Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline
Chapter 18- The Party
*Warning: Homophobic language, trigger warning.
"Bekaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I don't want to wear this stupid bullet proof vest! It completely RUINS my entire outfit!" Yuri pouted while eyeing the unseemly garment that was killing his whole vibe.
"Yura this is non-negotiable, you are wearing the vest." Otabek replied from his spot in the corner not even looking up from the book he was reading. How rude. Yuri required 100% of his man's attention at all times.
He sauntered over to the older man and plopped down right in his lap, on top of the book he was reading, no doubt crumpling the pages. Served him right for trying to ignore the teen.
"But Beka, I have been planning this outfit for months, and none of my backups will even do to cover up that monstrosity!" He whined and threw his arms around his lover's neck hoping to schmooze his way out of this. Otabek however was not amused if the look on his face said anything. He used one of his trapped hands to lift Yuri's ass off his book, giving it a squeeze that had him yelping.
"Beka!"
"Don't 'Beka' me Kitten, you know this isn't my decision though I do support it wholeheartedly. Your dedushka is not going to let you walk into a party where men are coming to kill you without protection. Though I am sad I'm not going to see you in that cute little number you had picked out." His bodyguard replied, shifting to get more comfortable in the armchair with the teenager in his lap.
"But that's why I have you and all the other idiots Dedushka hired for. To protect me!" He argued, crossing his arms and thrusting his bottom lip out in a pout. "Plus, if we are supposed to be acting casual like we aren't anticipating an attack, then no one should see me wearing a vest or they will know we are prepared and might not try anything. Then this whole plan is for nothing." He argued not ready to give up on his perfect outfit just yet. Plus, he knew he had a point.
Anyone who knew Yuri could only imagine the scandalous attire he would throw together for his own coming of age party. Coming dressed in anything bulky enough to conceal the bulletproof vest would just tip them off. He knew he had struck a chord when Otabek didn't answer him and instead stared off into nothing like he was deep in thought. Eventually he looked back at Yuri with a look of reverence on his face.
"You're right." The older man stated and Yuri couldn't help the smirk that overcame his face.
"So no vest?!" He questioned hopefully, but his bodyguard's expression didn't change.
"I'm going to talk to Viktor, see what our options are." Otabek answered and made to stand up, picking Yuri up in his arms like it was nothing before turning around to gently set him down in the chair he was just sitting in.
"Fuck that!" Yuri spat and sprang up out of the seat. "If you're going, I'm going too, don't think you can just leave me out of shit when I'm going to be the next Pakhan. Then I'll get to order you around!" Otabek just chuckled.
"You already do plenty of that кішкентай ханзадаim, but alright then put some proper clothes on and we'll go." His lover chided and Yuri looked down at his lounging attire of mini shorts, knee high socks, and a strappy purple tank top that was a little too short with a rainbow butterfly in the middle.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" He asked in a testy tone. "Viktor knows what I look like, so come on, don't make excuses to take longer…" Yuri grumbled and stomped out of the room in exactly what he was wearing just to spite Otabek. 'Put on some proper clothes' dream the fuck on.
He stomped all the way down to the second floor and over into the east wing where Viktors suite was. He used to come here frequently back when Viktor was his bodyguard, but now only went to steal booze. Still full of annoyance when he arrived, he rapped loudly on the door.
"VIKTORRR! Viktor I know you are in there you better answer me old man!" He yelled and felt the presence of his always calm and collected bodyguard appear behind him. God he hated him for always being able to keep his emotions in check while he was over here forced to wear his on his sleeve due to their incredible intensity.
A few seconds passed with no answer so he began banging again.
"VIKTORRRRR! OPEN UP!" He continued to yell until the door swung open revealing his former bodyguard standing there dripping wet, a fresh white towel hanging around his waist, an amused look on his face.
"Yuratchka, what a surprise!" He replied jovially and Yuri's face flushed in slight embarrassment at the other man's in his state of undress. "Please, come have a seat, let me get dressed and I'll be with you in just a minute."
Yuri made his way into the room, familiar but strange to be in after so long. He used to spend almost as much time here as his own room in his early adolescence. Back when Viktor felt like the only friend and family he had in this world.
