A/N:A few days delayed, but finally! The smut chapter I promised~ Beka will do anything to make his Yura feel better :) Lots of naughtiness ensues~ Enjoy!
Chapter 3
"Beka... I killed someone..." Yuri repeated the those four words over and over, the sound eventually disappearing from his voice until nothing was left but whispers and small sobs.
Otabek growled; a deep, rumbling sound that erupted from his throat before he could even stop it. His arms were tightly wrapped around Yuri's shivering body. Just being there was all that he could do for Yuri right now. He knew from experience. Things hadn't been easy on Otabek either when he had made his first kill all those years ago, so he slightly understood what Yuri had to be feeling right now.
Unlike Yuri, no one had been there to comfort Otabek afterwards. No one had rubbed his back as he threw up in the toilet repeatedly, images of the lifeless body and the feeling of blood sticking to his skin haunting him. No one had held him and told him that it was okay to cry, that taking a life was a terrible thing. He'd done what was expected of him, at the fragile age of fourteen. He had felt horrible for months, but eventually the queasy feeling in his stomach had settled and it had stopped bothering him. And as he had been ordered to kill more, he'd eventually grown accustomed to it and stopped caring about it all together. Within years his boss had turned Otabek into a emotionless killer, worthy to take over the imperium after the boss had died as bloody and messy as he had lived. It wasn't until Otabek had found Yuri and started taking care of him, that his feelings had returned to him; sometimes even overwhelmed him.
That's what his love for Yuri had been like at first as well: overwhelming. Otabek had had no idea how to deal with how he felt about the other man, and caused him a great deal of stress and internal struggles – not that he would ever admit that out loud. But he realized that once he came to terms with the intensity of his feelings, things had been easier on him. On both of them actually, since Yuri had loved Otabek just as recklessly and passionately in return. They loved each other so deep and hard, and unconditionally that they couldn't imagine a life without the other. Otabek would give up everything he was and owned if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with Yuri.
And that was exactly why Otabek was seething with anger and self-loathing as he held Yuri's shaking body as close to his chest as he could possibly phantom. He'd promised to protect Yuri; promised himself that Yuri would never have to deal with the horrible side that came with leading the mafia. Yet here they were, both covered in blood and Chinese brain tissue.
Otabek noticed Yuri's hands were still tightly clutching the gun he had once given him in his lap, and he hated the sight of it. With a growl he slapped the gun out of Yuri's hands hard enough to send it flying across the floor. The weapon ended up near the front door with a thud that sounded much louder than it should have. All Yuri did was look up at Otabek, his eyes wide, face pale, and lips parted as he breathed fast and shallow. It made Otabek's chest tighten painfully. He'd never hated himself more than he did right this moment. It was his fault. This was the Chinese's fault. Damn it, he'd make them pay. After.
"After what?", Otabek asked himself desperately as his thumb caressed Yuri's shoulder and pulled him closer, his heart still pounding. He wanted Yuri closer, as close as he could possibly get him. Holding him like this wasn't close enough. He neededto be inside Yuri, around Yuri, anything that could bring him closer. He wanted to reclaim every inch of Yuri's body and make him forget everything that just happened. After he'd left him so thoroughly fucked that Yuri couldn't remember his own name.
Within the blink of an eye, Otabek pulled Yuri down, smashing their lips together in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues instantly found each other inside of Yuri's mouth, desperately dancing together. Otabek could taste the vodka and cigarettes Yuri had had earlier on his tongue. Their kiss grew rougher, more frenzied and needy as it went on. It was wet and sloppy and held all of the tension both of them hadn't been able to release yet. The dull pain in his jaw from getting pistol whipped made him flinch ever so slightly, but he didn't give it any further attention. Nothing would keep him from Yuri. Nothing.
Yuri's arms flung around Otabek's neck with soft, eager sounds falling past his lips as he pulled himself tightly against the older man's chest. Otabek could feel the cold steel of Yuri's nipple piercings graze his skin. In return, Otabek's hand made their way down to Yuri's perfect, round ass. His large hand squeezed the globes of flesh tightly through the sweatpants Yuri was wearing. It wasn't enough. He needed more, and he was too impatient, too high on adrenaline.
