Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Fourteen- The Second Attempt

Yuri woke up for once, not at noon, not with makeup smeared all over his face, and no headache. No, for once Yuri woke up, fresh faced and well rested in the morning. His night with Otabek had been such a change of pace from his normal lifestyle that he honestly had a little anxiety looking at a clock and reading 8:23AM because he didn't know what to do with himself so early in the morning.

He cocooned himself in his blankets, thinking showering would probably be a good way to start the day, but be was still too comfortable to move. Because his head was remarkably clear he remembered that he had a meeting with his party planner today about the details of his 18th birthday party later and he was all gross from riding on the motorcycle.

Holy fucking shit that goddamn motorcycle.

Where has that thing been?! Why had Otabek been holding out on him like this?! But that's just how he was Yuri was he was figuring out. Effortlessly masculine and cool, something new and amazing around every corner. Look at the way he showed Yuri his bike for the first time. That's what he had called it right? He didn't really know, but he was going to learn for sure because he was getting back on that thing ASAP.

That and the man driving it because straddling a big, bad machine around, engine purring under him for hours… All whilst holding himself flush against the man of his desires, and he was going to take what he could get for now!

Just thinking about the experience was making him hot, thinking about Otabek in casual clothing. Wearing that goddamn leather jacket, remembering the way the back of his neck smelt so DAMN good as his nose pressed against it. Yes, while it was unbelievably heartbreaking that even though Otabek and he had confessed their love for each other (no matter how corny that sounded…) but couldn't be together due to the circumstances, it has also left him with another problem. He was still a seventeen-year-old boy, and it was the morning, after well, after yesterday's experience on the bike, he was so FUCKING horny.

Last night he was exhausted and honestly sore as fuck (who knew how much of a work out it was to ride a motorcycle!?) but now that it was morning, and his silk sheets rubbed so nicely against his soft skin he became well aware of the morning wood he was sporting. Groaning as he felt hand start to slip under to covers, teasingly brushing against his own abdomen before slipping into his soft sleeper shorts and began to stroke his cock slowly. It was soft and teasing and felt so fucking good after the emotional rollercoaster he had been on for the last couple of days. He let his mind drift back, remembering wrapping his arms around Otabeks waist, feeling that hard muscle underneath the cool leather of his jacket. What he wouldn't give to run his hands all over that delectable body.

The hands that were merely teasing before growing bolder as Yuri imagined a different ending to his biker fairytale. One that didn't stop at 'goodnight' and instead including Otabek pushing his way into the Russian's bedroom and coming at him like an animal. He imagined that despite Otabek's mild manners, he was secretly dominating and rough in bed. Ruled by passion and power. Shockwaves began to roll down though his body as he thumbed over his sensitive slit and a little moan escaped him.

That rock-hard body, that powerful stance, those piercing eyes that penetrated you into our soul. Those were the three things Yuri wanted to drown in for the rest of his life. He rolled over onto his stomach and stuck his ass in the air, wiggling it a little to tease his make-believe Otabek in a way that he imagined would drive him wild. Big hands would roam all over his round cheeks, slapping and swatting at them until porcelain turned red. Fuck.

His hand moved faster now and his precum was making for more than enough lubricant as he worked himself further toward ecstasy. He imagined his Beka, his Daddy behind him teasing with the tip of his cock, making Yuri show just how much he wanted that dick. Telling him to be a good boy and cum all over himself, no DEMANDING it.

With a cry he did just that and released into the soft sheets below him, struggling to keep himself from falling forward into the mess on shaking legs. FUCK. That was the first time he had done that knowing that Otabek wanted him, that Otabek LOVED him and suddenly the sinking regret started to sink in as he felt like a sad loser for desperately jerking off about someone he couldn't have. He laid there for a few moments contemplating his existence before remembering his earlier devotion to showering and quickly set that plan in action.

The weather was surprisingly sunny, which might seem nice but in St Petersburg, in February, sun meant brisk temperatures. Which also unfortunately layers. Yuri hated wearing bulky clothing and rather thought he was much rather suited for the climates like Monaco, Spain, California, those sorts of things. But no, he was a Russian true and true, so he piled on a big fur coat over his outfit and called it a day. The meeting with his party planner was in the dining room of some fancy hotel that he had already forgotten the name of, he had texted it to Otabek weeks ago and assumed his bodyguard remembered. Daddy always took such good care of him after all.

This time, when they got to the car, Yuri hesitated. He had always sat in the backseat and let Otabek drive him around, but was that really right anymore? Sure, he was his bodyguard, but he wasn't his servant? Though Yuri supposed he had been treating him as such since he came into his employment for the Plisetskys … He blushed at that. Fuck. Maybe people had it right about him being a brat.Letting that be his deciding, he opened the front door and sat in the passenger's seat. He looked around and tried to remember if he ever ridden in the front seat before. Nope definitely a firsts, how thrilling. Otabek however was less than amused when he took his place as driver and turned to his left frowning at Yuri.

