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"Ты покойник, Юрий!" (You're a dead man, Yuri!) Vladimir shouted until the veins bulged in his neck. He struggled against the ropes tightly wound around his arms and torso. He was bound at the ankles too but that didn't stop him from angrily thrashing.
"Я доверял тебе, гребаный ублюдок!" (I trusted you, you fucking bastard!)
"Whoa, steady now, Vladimir. That's no way to talk to the man who saved your arse from us." Price spoke with a cigar in hand.
Vladimir spat in Price's direction and began to calm down.
"We were planning to corner and shoot you like the rabid dog you are, but Yuri... he came up with another plan. He made me realize just how valuable you are right now." Price continued before placing his cigar between his teeth.
"Володя, тебе нужно сотрудничать. Нам нужно знать, кто финансирует твою." (Volodya, you need to cooperate. We need to know who is funding your campaign) Yuri spoke as calmly as he could.
"Get fucked, Yuri. You are a bitch to the West now." Vladimir glared daggers at Yuri and scowled.
"Listen to me." Yuri got down on one knee in front of Vladimir and Vladimir snarled when Yuri placed his hand on his knee. "If you cooperate I can try to get them to spare your life."
"Ignorant welp, don't you realize that I would rather die a HUNDRED deaths before betraying my true calling." Vladimir spoke to him with such menace.
"Пожалуйста." (please) Yuri tried to reason with the mad man.
Vladimir drew in a deep breath, feeling just how much the ropes were compressing his chest and he sighed. "You are dead to me."
"Volkov, don't bother." Soap told Yuri as he walked over and placed his hand on Yuri's shoulder.
For some secret reason, Vladimir's eyes burned with rage as he saw Soap touch Yuri. Unfortunately for Vladimir, Soap noticed the reaction and smirked smugly at him.
"Ye don't like me touchin him do ye?" He gave the back of Yuri's neck a playful squeeze.
"Soap... let's not." Price advised.
Yuri shook his head lightly as he looked up at Soap, discouraging him as well. Soap chuckled a little and walked around Vladimir a few times before standing behind him and talking close to his ear. "Yuri really is something ...special isn't he?"
Vladimir flinched away with a frown. "It means nothing to me what he is to you."
"Really?" Soap straightened his back and as Yuri stood up, he went over and tossed his arm around Yuri's shoulders.
"Ye' fucked up, Makarov, now ye lost it all... even this bonnie bloke." Soap patted Yuri on the chest gently.
Soap, Price and Yuri all saw Vladimir shift uneasy in the chair, his lips drawn together tightly, pulling the scar out of line. They knew Vladimir was jealous.
"Give him the shot." Price nodded at Soap and Soap pulled a sealed syringe and a small vial out of his vest pouch.
"Не подходи, гребаная свинья." (Stay back you fucking pig!) Vladimir shouted and tried to lean out of Soap's reach, but it was futile.
After Soap poked him hard with the needle and injected him, Vladimir laughed. "You couldn't take ten minutes of me could you... pussy!"
Soap messed Vladimir's hair up with one gloved hand. "This'll be good fun." Soap told him with a sly little smile as he went over and dropped his arm around Yuri's shoulders again.
Yuri gave him a confused look each time, but he didn't mind, he knew what Soap was doing and it was amusing. He knew there was no way that Vladimir Makarov was actually jealous. Or was he?
"Now we wait gentlemen." Price folded his arms and puffed on his cigar. "Too bad I didn't invite the others for this."
After several minutes of silence, Vladimir looked at Yuri. "See Yura... you couldn't save me in the end." He spoke as his eyelids grew heavy.
He began to feel very tired and a little dizzy, he was waiting for the paralysis to kick in from the pancuronium bromide but instead he just felt drunk as hell. "Что ты мне дал, Мактавиш?" (What did you give me, MacTavish?) He asked in a very calm and hushed voice.
Yuri pulled up a chair and sat with his knees brushing against Vladimir's and Vladimir's blue and green eyes widened for a moment and then slowly started to shut a little. "Talk to me, Volodya." Yuri gently placed his hand on Vladimir's knee once again.
The scarred corner of Vladimir's lips curled a little. "Я всегда это знал, Юра." (I always knew it, Yura)
"What did you know?" Yuri asked with his brows raised in concern and anticipation.
"Ты ничего не можешь с собой поделать." (You can't help yourself) The menacing edge returned to his otherwise calm voice.
"What did I do?" Yuri asked him. He wanted to be sure that Vladimir wasn't delirious, because if he was, the intel would be worthless.
"I know you love me, дорогой (sweetheart) so I will tell you a few things." Vladimir locked eyes with Yuri.
"N- no Vladimir, I... that isn't what I want to discuss with you." Yuri gracefully dodged it all while keeping Vladimir engaged.