With noticeable effort Otabek lifted Yuri off the ground and stood up with the blonde still in his arms. Yuri quickly wrapped his legs around Otabek's waist, ankles locked together behind his back. Yuri's short but sharp nails raked down his back and left angry, red streaks in their wake. Otabek groaned against Yuri's lips, the scratches tingling pleasantly. He did always like it rough with an edge of pain and danger. Like that one time when he and Yuri had taken turns in asphyxiating each other.
Otabek had made Yuri wear a cock ring one night, and every time Yuri felt like he was cumming, Otabek would carefully constrict his hands around Yuri's throat. Yuri would look up at him, his face contorted in pleasure, soundless screams coming from his mouth. When Yuri had finally been allowed to release all the pent up pleasure, he'd screamed Otabek's names at the top of his lungs. Otabek had thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Then Yuri had decided to return the favor and rode his lover's cock as hard and fast as he could with his hands squeezing down around Otabek's neck. Needless to say, it was one of the best orgasms he had ever had, the high from the lack of oxygen making everything a hundred times more intense.
He so desperately wanted to see that look on Yuri's face again right that moment, but Otabek wasn't sure he would be able to control himself properly with all the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Instead, Otabek opted for stumbling towards the bedroom with Yuri in his arms, but not before he slammed Yuri into the nearest wall he could find. Their lips were still fiercely nipping and biting at each other, smothered moans and whimpers caught between their lips and left hanging in the air. Only when Otabek began grinding his already swollen erection into Yuri's equally hard one and moaned, they parted and gasped for air.
"Beka," Yuri breathed out needy, his head lulling back against the wall and his eyes hooded. It made Otabek smirk, knowing he wasn't the only desperate one.
Yuri's hands quickly slid down Otabek's back, along the fresh scratch marks, and found the hem of the sweatpants he was wearing. Wasting no time, Yuri grabbed the fabric tight and pulled the pants down, exposing Otabek's ass to the cool air of their air-conditioned apartment. With a slight arch of his back, Otabek allowed Yuri to pull the front down as well. The pants fell to the floor with a small wiggle of his hips. Mindlessly Otabek stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now all that was keeping them from full skin on skin contact, were Yuri's worn, thin sweatpants. But Otabek would deal with those later.
All that mattered for now, was kissing his boyfriend senseless and pounding him into the wall with all the force he had. So that was exactly what he did. He didn't care if Yuri would have bruises on his hips or inner thighs tomorrow. He didn't care that the painful grip he had on Yuri's hips would leave bruised imprints of his fingers in the skin. He didn't even care that he could taste a trickle of blood as they kissed, from lips being bitten hard enough to break the tender skin. Hell, his kitten seemed to love it; panting and moaning and grinding up against him in desperation.
"Beka, please," Yuri whined, his hands kneading the cheeks of Otabek's ass roughly. "Please, I need you."
Otabek had never been able to deny such a request, and now was not the time to start. He plucked Yuri away from the wall. Yuri's arms locked around Otabek's shoulders, holding him tightly as he was carried to the bedroom. Shamelessly he kept grinding into Otabek's bare groin, making the Kazakh stumble slightly as small groans fell past his lips.
It only took a few long strides for Otabek to reach the bed and lower himself down on it on hands and knees. He loved how Yuri clung to his body as tight as he could, allowing him to carry his boyfriend up the mattress and lay him down with his head between the pillows.
As soon as Yuri's back hit the soft sheets under them and he relaxed his grip, Otabek was all over him. He placed hungry kisses along the long line of Yuri's neck, nipping and biting at the skin as he worked down to the collar bone. Yuri was a sucker for bites on and around it, so that was exactly what Otabek gave him. His teeth dug into the tender flesh near Yuri's shoulder and he sucked the skin into his mouth. Yuri squirmed beneath him, his nailed digging into Otabek's back and leaving crescent-shaped indentations in the skin.
Otabek avoided the specks of blood covering Yuri's body as he descended, leaving glorious marks in their wake on his chest. His mouth eagerly found a pink nipple. He sucked the nub into his mouth, batting his tongue against it before he took the metal bar of Yuri's nipple piercing between his teeth and tugged on it. Hard.
"Ah! God, Beka!" Yuri writhed under him, back arching as his hands dug into the top of Otabek's hair and pulled. Otabek couldn't keep a small growl from spilling past his lips at Yuri's reaction. Yuri had always love being on the receiving end of sexual torture much more than he liked giving it, but it never failed to amaze Otabek how much the blonde enjoyed it.