He sat down on the armchair in the corner with the view over the city that he always used to sit and play his games when he was younger. He could see a bit of the park from here and he liked to watch the other kids play and hang out with their friends, carefree and unshackled by the responsibilities and liabilities that he was always plagued with.
Otabek however did not take a seat, just stood slightly behind the chair he sat in on the right hand side, hands clasped in front of himself, the picture of a perfect bodyguard.
"Why don't you sit down like a normal person? You don't have to be like that in here." He stated, annoyed with Otabek's rigid structure after the last few days of not having to abide by the boundaries that divided them.
"Because I was not invited to do so." Otabek answered with his eyes straight forward. Yuri just rolled his eyes.
Viktor did in fact come out in just a moment, wearing casual clothes of gray joggers and a black tee shirt. It was strange to see him out of his normal suit. It reminded him of the Viktor he used to know.
"Otabek, please sit too. You are a guest here." Viktor motions to the spot next to him on the sofa and Yuri stuck out his tongue when Otabek went to sit.
"Told ya so!" Otabek didn't respond to him, just turned to Viktor and began discussing the dilemma at hand.
After some poking and prying, Viktor ultimately agreed that having Yuri wear anything bulky enough to conceal his bulletproof vest may be enough to tip off the Solntsevskaya that they were onto them.
"Well let me speak to some of my friends in the military, perhaps they can offer some sort of solution for us." Viktor concluded and promised to let them know what he found out tomorrow morning. The two got up to leave and as Yuri walked past Viktor on his way out the door the older man leaned in and whispered. "Congratulations Yuri, I hope he makes you happy."
All the color drained from his face and his heart stopped beating in his chest. What did he just say?! He turned back to look at Viktor in shock and horror but the older man just held a knowing smile on his face and made the "zipped lips" sign before turning away and making a phone call.
Yuri walked back to his room in a daze, all too aware of Otabek following right behind him. When he got back he spun around, his face white as a ghost and uttered the awful truth to his lover.
"Beka... He knows, Viktor fucking knows." He whispered, feeling like the very walls surrounding them were listening, Otabek just blinked in surprise.
"What?" he asked.
"Viktor! He knows about us, about you and me! Just now when we were leaving he said 'Congratulations Yuri, I hope he makes you happy', what the fuck else could that mean!? Oh my god Beka what're we going to do? He knows and now he is going to tell Dedushshka and he's gonna kill you and-"
"Yura it's okay, I know he knows." Otabek interrupted, looking slightly bashful while running his hands through his hair. Yuri's brain short circuited.
"WHAT?!" He yelled, forgetting all thoughts about being quiet.
"He told me weeks ago that he suspected something was going on between us. When I was foolishly ignoring you after…" He trailed off and Yuri's heart tightened knowing he didn't want to utter JJ's name. Yuri didn't necessarily want to relive that time either.
"Anyways, he took me out somewhere to talk privately and told me his suspicions. As you know nothing was actually going on at that point but, as you also know, he is a very smart man. I wasn't going to tell him anything, until he proved to me that he could be trusted at least."
"And how did he do that?" Yuri's head was spinning with this new information. He was feeling slightly embarrassed that his former bodyguard and older brother-like figure knew details of his love life that he was unaware of. Otabek got a wicked smile on his face and Yuri couldn't help but find it sexy as all hell.
"Viktor Nikivorof is in a long term relationship with a man. And his name is also Yuuri." Yuri's mind exploded at the sentence Otabek had just uttered.
"WHAT?!"
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Loud music played so loudly it felt like it was shaking Yuri's brain. The special issue military grade long sleeve black faux turtleneck was making him sweat but at least he was able to wear shorts to combat it. black leather shorts, with over the knee leopard print boots. He wasn't completely going to sacrifice fashion! After all this was his 18th birthday party, and assassins or not he was going to enjoy it.
Otabek was positioned next to him the entire night, which he definitely wasn't complaining about, but he desperately wished he could be a little more carefree. After all, they don't even know that assassins will turn up tonight, it is just a guess. A good guess since his man was the one to think of it, but still.
