Vikturi - OtaYuri (Short Stories)

Gone So Long

★ OtaYuri ☆
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Russian Tiger POV
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Me and The Hero of Kazakhstan had gotten very serious after the Grand Prix Finals. Since I've won gold, I was asked to go away for four years. I didn't want to leave the man of my dreams after we just had started dating. I had to leave my first love. I sat on my bed and laid back looking at a photo on my cell of me and him. Tears welded up in my eyes. 'How will I be able to tell him?' I thought to myself in hopes to receive some sort of answer. I exhaled and heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Yurochka." It was my grandpa. "You have a visitor. I'll be heading out for some time. I trust you to watch the place." In other words he wanted to give space. I stood when I heard his footsteps leave and another pair approached the door. I opened it and my green eyes met Otabek's. I froze in my place and he took off his scarf stepping into my room. I shut the door and watched him. "What are you doing here?" The Kazakhstani set his plush bear down on the bed and approached me. I backed up and the door was pressed against my back. "O-Otabek." A small smile crossed his lips upon hearing his name with my accent. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "It's been two weeks Yuri. Are you still nervous about this? I-I mean, we haven't even kissed yet." I looked down and bit my lip feeling my face getting red. "I....." I thought for a moment and grabbed onto his jacket pulling him down some. He was pretty shocked at my actions at that moment, he then took over. Our lips met a bit fiercely and his hands rested on the sides of my neck. My eyes closed once I was fully back into reality. It felt like a dream. I kissed back much to his surprise and he lifted me up so my legs can wrap around his waist. His hands moved to my hips and my arms snaked around his neck. Kissing him was lighting a fire in me that I didn't know I had. 'Is this how a first kiss feels?' I wondered and glided my fingers through his hair. We broke apart to breath and I knew for sure that my face was a total mess given it was probably red as hell. Otabek chuckled some and kissed me again moving from the door to the bed. We laid down not daring to let our lips part. Considering my age and his, he didn't really try to advance on me. Much to my disappointment. He did lay kisses along my jawline and neck, marking some parts with his teeth to show I was taken. It drove me crazy just feel his breath on my sensitive skin. I did everything I could to not make a sound. His lips pressed against mine again and I simply melted into him. I took off his jacket and tossed it aside. I was hoping he'd let it happen but I felt him pull back a bit. "We can't, Yuri." He whispered and I frowned, turning my head away. Otabek sighed and laid behind me with his arms locked around my waist. "Детка? Can I tell you something?" I felt him nod against my back and I swallowed hard, biting my lip. "I-I have to go away for four years to train in America." He sat up some and looked at me. "You're leaving?" I closed my eyes and nodded slowly. "What about us? You didn't accept it did you?" I froze at his words and tears started to slip down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Beka. I wanted to stay but it is a big opportunity for me. I don't want to leave you. Trust me I will never want that but.... I don't want you to miss me or waste your life waiting for me. Move on once I'm gone." "Котенок. You're talking nonsense. I'm not replacing you." Otabek's voice cracked some. I can tell he's trying not to show just how much his heart is breaking. Mine was already shattered. Even after our first kiss. I couldn't bare to look at him right now. I felt his weight leave the bed and the door open then close. I cried even harder and threw my stuffed cat at the wall
The next day came and I was on my way to the airport. Otabek wouldn't answer my calls or texts. I can tell he was most likely mad at me.
- Leaving America ~ 4 Years Later -
I had trained hard those four years and won four gold medals because of it. I was now 19 years old. Legal and free to do what I wish. I took a flight to Almaty, Kazakhstan. I figured he went back home. I took a cab to his home and walked up to his front door knocking softly. I didn't know if he even wanted to see me. We stopped talking after I left Russia. I gripped the handle on my suitcase tightly and heard the door unlock. Otabek must look different now. He is 22 now after all. The door opened and I tensed, biting my lip. My eyes laid on a figure and they widened. It was him. He still looked the same. His eyes met mine and then his arms were around me. "Yuri." He tightened his hold on me and I blushed, hugging back. "It's me, Beka." "Don't leave. Ever again. You're my tiger. All mine." Hearing him getting possessive was cute as hell. I went inside after we broke apart and noticed how clean his place was. He followed after shutting the door behind him. I sat my suitcase down and just looked around. "I like your place." He smiled and walked over to me, kissing me deeply. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around him. It was like that time in Russia, 4 years ago, on the bed with his weight on top of me. My legs around his waist. His lips caressing my skin. This time though.... Age didn't stop us. He took the advantage now and our clothes came off piece by piece. My first time with him did hurt a lot, but once I was comfortable, it was amazing. Morning came and the both of us were tangled in each other's arms. My fingers in Beka's hair. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at his sleeping face. It was handsome. Otabek was handsome. Everything about him was just perfect in my eyes. I moved my hands down to his shoulders, tracing patterns on his tanned skin. I felt something off and ran my fingers over what seemed like cat scratches. My face went a dark red instantly and I pulled away a little so I can turn over, my back to him now. Red marks coated my shoulders and neck, some on my side. I felt his warm, strong arms hold me close. My back was against his chest. The beating of his heart was very steady. It made me relax a ton and I closed my eyes to sleep again. "Yuri.. I love you. My tiger from Russia." I felt his whisper against the back of my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and made my heartbeat just go rampant. I couldn't respond for some time until my courage kicked in. "I love you too. My hero of Kazakhstan." His arms around me tightened and we slept in from such a night made of just pure love.

Never again will I leave.
I need him too much now and the thought of leaving just kills me. I can't do it. He's my Beka. My Otabek. My first of everything. Моя любовь. Я люблю тебя, Отабек.