"Fuck, Yura. You're so responsive," Otabek breathed around Yuri's reddened nipple.
Yuri only let out a whiny moan as Otabek's breath fanned across his chest. With short licks and nibbles he trailed a wet path down to the waistband of Yuri's sweatpants. He could feel Yuri's eyes on him and when he looked up, he was met with the most intense look he'd ever seen in Yuri's eyes. His hooded eyes shone like they'd swallowed the sun, even though the room was only slightly lit by moonlight coming through the window. Yuri's hair was a mess, tussled and sprawled around his face like a halo of gold. And in the middle of it was his angelic face; a bright blush dusting his cheeks, lips parted and swollen from their earlier making out.
The sight of it made Otabek's cock jump in excitement, precum leaking out of the slit. If he wasn't so intent on completely erasing every other thought but his own name from Yuri's mind, he'd already be flipping him over and spreading that delicious, tight hole of his. But Otabek had more control than that. More so, he had a mission.
Skillfully, Otabek took the edge of Yuri's sweatpants between his teeth and began tugging them down Yuri's slender hips. The sweats were thin and worn out, the outline of Yuri's dick very prominent, and – along with a small wet stain from Yuri's arousal just below the waistband – they left little to the imagination. They were already hanging low from their ferocious grinding only a few minutes ago, beneath Yuri's prominent, incredibly sexy hip bones. It only took a small tug for them to be pulled over Yuri's dick and down his hips, their eyes locked with each other's the whole time. Yuri's cock sprung free, hard, pink, and leaking, the big nerve decorated with a small frenum piercing. He'd gotten it only a few months ago for his eighteenth birthday, and Otabek had been addicted to playing with it ever since it healed.
Otabek's thumbs pushed the pants further down. Yuri shimmied his legs out of the unnecessary piece of fabric. A whine fell past his lips as Otabek instantly sucked a bruise into the skin just shy of the base of Yuri's cock, and Yuri spread his legs so Otabek could lie in between them.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Otabek whispered against the already purple mark, his voice deep and laced with desire.
Yuri's slender fingers tangled in Otabek's hair. It was slightly longer than it had been during his younger days, just because Yuri loved running his hands through it and play with it. And honestly, Otabek loved it whenever Yuri would grab his dark locks tightly during their intimate moments together.
"Please, Beka. Please stop teasing... Let me fee– Ah!"
Yuri's sentence got cut short when Otabek suddenly swallowed Yuri's cock whole. Hips bucked upwards and hands tightened in Otabek's hair. With his lips tightly wrapped around the base of Yuri's shaft, the head of Yuri's dick had slid well down Otabek's throat. He hummed softly around it, relishing in the taste of his lover, his nose buried in the soft blond hairs that decorated the base.
Otabek swallowed. Once, twice, before coming back up and dragging his flattened tongue along the thick nerve on the underside of Yuri's cock. He made extra work to swirl and twist it around the small metal bar of Yuri's frenum piercing, making the other man gasp and writhe against him. It always made him happy to see Yuri react to his ministrations like that; to know he had such an effect on him.
As Otabek reached the head and let it slip from his mouth, his free hand wrapped itself around the base of Yuri's cock and his balls, gently squeezing them up against him. It made Yuri mewl and his dick twitch, and for a second Otabek thought Yuri would cum right that moment.
Deciding to push Yuri just a little further, Otabek nipped down the underside of the head. One second his lips touched Yuri's piercing, the next his teeth tugged at the metal rod. Yuri's body shook violently, back arching off the bed and a cry tore itself from his kitten's throat. His short nails dug into Otabek's scalp.
"Nngh! Fuck! Please, more," Yuri whined out with a moan.
With a devious smirk, Otabek repeated his action and Yuri's upper body arched completely off the bed with a loud groan. He figured that was enough teasing for now. With a small squeeze of his hand, he started bobbing his head up and down Yuri's length as hard and fast as he could. His tongue had Yuri's swollen dick trapped against the roof of his mouth. Ever so often he would lightly drag his teeth along the heated skin, and Yuri would jump and moan just a little louder. In return, Otabek would moan as well, sending vibrations along the skin and into Yuri's being.