He sat atop a 3 story VIP section built in the middle of the dancefloor for this event, like a little prince on top of his tower. This had always been the plan but since Yuri had begun working with the party planner months ago, but now that they were using him as bait to catch his assassins, it worked even better. The main dancefloor of guests were a combination of A list partygoers and socialites mixed in with members of the Plisetsky bratva disguised as guests. There was probably one bratva member to one guest.
On the lower floor of the tower was a private bar and higher up members of the Bratva including Mila, Georgi and some of Dedushkas favorite henchmen, the second level getting more elite, only including Dedushka himself, Viktor and Yakov. Up on top was just Yuri, Natasha, Andrej and of course Otabek vigilantly watching the crowd.
The twins had been informed of the dangers of coming tonight, but as Yuri's best friends came despite the danger. They trusted the Plisetsky's to take care of them and Yuri swore that they would.
Fuck a princess, I'm a king
Bow down and kiss on my ring
Being a bitch is my kink
What the fuck else did you think?
Fuck a princess, I'm a king
Bow down and kiss on my ring
It's gonna hurt, it'll sting
Spittin' your blood in the sink
I'm crazy, but you like that, I bite back
Daisies on your nightstand, never forget it
I blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes
Glacial with the blue ice, I'm terrifying
Yuri was drinking champagne out of the bottle, standing on the plush couch shaking his ass and grinding against Natasha while Andrej was filming them on his Instagram live. It was easy to forget that he was supposed to not get drunk in case all hell broke loose. After all, today he was finally 18! An adult, a man, someone people finally had to respect. He was finally eligible to take over the Plisetsky Bratva.
He looked over at Otabek who much to Yuri's disappointment wasn't looking at the show he was putting on, but was still diligently scanning the room, posture straight, hands clasped in front of him. Feeling loose with the liquor and the music pouring through him, he grew bold enough to climb down from the couch and saunter over to his bodyguard who didn't move, but whose eyes narrowed as he approached.
"Yura" He warned quietly enough that the twins wouldn't be able to hear him. But Yuri didn't care. It wasn't fair of Otabek to just stand there, looking so goddamn sexy in that suit.
"Don't 'Yura' me, it's my birthday after all." Yuri teased wrapping his arms around his bodyguards shoulders to whisper in his ear. "You're supposed to be watching me." He whisper shouted and bit his lip in a way he knew would drive the Kazakh wild. He could see the darkness wirling in the others' eyes as he fought between the temptation in front of him and the duty to his job. Good. That was exactly where Yuri wanted him.
"Eyes on me." He ordered and then turned around with a flip of his beautiful blonde hair over his shoulder. He knew Otabek was watching, he could feel his eyes on him. He leaped with the gracefulness of a Tiger onto the table and immediately began moving and body rolling to the music, making sure to throw every bit of sex appeal into the act. He dropped it low, he popped his ass, all to the cheers of the twins. It was worth it when he glanced in Otabek's direction and the older man was just gaping at him, slack jaw with fire in his eyes.
And then just like that, the fun was over when a bullet whizzed right past his head and all hell broke loose. Yuri hit the deck just like he was trained to do as the bullets began to fly and belly crawled over to the couch where they had a gun planted for him taped underneath. Natasha and Andrej were huddled down using the metal coffee table as a shield.
Once he had hold of his gun he whipped his head around trying to gain sight of Otabek who was thankfully unharmed, laying on the ground near the edge reloading his clip.
"Beka!" He yelled, the older man looking in his direction and they both started crawling immediately over to where the spiral staircase was located. Through the hole in the floor he could see Viktor and his Dedushkas bodyguards all surrounding him, shielding him from the chaos.
"Viktor now!" Otabek cried, the Silverette looking up at him and smiling in a sinister way that was completely out of place for the current situation they were in. He hit a button on the wall behind that and the entire tower was immediately flooded with heavy smoke from 50 smoke machines creating the perfect cover for the Yuri to slip away.
Before the fog completely clouded their vision Otabek took Yuri's hand and proceeded to lead him down the steps just like they had practiced over and over earlier this week. They were able to make it to the back stairwell and were descending the stairs to the underground parking lot before he heard the door bang open underneath them and someone yell "There he is!" before more shots rang out.