"Yura what are you doing up here? Get in the back." He ordered and Yuri pouted.

"Oh c'mon let me sit up here with you! It feels weird having you drive me around now! Like you're not my servant! I feel like I need to call you Jenkins." Yuri said but Otabek just shook his head and gave a little huff that Yuri know was the Kazakhs way of laughing.

"That's exactly what I am. Please Yura just get in the back." He looked at him with what he dare call a sad expression even through his face didn't change. But the troublemaking blonde wasn't intending on backing down so easily.

"No way, I like it up here, nice and spacious." He kicked his feet up on the dash and started to recline the chair, making himself perfectly comfortable. Otabek stared at him for a couple of seconds before shaking his head and starting the car.

The hotel restaurant was where he was meeting his party planner along with Natasha and Andrej. He hadn't seen Katya since the incident at Dolce and Gabanna and honestly didn't think he ever would again. It was fine, I mean he had almost gotten her killed, but she also knew who the fuck he was when she started hanging out with him and then when shit hit the fan just bailed… So yeah, he couldn't help but be a little hurt that she had stopped replying to his texts.

The meeting was long and tedious. I mean sure, he wanted it to be the most fabulous, extravagant, over the top 18th birthday party that Russia had ever SEEN, but he didn't see why he needed to help decide every little detail. Isn't that what he was paying this idiot to do? Still he begrudgingly put in his two sense, Natasha chipped in more than she was welcome and the party planner looked exasperated by the end of it. Yuri himself felt like he was going to snap on the next person who said the words "theme" "h'orderves" or "accent color".

The party planner left but Yuri stayed behind with Natasha and Andrej catching up on the latest drama. It felt nice to have a little frivolous time with his friends after all of the heavy emotional shit he'd been dealing with recently. They were at a corner table and Otabek stood along the wall behind him so he could see the restaurant in it's entirety. They were in the middle of laughing at the misfortune of the club owner of "ICE" a club they frequented who happened to get raided by the police the night he had over 35,000,000 rubles in cocaine in his office along with his overweight Filipino love slave named 'Bun Bun'. Yuri found the formation was as disturbing as it was hilarious. While the trio were giggling over their mimosa's Yuri felt Otabek's hand come down lightly on his shoulder.

"Yura, don't look up, but there are some men making their way towards us.. Quickly, get up and follow me, your friends too." At Otabek's words Yuri's blood ran cold. No. Not again.

He wanted to freeze, that hunted feeling taking over him, a true deer in headlights. He didn't even have a gun! The hand on his shoulder squeezed and he turned to look at Otabek, suddenly feeling able to move his body. Otabek told them to go through the kitchens and escape out the back. The twins went first followed by Yuri and Otabek tailing, just disappearing into the kitchen before the first gunshots rang out.

"Go!" Otabek yelled taking charge of the situation and the three teenagers booked it to the backdoor. Unfortunately, there were more men with guns waiting for them there and they barely managed to duck behind a dumpster. Yuri felt like time was moving in slow motion as he watched Otabek smoothly and way too calmly for the situation, pull out his two guns and start shooting with both hands back at the men. If he wasn't so scared for his life, Yuri thought he could honestly get hard from the sight. It looked like Otabek had managed to hit one of them and another man was pulling him away when Yuri's brain finally caught up to the situation.

"Beka!" He yelled and the man turned his head slightly to meet Yuri's eye for just a moment. Willing his eyes to express the emotions in his heart he reached his arm out and without even hesitating Otabek tossed him one of his guns, Yuri catching it like they had done it a thousand times before.

Taking aim, he quickly shot at the two. He didn't know if it was his or Otabek's fire that did it, but either way the other guy went down and they went to make a run for it. The car was parked out front but the as they reached the end of the alley Otabek signaled for them to stop. He peeked his head around the corner.

"Shit."

Yuri was shocked. He had never heard Otabek swear before and knew that that meant they had company. He readied himself and thought about how different this felt from last night. It felt like Otabek was relying on him, like Otabek trusted him, and that gave him a huge surge of confidence. Plus, his friends were terrified following behind him, and even though they were spoiled club brats, they were his brats and he was going to protect them. He wondered if this is what Otabek felt like protecting him?If last night was any indication, he may be a little overprotective in fact. Memories of blood splattered clothing and Otabek's fist came to mind, but just like that snapped back to the present as Otabek begin firing and then yelled for them to follow.

Not thinking for one second about doing anything other than that, trusting him with his life 100%, he ran. There appeared to be 2 men down and one man on the ground crawling for his gun, but Yuri couldn't tell where he was shot from because there was a lot of blood. Otabek fired again and shot the man right in through his hand (talk about accuracy!) They ran until they found their car all jumping in and Otabek peeled out into the busy street and took off towards the townhome.

