Welcome to another edition of the Otayuri Writers Collective not-so-weekly 3x3 fic recs! Thank you for all your support! Here are 3 SFW and 3 NSFW fics we’re featuring this week.
Top SFW Fics
Favorites by Kiyala
1.6k - Complete
Otabek visits Yuri in St Petersburg and he can't help but feel nervous.
Endurance and Peach Tea by chapstickaddict
11.5k - Complete
Yuri hummed. His body didn’t uncurl, but instead of pressing his face into the fold of his legs, he rested it on his crossed forearms. Tilting his face towards Otabek, he looked for the bronze metal. The colorful ribbon snuck into the folds of his jacket, hiding his prize from view. Yuri reached out, and Otabek let him pull the ribbon to bring the metal into the light.It was beautiful. Heavy and ornate, with the front masterfully detailed. The perfect symbol of success. Yuri flipped it over, admiring Otabek’s name carved along the back. Wait. “Did they spell your name wrong?” he demanded, straightening. Otabek made a noise beside him.
It takes three years for Yuri to figure himself out and get his head on right. He drags everyone along for the ride. Otabek is the only one to go willingly.
Sonata In A Major by Lumieres
8k - Complete
Yuri is like a meteorite, caught in his atmosphere. If he doesn’t take care of him, he’ll completely burn up, and there won’t be anything left for him to salvage.
(Or: Three times, Yuri and Otabek kiss, only to never speak about it again.)
Top NSFW Fics
Baptism by InsominiacArrest
9.6k - Complete
Yuri Plisetsky has been waiting to lose his virginity to his boyfriend (and also take his boyfriend’s virginity) and on his 18th birthday, he gets his wish.
follow up: Otabek and Yuri have been apart for a couple months and finally get to reunite.
Something More Involved Than Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816
3.8k - Complete
Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.
cinderella by verity
7.1k - Complete
Yuri tucks his face into his outflung arm. "I haven't done anything with anyone." Since it's Otabek, he doesn't have to explain. He can just look at the way the grass bends under his arm, trace his eyes down the blades into the shadow of his body. "You didn't tell me how it doesn't work. I want to know."
i. After meeting his favorite rockstar in Lucky Seven, Yuri hits the road with his boyfriend and the rest of the band. While so much around them changes, Yuri stands beside Otabek and all his demons. But how long will the sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll last until the fire becomes an inferno neither of them can escape? ( WIP; explicit → read on ao3)
ii. Drain you - Nirvana / Sex on fire - Kings of Leon / Blonde hair, black lungs - Sorority Noise / Fell for you - Green Day + More (→ listen on spotify)
a list of things i think about whenever i write otayuri, part one
or, in which angel dumps all her otayuri HCs from twitter (originally here) to tumblr
beka has a really awkward, snorty laugh when he really gets into it; yura loves it
yura can actually cook; he learned from his grandfather. but he can only cook specific things. beka has a bigger repertoire of recipes.
beka loves playing with yura’s hair. he’ll absentmindedly braid it, or card his fingers through it, or twist it around his finger a lot
yura likes it when beka slicks his bangs back but likes it better when beka’s just showered, so his hair is loose and floppy and soft
they communicate by touch almost as much as by words. when they’re on the couch and yura has his feel propped in beka’s lap, beka will gently squeeze yura’s ankle to let him know he’s getting up; they’ll touch fingers to the back of a hand, lightly tap a shoulder.