Both Yuri and Otabek opened fire back at them while reversing their direction, instead climbing the stairs to get away from these new attackers. Yuri's heels clacked on the floor and his heart pounded in his chest. This wasn't part of the plan, it wasn't supposed to happen this way. There was a car downstairs waiting for them to make a quick getaway, the garage heavily guarded, but these men had somehow infiltrated and were waiting for them.
There were 6 of them all ascending rapidly amid Yuri and Otabeks rain of bullets, and the pair were quickly running out of stairs. Soon they reached a door labeled "Roof" that was thankfully unlocked that they came tumbling through, bullets pinging off of it as they slammed it shut after them.
Otabek hurriedly looked for a way to block the door from opening while Yuri ran to the edges to see if there were any ladders or nearby rooftops or awnings they could make their escape down. He head a *slam* behind him and turned around to the sight of Otabek bracing his body against the door, trying to hold them back with brute strength.
"Yura, Hurry!" Otabek called to him and Yuri began to panic, he ran to another side and saw no easy way for them to jump without hurting themselves. He could hear the voices behind the door as they coordinated their efforts to all run forth at once, which unfortunately worked, and left Otabek sprawled on his back with a gun pointed in his face and the remaining men turning theirs toward Yuri. They were surrounded.
Yuri tried to be strong in the face of death, and stood tall and proud, sticking his chin out, but biting his tongue to prevent himself from letting out a sob, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He dropped his gun on the ground and raised his hands in surrender. This was it. This was how it ended for him.
A man stepped ahead of the others and holstered his gun while the others held strong. Behind him he could see Otabek fuming in anger on his knees with a gun up to his head. Fuck fuck fuck, this was NOT how this was supposed to go. They were supposed to escape from the party, lock the doors and weed through the guests to find the perpetrators, and be rid of this whole ordeal. He and Beka were going to continue to have time to be together, to be them, and find a way to make their love work in this difficult environment. The thought of losing this love before it really had the chance to blossom made a feeling of hopelessness shoot through his entire body. It made him weak.
"Yuri Plisetky. You're a sneaky little tiger to get our hands on." The leader of the group said. Yuri was sweating bullets at this point, unsure what else these men could want with him other than his life. Well if he was going to die anyways, he might as well go out in a bang.
"Fuck you you bastard." He seethed and spit at the other man's shoes. He just raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"How unladylike of you"
"Thats because I'm not a fucking lady" Yuri growled back.
"No? Well you're certainly dressed for the part." The man laughed. Yuri was fuming as the men behind their leader started to laugh as well. One of the voices sounded vaguely familiar though. He scanned their faces and a horrified look came over his face.
"Ilya? Is that you?" Yuri asked, his voice shaking with rage. The man in question looked a little surprised that Yuri had recognized him, but stepped forward all the same.
"Hey Yuratchka, didn't think you would recognize an 'good for nothing idiot' like me." The man had a savage and sinister look on his face. People can think what they want of Yuri and his selfishness, but he wouldn't forget the face of a man who was his bodyguard before Otabek. The man threw back the last words he had ever said to the man right back in his face, only now it was Ilya who had the upper hand.
"What the hell are you doing with them? You are supposed to be a Plisetsky man!" He shouted in anger. The other man just laughed.
"Ha! Did you really think i'd stick around after the way I was treated by you scum! Forced to babysit a spoiled little faggot, then cast aside to push drugs on the street when you got me fucking fired withyour selfish little stunt? Your dedushka is a fool for keeping you around all these years, I would have gotten rid of a burden like you long ago!" The man ranted and out of peripheral he saw Otabek get angry and attempt to stand again, only to be kicked in the gut and forced back to his knees.
"I knew I needed to get out of this pathetic bratva that catered\to the disgusting likes of people like yourself. A faggot for a grandson, a true Pakhan would never tolerate such sickening behavior. I wanted to break this bratva I had dedicated my life to, the one that tossed me aside like I was nothing. Turns out I wasn't the only one who wanted you dead." Ilya finished with a cruel smile on his lips, his eyes wild and full of malice.
Yuri was filled with a mix of fury and dread. As tough as he was trying to act, he was terrified of death. He had only just turned 18, he had just fallen in love with the man of his dreams. It couldn't end just now, it just couldn't. And what about Otabek? He was too good of a man to die like this. No, he had to stall, figure a way out of this.