Otabek had Yuri call Viktor again on the way, making sure that everyone especially Otabek didn't have any injuries and thankfully they were all fine. Natasha and Andrej were a little shaken up but nothing like Katya had been which was helping Yuri not to panic event though there his chest was tight and he couldn't really breathe. Just like last time it didn't look like they were being followed, probably trying to get the fuck out of there before the police show up.

Unfortunately, they were a bit further away from home, and that 20-minute drive back to the townhouse were tense and mostly silence. Filled with frequent checks to make sure they weren't being tailed and paranoid of anyone taking too many of the same turns. When they finally did make it there, there was no better relief than watching the gate close behind them as they pulled into the garage.

Residing there was Dedushka, Viktor, Mila, Georgi, Yakov, those idiots Dedushka calls 'bodyguards', the Doctor, and a couple more extras that didn't matter. The fuss made over all of them as the got out of the car was in Yuri's opinion a bit dramatic, but he guess's someone did just try to kill him for the second time in a month. Once the poking and prodding stopped from the few with no shame (*cough* Viktor *cough* Mila…) and the Doctor pronounced that all of them were free from bullet wounds everyone relaxed a little. The four were still a little disheveled from the scuffle and the Doctor wanted to see Yuri and Otabek to treat some minor scratches with antiseptic. Yuri rolled his eyes as he knew this was something, he could do himself and the Doctor was just saying it to look good in front of his grandfather.

Viktor was arranging for a car to take the Solovyov twin's home and he was going to escort them personally so he could explain the situation to their father. Yuri had met the man one time before and lets just say he didn't envy Viktor in the SLIGHTEST.

Dedushka had ordered Otabek and Yuri to his office and they were followed of course by Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. He could tell Dedushka was angry. It was in the way he walked, in the stiffness in his jaw, he unwillingness to meet anyone's gaze while he worked through exactly what he was going to say. Yuri sat in one of the armchairs in front of the desk, throwing his leg over the arm and making himself comfortable. Otabek however stood in perfect bodyguard position with his feet squared off and his hands clasped together loosely in front of him looking straight ahead. Dedushka looked grim as he sat down, his eyes so dark it felt impossible to look into them.

"Yuri, in light of this second attempt on your life, I fear there is no other option but to cancel your birthday party, as it's just too big of a risk right now." Dedushka spoke, but he couldn't even finish before Yuri was standing up seeing red.

"WHAT!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!" He screamed. Cancel his birthday party?! His mother fucking eighteenth birthday party?! Dedushka was batshit crazy if he thought that was going to happen. This was a day he had looked forward to his whole life! Never allowed to act like child but always treated like one. Well now he was going to be an adult and the world would finally have to start respecting him. He had been planning this party in his head for years, working with the planner for 6 months, this was his LIFE, it couldn't just be cancelled?!

"Yuri Aleksandrovich Plisetsky, someone is trying to kill you! The last thing we can have right now is one of your ridiculous frivolous affairs with too many people and those lights that flash on and off.*" Nikolai was standing too, not one to let anyone make a powerplay on him like being 'above' him, literally.

"Don't you call it that, it's for my birth-"

"Exactly Yuratchka, it's for a stupid birthday! That is not worth risking your safety Yura. In fact, until we find this culprit you are forbidden from leaving the townhouse!" Yuri felt his heart seize as his freedom and time stand still as he felt his freedom was taken away from him. No. Not again. He could not go into lockdown again. Not when he was just starting to get somewhere!

"No! It's not fair! I won't do it!" He yelled back! Fuming with anger! Nikolai looked at him with fire in his own eyes. Yuri knew he was pushing it right now, but he could not bring himself to care. What the hell did he have to lose anyways if he was going to be confined to the townhouse anyways?

"Yuratchka you will obey me!" Nikolai slammed his fist down on the table.

"The fuck I will, you think I'm just your little puppet to control and do whatever you want?! You know what, FUCK YOU old ma-!" The words left his mouth before they could go through his brain, and the pain on the side of his face erupted before he could finish.

He fell to the ground, feeling what must have been the full force of Dedushka's strength connecting with his cheek bone. Fuck! That was like the slap from hell! The bones in his face hurt, and he thinks he might bruise under his eye. Was that blood he tasted? He put his hands up in self defense and turned his head quickly to see if there was another blow coming not wanting to be caught off guard again.

Dedushka however was standing with his arm raised at Yuri, but was now looking at Otabek who has stepped out of position and looked like was about to step in to protect Yuri. For a man who usually did not express emotion whatsoever he swore he saw a look of "oh shit" flash in Otabek's eyes after Demetri grabbed his arm, his slightly bowing in respect and looking down at the floor.