As Yuri was losing himself to Otabek, Otabek was losing himself to the sensation of Yuri; in his mouth, on his tongue, the increasingly louder moans and mewls filling the air. He could tell from how Yuri's body was moving that he was close. That, and the steady beads of precum leaking from the slit and onto his tongue. He closed his eyes and relaxed his throat and jaw, ready to swallow everything Yuri had to offer, until Yuri forcefully yanked him away from his dick by his hair.
Otabek was about to protest when Yuri pulled him up far enough to be able to smash his lips against Otabek's. The sheer force of it made Otabek groan and slightly wince. Just because he had ignored the pain in his jaw, didn't mean it was gone. It was dull and would be a bruise by tomorrow, but he'd handled worse.
Their kiss was all teeth and tongues. Messy, wet, and extremely passionate. Yuri's fingers combed through his hair as Otabek's hands found Yuri's golden locks and mirrored the action. Their current position allowed for them to grind their naked erections against each other, so that was exactly what they did. Otabek didn't stop, didn't slow down until Yuri yanked his head back again and looked him straight in the eye.
Yuri's eyes were only half-lidded, looking at Otabek through those long, beautiful lashes. His lips were even redder than before, parted as he panted, and for a second his pink tongue darted out to lick a small string of their mixed saliva from his lips.
"Not like this, Beka. I need you closer," Yuri panted. "I need you inside of me."
The last part of Yuri's sentence was nothing more than a whisper laced with utter desperation. It made Otabek's heart pound vigorously against his ribcage, his chest tightening. Of course he'd driven Yuri to the edge of desperation before – and plenty time, too –, but this sounded different. More of a 'make me forget I am even alive' kind of despair rather than a 'I have gone crazy with lust and I need your cock inside of me -now-'. It made Otabek growl, the anger from before returning to him with full force. It made him even more desperate to wipe Yuri's brain of everything that had happened that night.
Within the blink of an eye, Otabek had Yuri's legs spread wide and pushed against his chest and three fingers inside his own mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. When they were soaking wet, he pressed two of them against the outside of Yuri's tight, pink entrance, making the Russian gasp and whine in response.
Otabek knew he didn't have to prepare Yuri gently. Hell, he didn't want to be gentle. Besides that, Yuri had made it a mission to wear plugs on a regular basis to keep himself loose and ready for Otabek's cock. He was done with the teasing and the playing. Something about the tone in Yuri's voice had unraveled the final threads of control he'd been holding on to. Instantly he pushed the two fingers past Yuri's rim and couldn't stop a gasp from falling past his lips at just how easily he was able to push them all the way in. Yuri trashed wildly under him, eyes screwed shut, and whimpers and moans coming out of his mouth in a steady flow.
A grin made it's way to Otabek's face as he began to fiercely thrust his fingers in and out of his lover, Yuri desperately thrusting back onto them. Otabek watched the tight of muscles swallow the tattoos at the base of his digits: a small, black cross on both his index and middle finger – though there was one on the index finger of his left hand too, along with a singular dot on his pinky.
A few minutes and another finger later, Yuri has been reduced to a panting, moaning, pleading mess. Otabek would skillfully alternate between slow, hard strokes against Yuri's prostate and short, quick thrusts with spread fingers to loosen the walls that clamped down on them.
"Beka please! Please.. j-just fuck me! Nnngh!" Yuri whined as he rolled his hips against the prodding digits. "Please.. Daddy.."
Otabek froze as that last word rolled off of Yuri's tongue like honey, barely louder than a whisper. He hadn't even known he had a daddy kink until Yuri had accidentally called him 'Daddy' during one of their long love-making scenes. Otabek had denied Yuri his orgasm for multiple times already, and Yuri had been long passed the point of such plain emotions as need and lust. In his attempt to please have Otabek allow him reach his climax, Yuri had started blurting out every slightly sexually tinted word he could think of – in English, Russian, and Kazakh. Eventually 'daddy' had found its way to his lips. Otabek had found it incredibly sexy, the way the word sounded when directed at him, and had finally lost it.
Yuri had found great pride in finally having found something that made the calm and collected leader of the Kazakh mafia come undone like that. So the word had stuck and in return, to reclaim some of his dignity, Otabek had started calling Yuri his kitten. The nickname had suited the blonde long before Otabek had even started calling him 'kitten' anyway.