"And why do you bastards want me dead?" He questioned, keeping up his tough front although he could feel himself starting to shake.
"Isn't it obvious?" The leader replied, taking a few steps toward Yuri until his gun was centimeters from his face. "To finish what we started 6 years ago." The creep replied with a sneer.
Yuri broke out in a sweat.
"What are you talking about?" He asked lowly, his hands balling into fist. 6 years ago? That could only be in reference to one thing, the only event that took place when he was 12 that was worth mentioning. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BASTARDS- OMFFF" He was cut off by the butt of the gun smacking across his face, knocking him to his knees.
"You know I'm getting real sick of your dirty little mouth." The man growled and grabbed a fistful of Yuri's long blonde hair, yanking his head back at an uncomfortable angle. He stuck the barrel of the gun in his gasping mouth and held it there, a look of malice in his eyes. "That's better you little fruit, bet you like that."
Tears began to form in the corner of Yuri's eyes from his rage and fear combing, whirling around with no other outlet to escape other than overflowing in salty despair.
"6 years ago, the Solntsevskaya were in a war with the Plisetskys for control of western Russian. Your father Alexander was a tough man and he was close to closing in on our major ports. If that was allowed to happen, the Solntsevskaya would lose control over Moscow and the Plisetskys would have won.
We came up with a plan, one that would get rid of our Plisetsky problem without raising any suspicion on our part. So we caused a car accident. Something to wipe out both Aleksander and his heir in one fell swoop." The man told the story sinisterly as the tears forced themselves out of Yuri's eyes and down his cheeks.
"You were never supposed to survive that crash, and your dedushka was supposed to be too old and weak to retake control of the bratva, but obviously not everything went to plan. After the crash, Nikolai was suspicious, even though there was nothing linking us to that incident, so we had to lay low for a while. Then when we heard that the precious heir to the Plisetsky throne was a little fairy drag queen with no interest in the business, we lost interest in you. That is until Ilya came to us." The barrel was pushed even further into his mouth, the taste of metal and gunpowder making him gag.
"He let us know that Nikolai was still planning and handing the reins over to you, and despite what we had heard, you had every intention of continuing on the Bratva. We were kicking ourselves for lost time, should have just made sure you were dead from the start. But all's well that ends well right?" He pulled the gun out of Yuri's mouth.
"Any last words?" The man cocked his gun and aimed it right at Yuri's eyes. The young Russian let out a sob, and turned his head to face Otabek. His bodyguard, his friend, and his lover. The most important person in Yuri's life. The older man was looking at him with tears in his own eyes and an expression that shattered his heart into a million pieces. So this was it. This was the last time he was ever going to see this human perfection and his chest hurt like he had already been shot.
"Otabek, I lov-"
*BANG*
Inspiration for this birthday scene is from the story "Omerta" by DJDaddybek which I've linked here /works/12675009. I believe from what I've read that originally worked with Kawaiiloren on the Mafia AU that she created. Anyways everytime I think of Yuri's 18th birthday I go back to this scene so I thought I would share with you.
Also I have been having a lot of thoughts of changing the title of this story from "Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline" to "The Bratva Prince". When I chose the original Title, I didn't have any idea what to call this, and just kinda picked a title at random based on some Panic! At the Disco song lyrics. Now a year and half later, and this story has grown, and I have grown I just don't feel like it fits anymore. I think 'The Bratva Prince'' would be a lot more fitting and a better representation of what this story is about. I'm just worried that if I change it now it will cause a lot of confusion and readers who previously read and are looking to re-read won't be able to go back to. LEt me know in the comments if you think I should change the title or if I should keep it the same.
I also wanted a big thankyou to allmy muslim readers for helping me make accurate corrections to my last chapter when i describe Otabeks Muslim upbringing. It was so hard to write because I wanted to be accurate and not offend anyone, but it looks like I made some missteps so I appreciate your constructive criticism. It's easy to leave a hateful comment, but it's much harder to leave a nice comment offering feedback when someone makes a mistake about your religion. I guess you can't trust everything you read on the internet right? Lol. So yeah thanks for that readers.I have made corrections to the last post that I hope are satisfactory!
Thank you!