"I'm not afraid to admit it though."
Soap and Price's eyes widened and Price practically dropped the cigar from his mouth. Vladimir was going to confess something and no one was ready for what was to come.
"You are the only good in my life... the light that I carry with me to pretend I am still a son of God." Vladimir maintained such unwavering eye contact with Yuri that Yuri started to feel a prickle of perspiration on the back of his neck.
Vladimir leaned forward as much as he could, the ropes cutting into him through his tattered suit. "God has forsaken me long ago, but you... I never thought you would."
Yuri felt as if his heart was getting physically squeezed within his chest cavity. He was suddenly just as helpless as Vladimir.
"Vova, let's move on so I can ask you a few questions." Yuri told Vladimir.
"You can ask me anything, beloved." Vladimir sat back in the chair with a faint smile on his weathered face.
Yuri looked over at Soap. "I think you gave him too much."
"No, I actually didn't even administer the full amount. What he's sayin', it's all true." Soap replied.
"Well I'll be." Price said.
Yuri went to ask about his weapons dealer. "Who is your weapon supp-"
Vladimir cut him off, now with a dreamy look in his usually chaotic and angry eyes. Yuri moved back a little, it was startling to see Vladimir looking amorous after only seeing anger, disapproval or disdain on his face.
"Я тебя обожаю." (I adore you) He told Yuri.
"What the fuck did he say?" Price asked, keeping his distance.
"He, ah... he said he's thinking." Yuri swallowed hard.
"I didn't hear the word 'thinking' in that response, lad. Is he fuckin' with us?" Price asked.
"No, he's actually being brutally honest." Yuri avoided Vladimir's gaze. It had a powerful hold over him, just like Vladimir's determined or inspired look.
"Я хочу обнять тебя, Юра." (I want to hold you, Yura)
Yuri jumped to his feet, "Johnathan, are you sure you didn't give him heroine or something?" He asked, looking back and forth from Vladimir to Soap.
"I didn't fuck it up, Volkov. Relax. Why, what is he saying?" Soap asked as he stepped close to Yuri.
"I love Yuri and you keep your FUCKING hooks off him!" Vladimir shouted.
He was still there, that much was certain, but he was drifting in and out of his aggressive side.
"Yea... it's workin." Price chuckled.
"How is this funny? How do I know if he is telling the truth??" Yuri asked.
"Remember when I slipped in the shower and accidentally grabbed you by the ass?" Vladimir asked, now with a mildly drunken look in his eyes.
Yuri blushed hard even without knowing what was going to be said next. "Не случайность." (not an accident) Vladimir admitted.
"Vova, that was twelve years ago." Yuri tried to play it off.
"The time we drank together and you asked me if I ever kissed anyone before, so I-"
"Enough!" Yuri raised his hand. "Captain. Soap... can you leave us? I think you might be distracting him.
"Don't let him get to you, Volkov." Price told Yuri and the two men of 141 reluctantly locked the two former best friends in the room together.
Yuri settled back in his seat and Vladimir gave him an adoring look, "Why don't you touch my leg again, sweetheart?"
Yuri's face grew hot. This couldn't be real. Vladimir was pushing the right buttons and Yuri hated it.
"You liked that kiss didn't you? Please tell me you did."
"Enough! This is madness. Vova... I never imagined you stooping this low just to gain a little control."
"Почему ты такой подлый?" (Why are you being so mean?) Vladimir asked.
Yuri looked at him and then gently raked his fingers through Vladimir's hair, fixing it back into it's usual state of chaos. He felt Vladimir's soft gaze on him as he reached over and got him sorted out.
"Please... don't look at me like that." Yuri practically whispered.
"Почему нет?" (Why not?) Vladimir asked with a playful smirk on his face.
"Because." Yuri leaned in close, touching noses with Vladimir. "Because it makes me want to kiss you."
"Что тебя останавливает, волчонок?" (What's stopping you, little wolf) It was the moniker he gave Yuri after they completed their first mission and Yuri was the MVP so-to-speak.
Yuri snapped back to reality; this was Vladimir, his scent, his face, his voice, he was all there, but he was shamelessly confessing the love he had been hiding so well for so long. Yuri realized that he, himself, felt far more than a fraternal bond with Vladimir but never said anything. He went for it. He pressed his lips to Vladimir's, shutting his eyes tightly as he cradled the sides of Vladimir's gaunt face in his hands. By the time the passionate kiss ended, they were both panting a little. Yuri was waiting for some type of mockery or for Vladimir to break the act and shout at him but none of that happened.
"Volodya, please tell the information I need so I can... take you home with me." Yuri told him as he stroked his thighs a little.
Vladimir looked down for a moment, defeat in his posture. "Yes, I will tell you what you want to know."