when yura is anxious, beka lays a hand on the small of yura’s back to ground him; when beka is angry, yura will put a hand on his arm to calm him
a lot of their time together is quiet, comfortable, always touching; cuddled on the couch, tangled together in bed
when yura has panic attacks (bc he does, ofc he does), beka takes him gently by the wrists, presses yura’s palms to his chest so yura can steady himself to beka’s breathing and heartbeat. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t pull any closer, just waits and is there
when beka is lonely, homesick, yura cooks lamb pilaf, the only non-russian dish he can reliably make (that isn’t pasta), or they go out for shawarma and kofta. he asks otabek to tell him things about almaty, about his travels. on really bad days it’s yura who talks and talks about everything, and beka just listens and smiles, and lays his head in yura’s lap. (yura is blushing like heck; otabek thinks it’s adorable)
beka is a huge sf/f nerd. yura prefers scifi to fantasy. they have 100% marathoned star wars together. yura hates the prequels; beka thinks they’re necessary to the story of darth vader/anakin skywalker. they bicker a lot about who’s the strongest force user. (nerds)
they have also watched lord of the rings together. yura did not cry when boromir died, what the f/ck beka, that is a LIE
beka likes asking yura to listen to tracks and mixes to get his opinion or just share what he’s doing. sometimes he also plays songs on the guitar (it’s more portable than a piano), singing quietly. his voice isn’t the best, a little raspy, but it’s warm and full. yura loves it.
they challenge each other in skating a lot, sending each other snaps and clips of new routines, new moves. yura is angry but proud when beka nails a quad flip before he can (it’s victor’s signature move, damnit!!) but beka is so happy when yura gets his 3Lu3Lo combination
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rated: T for cursing, no warnings apply
Pairing: Otayuri
Tags: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Tickle Fights, mentioned JJbella in the background, rated T for cursing, otherwise it's just fluff, bffs to lovers, Fluff and Humor, Aged-Up Character(s)
Words: 1,777, one-shot
Summary: In which Otabek is the supreme master of tickle fights and his leg hair is inadvertently involved in the process of them getting together.
Did you get your @otayuriwczine yet??? If you post about it tag it something we can find, like #otayuriwczine or something! The contributors are sitting on the edge of our seats wanting to know what you think!❤💜💛💚💙❤
“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”
In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.
AO3 link
So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks.
(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)
They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.
Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.
He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.
So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.
-
It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.
“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.
“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.
“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”
Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”
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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
Alright buckle in its gonna be a bumpy ride let me tell you a thing or two about the size of @otabekaltin’s dick
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I hope you’re ready bc I sure as hell wasn’t the first time I saw it – tho in fairness he did warn me about it beforehand
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
But I’m gonna be honest here and say I had to take a moment when we did somethinh sexual for the first time bc girl, I couldn’t’ cope
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
Shall we talk about the time he fucked me for the first time?
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
YES WHAT A WONDERUFL IDEA KETS CARRY ON TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY BOYF’S DICK FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTS
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
After all of the prep (srsly ive never seen so much lube lmao) he finally entered me (is that even the right word idk I’m so drunk rn)
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I’ve never felt so full in my whole life it was SO GOOD 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND (although hands off he’s mine)
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
honestly tho I swear the sex gets better every time? He REALLY know what he’s doing with that thing let me tell you
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I did once ask if he needed a licence for it, he didn’t take it well lmao. Anyway, tl;dr: @otabekaltin’s dick is a godsend and
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I am forever grateful that I’ve got to experience such a masterpiece so many different times in so many different positions
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 5h ago
Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin
Holy mother of god is this true? PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS TRUE
Yuri Angels @yuriangels10 · 5h ago
Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin, @c_giacometti
AHAHAHA WE’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR AGES WE CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING
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“Yeah, I figured, from the numerous spelling mistakes and yours and Mila’s Snapchat stories from last night,” Otabek says, sighing. “But that doesn’t make this okay, Yuri.”
“I know,” Yuri says miserably as he continues to scroll through the shit storm that’s taken over his Twitter. “Do you want me to delete the tweets?”
“I’m not sure what good that’ll do at this stage,” Otabek says. “They’ve already been screenshotted and reposted too Tumblr and Instagram and Facebook so many times that deleting the original tweets doesn’t mean that people will stop talking about it.”