"My apologies Boss, force of habit." He said. Nice Cover. Dedushka eyed him up and down before turning back to Yuri and pinning him with a look as cold as Russia itself.

"Take him to his room and keep him there." He ordered at Otabek before walking over to his chair and began to prepare a cigar to smoke. Otabek, uncharacteristically stalked over to him and harshly yanked him to his feet by his arm. He let his bodyguard pull him from the room as the shock started to wear off and the hurt really started to sink in. Otabek was walking quickly and was basically dragged up the steps to his room. Enough was enough with the acting alight? It was getting a little rough now. They finally reached his room and he nearly stumbled from the way he was thrown in, Otabek slamming the door behind him and locking it.

"Beka what the-" He started before strong arms wrapped around him and drew him into his chest tightly. Sure, he had to stand on his tip toes, but it was okay because his weight was all being supported. One hand was cradling his head at the nape and the other wrapped firmly around his waist. Otabek buried his face in Yuri's neck and held him tighter.

"Yura- my Yura, I'm so sorry, I couldn't- you know I couldn't, but FUCK." The shaking older man spoke in a harsh whisper into his ear as he gripped him tight, and it was then Yuri realized it Otabek was teetering between upset, and super fucking pissed, which for a guy with normally mild emotions at best, was slightly difficult to deal with.

"Beka, I know you couldn't do anything to Dedushka, that's crazy!" He replied, reaching up to his own face out of morbid curiosity and wincing when he touched his cheekbone. Yeah that's definitely going to bruise badly. Otabek pulled back and his expression was so pulled and tight. He grabbed Yuri's face and inspected it.

"C'mon we need to clean up your lip." Otabek ground out through ground out teeth. As much as Yuri was upset at his Dedushka for hitting him it was almost worth it to get this kind of reaction out of Otabek. The way his chest was puffing out and his breathing was slightly ragged… Ooh yes he liked this a lot.

But despite the aggression wanting to showcase, Otabek was gentle as he placed his hand of Yuri's lower back and led him towards his bathroom. It sent shivers up his spine and he felt his heart flip at how much he loved this person. He was everything Yuri had ever wanted in someone and all the things he didn't know he needed.

He sat on the counter and let Otabek clean up his lip, which wasn't really bleeding anymore, but there was still dried blood. It didn't really hurt. What hurt was his motherfucking cheekbone, but that was even fading into the back of his mind as he was distracted by the most beautiful man in front of him. His face serious and calm, but his eyes full of sorrow. Yuri understood. Dedushka was the only person Otabek could not protect Yuri from, and if he really loved Yuri like he said he did, he could imagine how upsetting it would be for him. Before he could stop himself he was reaching out to cup that perfectly sculpted jawline, feeling the sharp edge. His gaze fell to the lips he had admired for so long, the ones that haunted his dreams. They were so close to him now.

Otabek had stopped what he was doing and was eyeing him suspiciously, but he wasn't stopping him. Yuri stoked his jaw and moved his fingers up to lightly trace those lips, feeling his mouth water in response. His other hand tugged at Otabek's button down and pulled him closer. It was a soft gentle pull, no force behind it, but Otabek took a step forward anyways, continuing to stare in Yuri's eyes with that unreadable expression that drove him crazy. He was now standing, between Yuri's slender, elegant thighs, looking very broad and very strong in that suit.

He felt heat start to pool in his groin with the urge to press himself flush against the other. Biting his lip he looked right into Otabek's eyes as he scooted himself to the very edge of the sink so they were merely centimeters from each other. Yuri could feel the heat rolling off Otabek's body and couldn't stop himself from leaning and inhaling the sultry masculine scent that was his Beka. He closed his eyes and pressed the good side face into the hard muscle of his chest. He let out a sigh of contentment and nuzzled closer.

"Fuck Yura, what're you trying to do to me?" Otabek exclaimed sounding a bit strained. Yuri looked up to see the setting of his jaw, the bead of sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He enjoyed that he was the one who was making Otabek react that way. But it was a great question. What was he doing? Sure he loved Otabek, and sure he was hopelessly attracted to him, but he knew nothing could ever come of it.

However, the thought of leaving these arms made him want to cry. He had never had feelings like this before and they were overwhelming him. Deep feelings of love and attraction melting together inside him and controlling the decisions his body was making.

Looking up at Otabek with the tears in his eyes that had yet to fall, he just said "Beka Please." and it was like watching a rubber band snap.

"Fuck Yura-" Otabek growled reaching forward and planted his lips firmly against Yuri's own.

*Strobe lights lol Nikolai doesn't know what they are called :P

AN: WOW. I'm so sorry for the delay on getting this out you guys! Truly I am! I have recently gone back to school (no more zoom thank god) and that has been quite an adjustment for quarantining for 3 months. I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter!

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