So when Yuri breathed that one word, it was enough for Otabek's to roughly pull all three fingers out of Yuri's spread entrance with a pop and hold and open hand to Yuri's face.
"Spit," was the only command that came thundering out of Otabek's mouth.
Yuri did as he was told, sitting up a little and spat into Otabek's hand. With the naughtiest smirk on his face, his tongue darted out of his mouth to let the saliva drip off it, his tongue piercing glistening in the light.
Otabek hastily coated his well-endowed cock with Yuri's saliva, looking the man straight in the eye as his hand pumped the shaft. Yuri has lied back down, eyes glazed over and legs spread wide and pulled up high to his chest. It gave Otabek a perfect view of Yuri's wet, gaping hole. Yuri wiggled his ass a little, wordlessly telling Otabek to hurry the fuck up.
He heard the message loud and clear in his mind. "Enough, fuck me already." Otabek lowered himself over his lover and aligned his cock with Yuri's entrance, his long and graceful legs hanging over Otabek's shoulders. Without further delay, he bucked his hips and thrust the swollen head past Yuri's rim with a loud groan.
As Otabek entered him, Yuri's eyes fluttered closed and his arms flung around Otabek's neck. Otabek leaned down and kissed Yuri hungrily. His mouth swallowed the string of slightly pained moans that Yuri was unable to hold in as Otabek inched his whole cock into that tight hole with small, continuous thrusts. It wasn't until he bottomed out, panting hard and deep, that he stayed still.
"Yura... kitten, look at me," Otabek gasped as he broke the kiss, short on breath.
Yuri's eyes fluttered open and gazed up at Otabek with need, though the small whines that came from him told Otabek that he was in pain. Yet Yuri ground down on Otabek's cock with a small flex of hips.
"Don't stop, Beka. God, please don't stop. I need it." Yuri's voice was but a breath and Otabek could do nothing but oblige.
He drew himself back, leaving only the very tip inside of Yuri before he drove himself back in. Yuri screamed as a mixture of pleasure and pain wrecked through him, but Otabek did exactly what he'd been told. He didn't stop. With hard, deep thrusts he began pounding into Yuri. Otabek's back flexed with each movement, making the large, serpent-like dragon tattooed along his right side move like it was alive. It reached from right below his shoulder blade down to his firm ass with graceful curves, a perfect composition of black, grays, and shading. The tail of the creature just barely hit his upper thigh and seemed to sway back and forth under the continuous rolling of the muscles underneath.
Otabek growled in pleasure, dropping his head against a pale shoulder beneath him as his pace picked up.
"Yura... My Yura. I got you. I'll never let you go, you're safe now. I'll keep you safe," Otabek murmured against Yuri's skin, his lips dragging against it as he spoke, voice a little shaky.
Yuri only nodded and threw his head back as Otabek reached just a little deeper inside of him with a particular hard thrust, making him mewl in delight. And fuck, Otabek loved the little sounds his kitten made.
"I'm so sorry I broke – Ah! – broke my promise. I could have lost you... I could..." Otabek trailed off, not wanting to remember the sheer panic that had flooded him when Yuri hadn't been in bed with him. He'd half expected to find Yuri's lifeless body on the floor somewhere after he'd been roughly woken up, but the apartment had seemed untouched. Which had lead him to believe that Yuri had somehow made it out of their home and had rushed to safety – like Otabek had always told him to do.
Otabek's shock had been all the bigger when Yuri had suddenly appeared from behind the couch and shot the Chinese man in the head without hesitation. He was beyond grateful, but still; if Yuri had been slower, if his timing had been different, both of them would have been dead by now. Though Otabek wasn't one to linger on thoughts of 'should have, could have, would have', the thought of having been so close to losing Yuri still made his stomach twist. Life without Yuri was a fate so much worse than death.
The thrusts became rougher as Otabek's emotions caught up with him; Yuri wasn't the only one that needed to have his mind cleared. Fueled by a new rush of adrenaline he dug his hands between Yuri's shoulders and the bed, and held him close. Yuri's legs trapped between their bodies made the hug slightly awkward, but neither of them cared. Otabek increased his speed and angled his hips into that spot that would have Yuri scream.
And screaming was what Yuri did.
"Fuck! Fuck Beka... so good!" Yuri half-screamed-half-whined when Otabek kept pounding him into the mattress.