“True,” Yuri agrees. He hasn’t checked Tumblr yet but he already feels like the Yuri Plisetsky tag will be trending on there, full of screenshots taken from Twitter and detailed posts discussing it all. Instagram will be full of people screaming in the comments, and Facebook will have people criticising his decision to share this all on the internet for everyone to see. No doubt someone has already put together a compilation video on YouTube of closeups of Otabek’s crotch with Yuri’s tweets edited onto it. “I can’t apologise enough for all of this. I’m so sorry.”
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russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago
@yuriplisetsky is a size queen
Jenna @xxknifeshoesxx · 4h ago
Replying to @plsetsky
I can’t believe that this is confirmed, what the hell
skate away @quadloop · 4h ago
Replying to @plsetsky, @xxknifeshoesxx
Is it just me that rlly wants to know just how big Otabek is now?
russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago
Nah (I mean it might be bordering the slightly creepy territory but still, SOMEONE FETCH THE GUY A TAPE MEASURE)
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“I know,” Otabek says. “I’m not happy that this has happened, but it has, so we’ll deal with it – oh no, Victor’s just messaged in the group chat.”
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Victor: EXPLAIN YOURSELVES
Victor: [multiple screenshots of Twitter threads]
Yuri: …
Yuri: why the hell should we have to explain ourselves to you two??!
Victor: BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IN THE SKATING WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF OTABEK’S DICK AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT AND WHY DID YOU POST THIS ALL ONTO TWITTER?
Yuri: jesus
Yuri: stop yelling
Yuri: I was drunk and said some things on twitter, it’s not a big deal
Victor: It very clearly is!
Victor: Yakov is going to have your head off over this, I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet
Victor: If you thought he was mad at you after Welcome To The Madness, then you’ve really got another thing coming
Yuri: I can handle yakov thank you
Otabek: I’d make a joke about how if you can handle my dick you can handle anything but somehow I don’t think that would be appreciated
Yuri: oh my god beka
Victor: You’re right, it wouldn’t be appreciated
Yuuri: Maybe
Yuuri: Maybe it doesn’t matter because they’re both consenting adults and what goes on behind closed door isn’t anyone’s business but theirs?
Victor: Yuuri I love you but that’s not the point
Victor: They’re going to get people going on about this for months, in interviews, in articles, online… it’ll come back to haunt you in five years’ time at a party when someone’s flicking through their camera roll and finds the tweets and is like, “oh wow who remembers when?”
Yuri: alright I get it my tweets are a ghost that’ll come back to haunt me
Yuri: can we all please calm down I really don’t want to deal with this rn
Victor: Is that because you’re hungover? Well you should’ve thought about that before you got drunk and posted a bunch of stupid tweets to twitter!
Yuri: *true, not stupid
Yuri: and stfu victor
Yuri: no one cares what you have to say
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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago
I’M YELLING pic.twitter.com/t35v5f
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago
Someone should get yuri drunk more often this is GOLD
Mila Babicheva @mila_b · 20m ago
Replying to @phichit_chu
I honestly don’t know if I should be apologising or not
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 20m ago
Noooo! Definitely not lmao I WANT TO KNOW ALL THE SECRETS
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registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this banana bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/235g5y
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this cucumber bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43qg5
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this aubergine bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/4gaf35
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this leek bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/98rga3
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this can of dry shampoo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/257g23
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this chair leg bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/5gsgj1
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this table leg bigger than otabek’s dic? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43tg83
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this branch bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/6grg24
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this tree bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/7gr32t
Yurabek For Life @yurabek4life · 6m ago
Replying to @slicetheice
@yuriplisetsky is this dildo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/24gw46
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago
u ruined it
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago
gtfo my thread
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There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Mila enters, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair is messy and she obviously didn’t get around to taking off her makeup last night, as her eyeliner and mascara is smudged around her eyes and what’s left of her foundation is decidedly patchy.
“Hey,” she says quietly, walking forward and placing the glass on the bedside table. “Thought you could probably do with a glass of water.”
“Thanks,” Yuri mumbles, reaching for the glass and taking a few small sips. Though his phone call with Otabek has now ended, they’re continuing to text as they both keep an eye on what’s happening on social media. Victor keeps texting him too, and Yakov keeps calling him, but Yuri is ignoring those. He doesn’t need a lecture right now.
