Seeking Eternity

If I Had You

Yuri Plisetsky was asking himself a lot of questions lately. Why, being the foremost in his mind.

At this current moment he found himself pondering exactly why he agreed to come to this place, meeting the very man who interrupted his feeding only a few nights before. Otabek simply refused to leave him alone and he couldn't deny the attraction he felt but this sort of thing was dangerous. You couldn't just admit to someone that you were a vampire and not expect repercussions. People generally thought you were weird or insane.

They weren't usually afraid anymore and the only ones who saw that as a problem were the ancient as hell vampire on the Council.

Despite his misgivings, here he was standing outside the hotel waiting for the first date he'd experienced in far too long. He usually found it less messy to simply give in to his desires when necessary and these clubs were the perfect outlet. Relationships were full of things that complicated his life and he hated things that complicated his life.

Why he was here waiting on something that probably would end up doing just that he did not know. Something about Otabek Altin redirected the storm inside him, not exactly calming it, just focusing it in different undefinable directions.

Victor left to continue his attempts at repairing the damage he himself created with Katsuki, tonight by talking to Yakov, the old vampire everyone in the club admired so much. He was the one whose advice Yuuri trusted beyond all others or so he was told. Katsuki himself provided Yuri with much to consider regarding his own existence.

Why did it have to be that pig who proved to be more sensible than his own sire? It would serve Victor right if Katsuki threw him away and laughed in his face, after all he'd accomplished what use was Victor to him now anyway? The bond tying sire and charge seemed barely intact for them and the sire they shared must feel that. Maybe with luck Yakov would do the honors.

When the motorcycle and its leather jacket clad rider appeared, the noise broke through his thoughts and he couldn't help feeling pleased at the way those deep coffee eyes regarded him as he came to a stop. For one odd moment he wondered if he could break that calm exterior of his and make him beg.

It was something to consider later.

"You showed."

"Why wouldn't I? Here," Otabek grabbed a spare helmet and tossed it to him. "were you waiting?"

Yuri bristled with irritation, like he'd waste time waiting. Certainly not on such an unimportant normal human.

"I just got tired of hearing Victor being an idiot. " the night air cooled him off, helped clear his head "Where are you taking me?"

"I thought a movie and I know a place where we can talk and no one will bother us. "

"Do we need to talk?"

"I would like to get to know you Yuri." he said "are you always this suspicious?"

Yuri put on the helmet and settled in behind the dark haired man, hands on the seat and not the operator of this bike.

"It's kept me around for enough time, so yeah."

"I take it you don't date very often either." Otabek shouted at him

"I don't usually need to." Yuri shouted a reply as they sped off on their way and immediately regretted his words.

Otabek may not remember their first meeting, but Yuri did. In the throes of bloodlust this calm, almost stoic man had captured his full attention and that never happened. And never was a very long time in his world. Curiosity had drawn him first and it was as good an excuse as anything to go along with wherever this might lead. It was knowing that this man existed that made it impossible for Yuri to resume his usual fun. He had to discover why.