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Yuri always loved the adrenalin. Even after years, it's not gotten old. They have. But their game hasn’t.
He's knocked against the threshold. Yuri bites into the scorching hot lips on his. They taste like blood and scotch and bad decisions, and maybe there's a lingering trace of smoke. It tastes like his next mistake and his last and like almost all in between.
A key in the lock. The front door opens.
Steps through the condo.
A plastic bag hitting the floor.
Silence.Then, Yuri groaning. He is smiling, but Yuri doesn't look at his partner, staring over his shoulder instead. Into his eyes. And ignores her. Why would he look at the bitch playing house with his man? She hasn't realized it yet, but she's already gone.
Yuri knows Otabek.
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Or: They are in love but would rather hurt each other in an insane game of possessive craze than actually admit it.
