the only person who could save him. He ended up in the others lap, face buried in the crook of his neck and he had a flashback to the night that Otabek finally came to him after ignoring him for a week when he has fucked JJ.
It was too much. He knew Otabek had feelings for him, just in the same way that Yuri had for him. He could feel it in every fiber of his body. Pulling back, he caught the surprised look on Otabeks face, his stoic mask having crumbled away. He was so close, his lips mere centimeters away from his own. It'd be so easy to just lean forward and-
"Yura, stop." Otabek pushed him back when he actually began his descent, too smart and too quick to let Yuri get one over on him like that. He did not however remove him from his lap.
"Why?!" Yuri cried, angry all over again. It hurt to continuously be rejected and pushed aside by the man he loved. "I know you have feelings for me Beka! The same ones I have for you! I can tell you want it too, so why keep denying yourself, I'm right here!?" He tried again to lean in and steal a kiss, feeling like if he it was life or death for him at the moment.
"Yura, please just stop." Otabek turned his head evading Yuri's lips again, his voice sounding desperate and broken.
"Beka PLEASE!" Yuri cried, tears continuing to stream, his voice breaking with his plea. Otabek looked so torn, like he wanted to say something so bad and it was taking ever last bit of his self-control to hold it in. "Don't you care about me? Don't you want me to be happy?" He all but whispered, almost horrified at the desperation he was exuding. Otabek's face twisted in pain and he pulled Yuri in for a crushing hug, holding him close.
"Yura, my Yura, of course I do. You are the everything to me." Otabek whispered into his ear, holding him in a death grip.
"Then why won't you kiss me?" Yuri whined feeling like he was dying. There was a long pause before he received his answer, but finally Otabek spoke.
"Because if I do Kitten, I'll never stop." Otabek's voice was like gravel, low and deep and enough to make Yuri melt.
"So don't" Was Yuri's answer, pushing and tugging to try and see Otabek's face and the older man let him. He looked so troubled it was breaking Yuri's heart.
"I'm doing this BECAUSE I cherish you. I want to stay by your side, see your beautiful face everyday. Do I want you? Of course I do you silly boy, if only you knew what you do to me… But Yura, if we are found out, I will be killed. Do you understand that? Do you think Nikolai would let me live if I ever put my hands on his precious grandson? So please, understand why it is that I have to keep my distance from you. Because, I love you." Otabek pleased with the most expressive and vulnerable look Yuri had ever seen on his face. His heart HURT.
He knew Otabek spoke the truth, there was no future for them even they did love each other. Dedushka would be furious and wouldn't hesitate to strike Otabek down where he stood if he was to find out. A fresh wave of tears broke free and fell down his face as Otabek held him at arms-length still. He began to sob and reached his arms out to his forbidden love. So near to him, but no closer to being together.
"Beka… *hic* Beka- would you at least *hic* stay and hold me for a while." He cried and melted again when Otabek nodded pulled him back into his arms and began to stoke his hair, leaning back against the back of the lounge so they were in a semi laying position. Yuri wrapped around Otabek as much as he could, crying for the end of them before there was even a chance to start.
"Beka, I love you too."
*A Brigaider is like a captain and a Bratok is like a solider in the Bratva structure
** Ded is the is 'Grandfather' whilst "Dedushka' is more like "Grandpa" Yuri says Ded here because he is trying to sound more 'adult'.
AN: WOW. This chapter started out very difficult for me to write because I don't really know how to write fight scenes! I will pump out 1000's of words of smut or romance like no one's buis but these fight scenes KILL me! I hope they are okay for you all to read!
Yikes! This chapter really got away from me. Like, it really escaladed quickly. I never planned on anyone getting killed originally, but it just felt right so I went with it. I also planned on Yuri acting more like a sassy kitten and doing his best to seduce Beka by riling him up, but somehow it became very... sweet? It's funny how things turn out sometimes.
Also, HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! I received SOOOO many comments on the last chapter, it truly touched my heart. It gave me a renewed gusto for writing this story and has been the highlight of many of these dreary days in quarantine. I want to thank each commenter, long or short for leaving feedback on this fic. I hope that this chapter was everything you hoped for. I know I know, I am too mean to the boys, but I PROMISE that this will end well. Even if it doesn't look like it right now. 😊
Lastly, I wanted to announce that I finally made a Twitter! Follow me if you like at TeiraaStrikes, It'd be fun to talk to you guys! I wish AO3 had a way to send private messages or I would respond to a lot more comments! The only reason I don't is because AO3 counts my replies as separate comments and I don't want to inflate my comment count with my own comments.