With unrelenting, deliberate smashes to his prostate, Yuri bucked violently under him, eyes screwed shut. Otabek felt Yuri's ass clench down around him as pleasure started to overwhelm him. The steady stream of moans and screams Yuri was producing, had Otabek growling out in response.
"That's right kitten, Daddy will take care of you."
The lewd and wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and labored breaths, pants, moans, and cries were all that filled the room from that moment on. Otabek put such force behind his thrusts that the bed lightly shook under the strain.
Yuri ground down on Otabek's cock like a wild animal, head thrown against the pillow, his blonde hair a mess and sticking to his forehead. The blood spatters on either of their faces had dried up a long time ago and turned to a dark carmine color, despite their bodies being covered in a thin layer of sweat.
As Otabek could feel the telltale coil at the pit of his stomach tightening and his balls drawing up against his body, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Luckily he could tell that Yuri was quickly reaching his peak as well by the way the Russian's moans became higher pitched.
"Look at me, Yuri," Otabek groans out breathlessly.
Yuri obliged, turning his head and looked up at Otabek through his long, blonde lashes with a desperate look on his face. Even though his eyes were half-lidded, Otabek could see flames in his emerald orbs, pupils blown wide. He kept his eyes locked with Otabek as the older man made him bounce back and forth on the bed.
If there was one thing Otabek loved, it was having eye contact with Yuri while they came. He rested his forehead just over Yuri's, strands of dark hair mixing with blonde. Wordlessly their breaths mingled between their lips. After what felt like minutes – but could have been seconds – both of their faces contorted in pleasure. Both Yuri and Otabek screamed their orgasm in unison, Yuri's hole milking Otabek's pulsing cock of every last drop of cum he had to offer.
Otabek pushed them through their high and beyond. His body felt boneless as he let himself slump down on top of Yuri, the mixture of adrenaline and orgasm making him see stars. He felt Yuri's body strain under him, and he felt foolish for forgetting that the blonde's legs were still draped over his shoulders.
Gently Otabek lowered Yuri's legs, who let out a breath of relief and wrapped them around the Kazakh's waist instead. Yuri was always clingy after sex, which Otabek loved, and now was no different. Yuri's arms were around Otabek's neck, and he clung to him. Otabek softly nuzzled his neck, lips softly kissing the bite marks and hickeys he'd left.
They lied silently in each other's arms as their erratic breaths slowed down and bodies came down from their highs. Otabek's cock had gone flaccid inside of Yuri, and with a small arch of his back, he pulled out of his lover. Yuri's response was immediate as reality caught up to them; his body started shaking under Otabek, small tremors running along his entire body like he was freezing. It made Otabek's chest tighten.
"Come here," Otabek whispered.
Yuri loosened his death grip and let Otabek move off him so he could lie on his side and face his kitten. Otabek held his arm opened lightly, inviting Yuri back into his warmth. Yuri instantly scooted towards him and snuggled up into his chest as his breathing turned to small pants. Otabek held him tight, one hand lovingly petting Yuri's damp hair.
"You're safe now, Yuri. Nothing is gonna happen ever again, I'll make sure of it."
Otabek felt Yuri draw in a sharp breath to reply, but stayed silent. Otabek closed his eyes and kissed the top of Yuri's head. He would make sure of it. He was more determined than ever to keep his lover safe, to make him never have to go through that feeling of killing again. Yuri's life was more important to Otabek than his own, is always had been. But tonight he had realized that Yuri felt the same; that Otabek was more important than his life. It made Otabek both extremely happy and sad at the same time, knowing that Yuri would do anything to keep him safe. Sure, his bodyguards would take a bullet for him too, but Yuri... he just loved him so god damn much.
"I love you, Beka," Yuri breathed, shaking Otabek from his thoughts.
"I love you too, Yura," Otabek replied quietly, his voice still raspy and deep.
Silence enveloped them after that, and Otabek did something he hadn't done in years: he hummed Yuri to sleep. It was something he'd done right after Yuri has started living with him and would sometimes sneak into his bed, a shivering mess of nerves. He'd pull Yuri against him and hum some of his favorite songs until his small form would fall asleep. And now, as Yuri lied in his arms, a shivering eighteen year old mess, few inches taller than himself, Otabek felt it was the only thing he could do.
