Yuri on Ice Oneshots

Lies

"Otabek, just go!! I don't want you here!"

Yuri screamed and tossed over the coffee table, throwing a glass cup filled with water, some newspapers, and a vase filled with roses to the side wall. Otabek was frustrated and upset. What did he do so wrong? Why was his precious baby upsetting him? What did he do so wrong to make him so upset? Yuri threw a table lamp, nearing hitting the madman. Otabek was mad and desperate to keep the man he invested in for so long.

"Yuri, please, take me back. I'll do anything--"

"Oh, you'll do anything? Then get the FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING TO YOU!!"

"Baby--"

Yuri snapped. "Ohoho, don't DARE you 'baby' me, Otabek!! You disrespected me and my family for the last FUCKING TIME!! IT'S EITHER, YOU GET THE FUCK OUT AND WE'RE ENDING THIS BULLSHIT RELATIONSHIP OR I'M GOING TO END YOU."

"Yuri, please, just let me explain--"

"I just don't understand Otabek! Why on Earth did I not know the signs? You were just so kind and loving! All only for what!? Sex!? To have me be some submissive bitch that would follow your every command!?"

Otabek flinched.

"Yuri, stop. You're confusing yourself!"

In an attempt to calm Yuri down, Otabek inched closer to him. Yuri yelled and shattered a glass plate to the ground, pieces flying everywhere. Yuri was wearing his boots. Otabek was not. Although he did not wear his boots, he still tried to approach his Yuri. He tried his best to not step on glass. He did anyway. Yuri's back was turned from him. Yuri was sobbing, pounding his fists on the counter. Otabek wrapped his arms around him, laying his head on his shoulder. Yuri paused, unsure if this is truly a good gesture or simply another one of his bullshit acts.

"It's not to late."

Yuri shoved Otabek away, punching hard on his cheek. "Fuck you and your 'not too late'. Why the fuck do you hold yourself so highly? You think that being with you is so honorable? Well, guess what? Being with you was hell! I gave you so many FUCKING SECOND CHANCES. Every little fucking thing YOU did, I brushed it off and thought little of it. I accepted everything about you. Your eagerness, your horniness, your lust, your pervertedness, your body, your family, your everything! And what did you do!? You made me feel like I was the one that needed changing! Hell, you even grew bored of me once! Only when I changed into a 'more sexy' version of myself, you got interested in me again!"

Yuri started to sob even louder. He threw himself onto Otabek, pinning him against the wall. Yuri smirked and brought his face closer to Otabek's. Otabek frowned and blushed when Yuri brushed himself against his crotch.

"Isn't this what you wanted? For me to keep on being 'sexy'? Aren't you just SO turned on, right now!?"

Yuri banged himself roughly against Otabek, who gave out a whimper but a clear and loud moan. Yuri laughed pitifully, tears falling from his face. This disgusting view of Otabek getting turned on despite the way Yuri was feeling.

"God, Yuri, don't be so rough."

"Even after all this time, your number one priority is always pleasing yourself."

Yuri kneed Otabek's crotch softly, rubbing it. Moans spilled out of Otabek's mouth. Otabek couldn't help but not stop Yuri. He needed him to do this. He was so desperate for pleasure. He needed him to continue. His heart wasn't set on Yuri. It was set on himself and his own needs and pleasures.