Yuuri made sure to limit himself to five little cups of sake, knowing what would happen if he drank too much, resulting in a potential cover getting blown. He had the agency riding on him after all. It'd really be something if he blew his own cover on the first day. He could basically kiss any sort of promotion goodbye along with this case. Yuuri shook the thought from his head and focused on the bratva who was being rather flirty right off the bat. He tried to keep his composure as he traced little circles into his chest.

"Are all Bratva as flirty as you?" he asked with a slight chuckle, a confident smirk on his face as he watched the other.

"Well, it's not every day I meet such a handsome Yakuza like you. And so many tattoos too. I wanna see more of them," he giggled and playfully ran his fingers down Yuuri's torso. "So muscular too."

"Do Bratvas not have tattoos?" Yuuri asked, trying to make something for conversation but still with a stoic expression no matter what.

"No, we don't feel the need to flaunt like that, though I wish we did. The ones on your arms look so cool. Do different Yakuza groups have different kinds of tattoo designs?"

"Yes, my group has floral designs but there are others with dragons, sharks, all kinds of things."

Victor's eyes lit up with interest as he took in all that Yuuri was telling him. Yuuri had to admit, the guy was pretty adorable with how he listened to everything Yuuri said, taking in all the information.

"My condolences to you, Takashi. I heard about the death of your son. Very sorry for your loss," Yakov said with a slight bow before taking a shot of whiskey.

"Thank you, Yakov. I've made preparations though and now have a new heir to take his place."

"Is it that one that Vitya is currently flirting with? I swear that boy has no self-control."

"That is him. His name is Yuuri Amori. He's the son of my later brother. He will take over as heir," Takashi said with a slight smile on his lips. "I say let them do what they will. We are making an alliance after all and what better way to start it than my heir and yours getting close?"

"Hm, I suppose you're right. My apologies, Vitya basically does what he wants even when I scold him. When he finds someone he likes, he can't help but go after them."

"It seems to be that way with this younger generation, huh?" he chuckled and clinked his glass together with Yakov. "Kanpai. To a beautiful alliance."

"Oh, how rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Victor Nikiforov, heir to the Bratva group in Moscow," he said with a slight bow, his hand still placed on top of Yuuri's.

"Yuuri Amori, heir to this Yakuza group," Yuuri said with a bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Victor."

Victor practically squealed in delight at knowing the other's name. In truth, he didn't really have very many people he considered "close friends." He had Yuratchka, but it was more of a little brother relationship. The rest were body guards and people in service to the family. Many days, Victor would spend playing by himself or looking after Yuri. That was why whenever Yakov would take him somewhere, he'd immediately start talking with others that interested him, flirting even. And boy, was this Yakuza handsome. Yakov always scolded Victor for being too eager and so upfront, but could he blame him for wanting to make connections even if it was only for a night? From the isolation, Victor craved attention. This was the perfect opportunity since they were both heirs to the groups that would be forming an alliance. If anything, Yakov should approve of this. The Yakuza boss certainly seemed to, giving approving nods whenever him and Victor's eyes would meet.

"You speak Japanese, right? You should teach me some words. I'll teach you some Russian ones in return," Victor said suddenly, catching the other by surprise.

After getting himself back into character, Yuuri nodded. He had to admit, the Russian was quite adorable. He was almost like a puppy in how excited he got over the littlest of things, and how he gazed at Yuuri with those bright blue eyes.

"Well, 'kanpai' is basically our version of cheers. 'Arigato' means thank you." Yuuri went through a little list of simple words and phrases.

Victor tried his best to repeat them as articulated as Yuuri did, though his accent shone through blatantly. Yuuri chuckled to himself at how cute it sounded. Victor did the same, going through a few Russian words, which Yuuri tried to parrot back to him, finding the same difficulty with his accent. They were very different languages after all, but he found some fun in the challenge of it.

"Oh, very good!" Victor chirped and continued to drink some more sake.

About an hour later, the two were still chatting at the bar. Yuuri had moved to water to keep himself from drinking too much. It was then announced by Boss Takashi that the party would be moving to the apartment complex owned by him. They would utilize the ball room. The venue was bigger so they could have more food, dancing, and other such activities.