Mila shuffles on her feet, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, looking down at the carpet rather than at Yuri. “I never should’ve got you that drunk last night.”
“You do realise I don’t really give a shit, right?” Yuri replies. Mila’s head snaps up and she stares at him, brow furrowed.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“I don’t care, Mila,” Yuri says. “Maybe in a perfect world I wouldn’t have posted those tweets and sent the figure skating fandom into a meltdown, and maybe people at Google questioning wouldn’t be wondering why there’s been a sudden increase in people Googling what the average penis size in Kazakhstan is, but it’s not the end of the world. Otabek wasn’t best pleased at first but I think he’s getting over it now. If anything, it’s just given everyone another reason to be jealous of the fact that I’m dating him.”
Mila scoffs, a smile spreading across her face. “You’re something else, Plisetsky,” she says. “Are you going to tell me, then?”
“Tell you what?” Yuri asks, feigning ignorance as he continues to scroll through Twitter. He’s trending, but he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel about that given the circumstances.
“How big he is, of course!”
“Fuck no. Get out my room.”
“Technically speaking –”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
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17 missed calls from Yakov
Yakov: What on earth is going on
Yakov: I hope you have a reasonable explanation for all of this
Yakov: I am concerned about that boy’s influence on you
Yakov: Please answer your phone calls
Yakov: Answer the phone when I call you!
Yakov: ANSWER THE PHONE!!
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Otabek Altin retweeted
russian fairy @plsetsky · 5h ago
@yuriplisetsky is a size queen
Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 1m ago
Replying to @plsetsky
Hell yes he is. ;) #yurisizequeen
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 30s ago
Replying to @plsetsky, @otabekaltin
#yurisizequeen CONFIRMED
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Worldwide Trends · Change
#yurisizequeen
@yuriplisetsky and @otabekaltin are Tweeting about this
General Election
UK General Election ends in hung parliament
The King and The Skater III
@phichit_chu is Tweeting about this
#mysearchhistory
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled?
Kazakhstan’s Hero
Otabek Altin is now being celebrated for entirely different reasons than the ones you’re thinking of
@yuriplisetsky YOU UPDATED YOUR BIO AND I’M YELLING
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago
Replying to @phichit_chu
I was just showing who I am
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 8m ago
This whole thing is making my day #yurisizequeen @otabekaltin so how well does he take it?
Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 8m ago
Now that would be telling ;)
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 7m ago
Is that code for “I’ve never had anyone take it so well before”?
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5m ago
Why must I be exposed in this way
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 4m ago
You exposed yourself
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 2m ago
…true
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Yuri: I’m never drinking with you again.
Mila: Yeah, whatever you say
Mila: I will get you drunk again and get you to spill your secrets all over Twitter
Yuri: NEVER
Yuri: NOT HAPPENING
Mila: Sure, keep telling yourself that
Mila: So, you want to have a few drinks next Friday?
Yuri: …
Yuri: Fine. I’m in.
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Yuri’s been back at his apartment for a few hours, doing nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching Netflix and contemplating if he can stomach food yet when the doorbell rings. He stares at the door for a few moments, confused, because he no one’s told him they’re coming around. Maybe he left something at Mila’s and she’s decided to drop it off when running errands or something. Sighing, he pauses Netflix, drags himself off the couch and shuffles to the door, his blanket wrapped round his shoulders like a cape.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Yuri demands when he opens the door and sees Otabek of all people standing there. “You decided to just hop on the next plane to St Petersburg or something?”
“Um, yeah,” Otabek mumbles, brushing a hand through his hair as a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. With his other hand, he holds up a bag from the local convenience store. “I also got food. Wanted to make sure you were actually going to eat something today.”
Through the thin white plastic of the bag, Yuri spots a familiar label. “You got me Pringles.” They’re one of his favourite foods that he’s not really supposed to eat when he’s training, but they’re also what he really wants right now.
