dalliance ❥ victuuri

✿ - two

(victor's p.o.v)

as i slid the twenty dollar bill to the bartender, my eyes were glued to this boy i just met. it's weird really, i've never bought a drink for anyone. maybe considering the fact that i don't really tend to converse with anyone here.

usually when i do talk to people is it just to hook up with them. all i do is learn their name then take them straight to my house to fuck. it's not as bad as it seems. i usually only do it because it makes me feel less lonely then i really am. it makes me feel important for a while. funny considering that i am a mafia boss.

my thoughts were stopped as the drink i ordered for yuri had been done. i slid it to him, while locking onto his eyes.

yuri glanced to me, before taking the glass and placing his lips on it, to take a slip.

he looked at me with a bright smile.

"victor, what is this? it's so good!" he said now glupping down the drink in less then a second.

i chuckled a little at his behavior.

"it's wine, silly. have you ever had it?" i asked him,

"unfortunately no, but hey, now i have!" he said, now signalling the bartender over, while taking his wallet out to give a hundred dollar bill to them.

"give me as much wine this can afford."

i looked at yuri a little shocked.

"don't you think that's a little too much?" i said while tugging at his sleeve.

he chuckled. "don't worry about me, i can handle it. let's just talk!" he glued his eyes back to me.

this boy sent chills down my spine, i could feel something different about him. the way he talked, acted, everything.

it wasn't that i didn't like it, because i really did. every movement felt like a gift upon my eyes. something felt special about him.

yuri.

even his name was beautiful. i loved the way it rolled off my tongue as i spoke to him.

looking into his dark brown eyes, it was obvious to tell we were going to hook up tonight. however, i wanted it to be more then that.

i smirked at him as all the drinks he ordered came back. yuri's eyes shifted to the glasses, quickly pulling them all closer to him. he then grabbed one and took small slips before taking a huge glup not really caring at this point.

"so yuri." his eyes darted back at me. "i must ask, how old are you?"

"i'm twenty-four, you?" he put another glass against his lips.

"twenty-eight." i said adjusting the way i was facing him, that way i could stare at his face much easier.

studying his face, something seemed off to me. he's not russian, or anything even close to it. i took a close look at his face, to see every feature, to see how it suited his face perfectly, while parts of his black hair rested on his forehead and the side of his face. he looked asian, almost japanese.

shit. that could mean be might be a tourist and is just going site seeing...

it hurt me a little bit to maybe think that he was just a tourist, or just visiting. that maybe this could be the last time i see this beautiful boy.

if it is, i'll make this night something i will never forget.

that thought caused a smirk to form upon my lips.

yuri turned his eyes toward me, still making sure to sip his drink.

his brown eyes looked like dark chocolate that was melting into my heart.

"yuri." i let his name roll off my tougue with my russian accent.

he nodded his head.

"i was wondering, you don't look like you're from here. are you just visiting?"

yuri almost jumped out his seat when i asked. his hands began to shake as he put his glass down.

"n-no, i just moved here since my job relocated me h-here." yuri shuttlered through almost all of the sentence.

my eyes lit up as soon as i heard that. that meant we probably see each other more. maybe even become something more.

i'm sure the boys back home will love that i finally got myself a partner.

well. i have had many partners. mainly for the label.

but this one is different. i can feel it.

"where do you work, yuri?" i said to break the silence between us.

as i looked down to him, waiting for his response, i saw him simply starring at his, already, six empty glasses.

yuri began to hic every second or so, before he looked back at me, with his head slowly side to side.

"you know what victor?" he said, his voice sounding completely drunk. while also grabbing another glass, to only glup it down in less than a second.

"uh?"

yuri began to get out of his stool, slowly placing a single finger on my chest, and running it down my figure.

"let's test out your dance moves nikiforov." he now grabbed my arm with a strong force and pulled me out of my chair, crashing into his body, to only hug me.

"c'mon vitya let's dddance!!" he looked at me with puppy eyes, then without even my answer dragged me onto the dance floor.