"I can't wait to dance with you!" Victor smiled with a bit of a hiccup and slight blush to his cheeks.

Yuuri only nodded in response, gulping at the fact that dancing meant he'd be even closer to Victor. Yuuri was quite inexperienced when it came to dancing with a partner. He had figure skated and done ballet before deciding to go into what he had gone to college for, but he was quite inexperienced in dating and such. He hadn't even danced with someone else before, never done a paired figure skating routine or anything. He just prayed he wouldn't accidentally step on Victor's feet and insult him or something. He had to play this just right and make sure he got back to the room tonight alone, so he could report back to Phichit and the chief.

"Sure, dancing sounds fun," he nodded with a calm expression and looked over when he spotted Takashi gesturing for him to come over to where he was. "Excuse me for just one moment," he said with a polite bow.

He gulped a bit as he walked over to Takashi, not really sure what he wanted him for. His expression changed to that of surprise as a motorcycle helmet was tossed to him. He had gone through minimum training for driving a motorcycle since they knew most Yakuza in this group, at least the higher up ones did, but Yuuri hadn't actually expected Takashi to give him one. He leaned in close to whisper by his ear so no one else would hear.

"Since you're supposed to be my heir, you get the finest motorcycle. That's what they all expect. It's parked out front by the Russians' limo. So, sweep that Bratva off his feet." He then placed the key in Yuuri's hand. "I trust you know how to operate it?"

"Y-yes, sir."

Takashi then left him to go talk to Yakov again, giving his back a good-natured pat. Yuuri took a moment to gain his composure again and walked back over to Victor.

"You ready?"

"Woah..am I joining you on your motorcycle?" he squealed, practically jumping up and down as he looked from the helmet to Yuuri.

"Yes, unless you'd rather ride in your limo."

"Of course I'd rather ride with you! Let's go!"

The bike outside was parked behind the limo. It was bright red with various floral designs that matched Yuuri's tattoos. It looked like a very new model, all sleek and very fast looking. There was another helmet that matched the red on the back seat, which he figured was for Victor.

"Safety first," he said as he took it and helped Victor slip it on.

He checked the inside of his first to find that there was a microphone and flipped that on as well as the one in Victor's helmet. Once he had his on, he checked it.

"Can you hear me? There are microphones in our helmets so we can still talk while I'm driving."

"Oh, yes! I can hear you just fine. How fancy."

He smiled happily and waited for Yuuri to get on first before carefully sliding in behind him. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Yuuri's waist and press up behind him, getting ready to hang on.

"I hope you like to drive fast."

Yuuri was grateful for the helmet to hide how red his face was right now. He tried his best to relax his muscles so Victor couldn't feel how tense he was. Victor was the first to be this close to him like this, and Yuuri didn't know how he was going to stay in character like this. Putting the keys into the ignition and turning it, the bike roared to life, lowly rumbling quite beautifully as it stayed idle. He popped the kickstand up and tested the gas by twisting the handlebar. It revved up like some sort of roaring animal and with a final deep breath, Yuuri turned the wheel and slowly got them out onto the street. Feeling that a Yakuza on their bike, would most likely want to make it exciting, he quickly revved it up and it shot forward with its power. He could hear Victor giggling excitedly through the speakers in his helmet and holding onto him tighter.

"Boy, Yuuri. You sure do have some muscles," he chuckled and playfully gave his abs a squeeze.

Yuuri fought hard to keep himself from squealing and let out a cool chuckle.

"I glad you're enjoying yourself."

With Yuuri's speedy driving, he got them to the complex before the others, parking the motorcycle in the spot reserved for the Yakuza ones, indicated by their symbol. About five minutes after they arrived, the rest of the bikes and the limo did. Yuuri and Victor waited in the ball room, fixing up their hair from having the helmets on. It had certainly been nerve wracking, yes, but Yuuri found it oddly thrilling at the same time, feeling a bit of adrenaline coursing through him.

"You'll have to take me for more rides on your motorcycle, Yuuri. I had so much fun!" Victor exclaimed as he straightened his tie out. "I do hope we'll be dancing together a lot this evening."

"Oh, you can count on that, Victor." Yuuri smiled, even with his heart pounding at the prospect.