Otabek grins. “I did.”
“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” Yuri asks, making a grab for the bag. Looking like a kid at Christmas, he takes the lid off the Pringles and tears at the paper/foil one, before taking several crisps out of the tube and putting them all into his mouth at once.
“Well, you’ve told the world about how much you love my dick, but apart from that, no, I don’t think so.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Yuri says through a mouthful of crisps, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get in here.”
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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 13m ago
Look who flew all the way from Almaty just to be here! ♥♥ pic.twitter.com/36uhghefh5
Otabek squirmed in his chair, his fingers opening and closing on the velvet of the arm rest, leaving damp patches of sweat. He tried to maintain his poise, back straight, face mostly stoic except for a tiny crease of his brow at the bridge of his nose. He sat there, desperately waiting for the negotiations to be over already.
His father’s face flickered in his memory, one more time. Dark circles, prominent stress lines, the man now looked ten years older, lost and defeated.
Eight Million.
The Altins owed the Nikiforov clan eight fucking million.
It was distressing Otabek. Even though he was sitting in a lavish manor in a perfectly air conditioned room, even though he wasn’t the one who was dealing with the discussion.
“Viktor listen… ” Otabek watched as JJ tried to convince the rival boss to allow more time for them to repay their debts. “We aren’t here to betray you. We're just asking you to consider-”
“We’ve been considerate for the past five years.” Viktor cut him off, in mid sentence. His sharp glare boring holes into JJ’s mind.
Otabek knew his father had made a mistake by asking JJ to lead the settlement talks. JJ’s head was way too big to be bowed by authority. Not even by Viktor Nikiforov, the Mafia boss, whose word was enough to end a discourse or start riots.
Otabek was happy to be sidelined and not be the direct target of Viktor’s cold words. He wasn’t good with words. His strength was in strategic planning and execution. He was the proud owner of an athletic body, quick reflexes and a sharp brain. With his family name slowly disappearing down the drain, he'd sweated blood to regain their reputation. Otabek didn’t utter a word and let JJ handle his mess.
Otabek was still nervous though, he could feel the weight of the green-eyed gaze that prickled the hair on his skin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that the gorgeous young man sitting beside Viktor was indeed Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky.
It’d been five years since the last time he’d seen him.
He still remembered the lanky figure, twirling on the ice, easy and beautiful.
Otabek was eighteen when his father finally allowed him to join a public skating institute. On his first day, he was taken aback by the group of sturdy men huddled around a sixteen year old teen. The boy was busy, barking curses at his bodyguards, as if he wouldn't be blown away if any one of them decided to sneeze. It was a sight to behold.
It was after closing hours at the institute, in the timeslots allocated for privileged students, that Otabek got to see Yuri. He knew the boy belonged to the Nikiforov clan, a second son, who was simply trying to pursue his dreams against the overwhelming burden of his family name.
Otabek felt for him. It wasn't an unknown feeling to Otabek, to want to ditch your bodyguards for an hour or so and spin on the smooth surface of the ice, forgetting that there was always someone waiting out there to abduct you, or kill you, to take their sweet revenge on a dispute over so called territories.
Everyday, Otabek waited for his turn on the ice, patiently, arriving early on more occasions than he’d like to admit. He loved to watch Yuri skating.
He got all flustered when, after a month of watching from a distance, Yuri waited to see him practice.
The boy sprawled on the nearby benches, eyes skittering, following Otabek’s every move. Otabek got so self-conscious that he pathetically missed landing his Axel. Three times.
He didn't finish his routine. It was impossible to focus against the sharp gaze that spread warmth in the pit of his stomach.
“Hey,” Otabek froze. He turned around, wiping his face with a towel, more to hide his flushed cheeks than anything else. He didn't miss the tenderness in Yuri’s tone that generally cracked with frustration. “Will you help me with my Salchow?”
“Huh?” Otabek uttered, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that Yuri was actually talking to him.