He softly started humming 'Hurt' by Johnny Cash. At the first notes of the song, he felt Yuri relax a little and snuggle tighter against him. His chest vibrated as he hummed and it seemed to have the most calming effect on the Russian. Before Otabek had even finished the song, Yuri's breathing had evened out and he was sound asleep. Otabek smiled the most tender smile as he stroked Yuri's head. He yawned. He was tired too and desperately wanted to sleep, but there was something he had to do first.
Ever so gently Otabek pulled himself out of Yuri's grip and got out of bed. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and only now realized that he lamp that was usually decorating it, was no longer there.
"Ah, right. I launched it," Otabek thought to himself. The lamp had been closer than his gun when he had been roughly woken up by Mr. Yang's henchman. Being a man of improvisation whenever needed, he'd tossed the piece of decor at the man's head. He'd missed – the man was shorter than he thought – but that was just a detail.
Carefully Otabek avoided the shards of glass scattered by the wall as he made his way to the living room. He looked down at the dead body near the couch and the large pool of blood that had soaked into a large portion of the fluffy rug on the floor, and sighed. That stain wasn't going to come out, ever. Luckily the mess was restricted to the rug, and some spray against the wall. It wasn't going to be that much of a pain to clean up.
Otabek flipped through his phone and dialed a number he had on speed dial. One of his most trusted and skilled men answered on the other end.
"Yes, boss?" The voice was hoarse. The kind of hoarse that too much smoke and alcohol will do to it.
"I made a mess in my living room that needs to be cleaned up. Can you please send housekeeping over?", Otabek asked calmly, all business. Just because Yuri got to see a certain side of him, didn't mean that everyone else had that pleasure at well.
"Of course, boss. I'm sending them right over." There was a long silence on the other end and Otabek thought the call had ended when the man followed up with a quick, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine. We just had an accident and spilled some... Chinese," Otabek said as he glanced over the body again before he turned away and spotted his gun by the front door. Still completely naked, he strode over and picked it up, before placing it on the kitchen counter.
"I see. We'll be there in ten."
This time the phone was hung up on the other side, and Otabek let out a small sigh. At least that was taken care of now. He had personally hired the men who were coming over, so he was absolutely sure that when they were done, everything would look as it had always had. The blood would be scrubbed from the wall and floor, though he was still sure the white rug was beyond saving. But if anyone could fix it, it was them.
Silently Otabek made his way back to the bedroom, only after making a stop at the bathroom to get a warm, damp cloth. Yuri shouldn't be reminded of his deeds first thing in the morning.
Without making a sound, Otabek sat down on the bed and gently rolled Yuri onto his back. He smiled. His kitten seemed out cold. Softly he wiped the dried blood and sweat from Yuri's face, pushing his hair back from his forehead. When that angelic face was clean, did the same thing to Yuri's chest, erasing all traces of their horrible night. Yuri only lightly whined when the cloth moved close to a nipple, but otherwise stayed sound asleep.
Otabek quickly dragged the cloth across his own face and chest when Yuri was completely clean, before tossing the cloth onto the empty nightstand. He crawled back into bed quietly, and smirked lightly as Yuri instantly cuddled up against him. They were back in their previous position, Yuri facing him while he had his arm draped over his waist.
A small yawn escaped Otabek. He was tired, but he wouldn't allow himself to sleep. Not tonight. Tonight he'd simply hold Yuri in his arms and make sure he was safe. Nothing would ever happen to him again as long as Otabek was right by him. He promised himself again: he would keep Yuri safe, even at the cost of his own life. He would be the iron wall that protected him from harm, and kill everyone who came near.
Starting from tomorrow, the hunt for every last member of the Chinese mafia would begin. He'd find them all, and put a bullet through every single one of their brains. After all, he had a point to prove and a message to send: no one messed around with Otabek Altin, the Dark Horse of Kazakhstan. And no one messed with his kitten – his Yuri. And to whoever tried, he would hunt them down and make them pay for it with their lives.
A/N: I tried. I honestly tried to not make this chapter so long and I -totally- failed. I'm incapable of not going overboard *sigh*I hope y'all liked this chapter, and the whole story in general! I'm love their characters and I feel like this isn't the last we've heard of Daddy and his Kitten ;)
Also, Beka humming a stressed and nervous Yuri to sleep is my new obsession. Because it's the most adorable thing ever!
Let me know what you think, guys ^^