Yuri rolled his eyes, stepping closer. “Will you teach me? You're real good at this shit.”
"Sure,” Otabek blurted out without thinking, taking the offered hand in a firm handshake.
“Thanks man,” Yuri’s face beamed like sunshine. “I'm Yuri, by the way.”
“Otabek. Otabek Altin.”
“I know,” Yuri muttered, eyes crinkling with a soft smile that made Otabek forget his own name. And he thought this was going to be his best day ever.
That night, half of the Altin clan was slaughtered during a treaty meeting.
The horrendous act was condemned throughout the mafia world. The Altins had lost their leader. Otabek had lost his grandfather.
Otabek never stepped on an ice rink after that. His life became a game of cat and mouse as he struggled to remain alive every fucking day. With his grandfather gone, their old rivals had pledged to destroy every last Altin.
The tragic death ended all their ties with the other clans that had been built up on the elder Altin’s reputation, his terror. The funds from their allies soon got converted into debts.
It took them five years to re-establish their old position. But still, eight million was a tough ask to fulfil.
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“I think I'm done with this meeting, gentlemen,” Viktor suddenly declared, leaving his chair. “My cousin, Yuri, will take over from me here on in.” He bent down and whispered into Yuri’s ear that vaguely sounded like “Squeeze my eight million out of their asses. I really don't care how” before turning towards the Altins, beaming his perfect heart shaped smile.
“So?”
Otabek snatched his eyes away from Viktor’s retreating back, fixing them on Yuri. Luckily, his target was JJ this time.
“How do we proceed with this?” Yuri’s tone was cold, as if he meant pure business and nothing else.
Otabek scanned his face, daring to memorise his grown up features, his long hair that now reached his hips, broad shoulders that carried a leopard print jacket like a second skin, sharp cuts on his face that enhanced his beauty. He was sure Yuri had grown to his height, if not more, looking more mesmerizing if that was even possible. He was still lean, but had developed toned muscles in all the right places.
Fuck. Otabek shook his head concentrating on the conversation again.
“We offer you our full manpower.” As the settlement looked far from closure, JJ had to push more. “The Altin clan will support you until our debts are repaid.”
Yuri scoffed, tilting his head at his side. “And what makes you think we'll allow a whole bunch of rivals in our home?”
“Not the whole clan then,” JJ corrected in a hurry. “But you'll have the benefit of our skilled men, such as me. I'm a sharp shooter-”
“Okay,” Yuri cut him off, stopping his bragging. His eyes were glinting, holding deep secrets.
Was that it? Was that all it needed to convince him to forget the eight million?
“Okay?” Even JJ looked stunned at the sudden agreement.
"Yes, I like your offer,” Yuri shrugged, drumming his fingers on the hardwood of the table in a casual gesture.
“That's great!” JJ chirped, still looking stunned by the easy way out. “I can start from today.”
“Not you, JJ.” Yuri’s word echoed in the room. There was a brief moment of silence before he pointed his slender finger right at Otabek’s face. “Him,” he breathed.
Otabek looked at him, meeting his gaze for the first time after five long years. It was sharp, gazing into his soul, his words sending a cold shudder down his spine.
“Hey, you can't ask for the leader's son,” someone complained in a low tone.
“Sure, I can,” Yuri retorted, his voice calm, calculated, eyes still locked with Otabek’s. “Maybe his father will be more motivated by his absence and return our debts early. What d’you say Altin?” he shot at Otabek, challenging him. “Are you in?”
Otabek felt at least a hundred pairs of eyes looking at him, waiting for his answer. Hoping against hope. His father’s lost face still etched in his memory. He knew his answer would change their fates. Allow them a chance to breathe again.
He also knew it'd take them ages to arrange the debt money.
“Yes, I'm in,” Otabek declared, not missing the way JJ relaxed at his side.
Yuri’s face broke into a smirk. Otabek searched, trying to find any trace of the angry boy he’d once known, whose upturned nose had crinkled when he beamed with a smile.
