Note: Just a little something I wrote for practice.

Bad Kitties Get Spanked

"I already told you! I'm not going anywhere with you two assholes!" Yuri could be heard shouting through the rink.

Otabek had been the last to finish changing in the locker room and he was wondering what all the yelling was about. Everyone had cleared out of the place besides Yuuri, Victor, Yuri and, of course, himself.

"Come on, Yurio," Victor cooed. "We know how your grandpa likes to spoil you and let you eat only your favorite things. Let us take you out for a nice, balanced meal."

"How many times do I have to say no?" Yuri asked.

"We'll even pay. You can bring Otabek," Yuuri said quietly as Otabek approached them.

"What's going on?" Otabek asked.

"These two morons wanna drag me to some restaurant where I'll have to watch them fondle each other," Yuri told the Kazakh skater.

Yuuri blushed and looked away.

"That only happened one time," Victor defended.

The little blond rolled his eyes. "Even if that were true—which it's NOT, because you do it every time we go out—I don't wanna risk being grossed out."

"Well, it sounds like a small price to pay for a nice meal with your friends," Otabek said.

Victor took Yuuri's hand and grinned. "He's so nice."

"Ugh! Not you too, Otabek! You're supposed to be on MY side," Yuri practically whined. "I'm not going and that's final." The little Russian folded his arms and began to pout.

Otabek sighed and quickly closed the distance between himself and the younger skater. He picked Yuri up like a sack of potatoes and put him over his shoulder, then he turned to Victor and Yuuri. "Thank you for the invitation. We'll gladly join you."

"Hey!" Yuri protested, flailing about in an attempt to escape.

"Wow. That's one way to get him to come with us. Nice work, Otabek," Victor cheered.

Yuuri face-palmed. "Why does this feel like a kidnapping?" he murmured.

"Put me down right now or I swear I'll never speak to you again!" Yuri yelled as he continued to thrash about on Otabek's shoulder.

As everyone was heading out of the rink Yuri went on kicking and making threats.

"If you don't stop moving around like that I'll end up dropping you and you'll get hurt," Otabek told Yuri, tightening his grip on the younger man.

"Then put me down and you won't drop me!" Yuri said, still trying to get away.

Without thinking, Otabek gave Yuri an open-palmed smack on the bottom. He was supposed to say something, but everything around them became too still, too quiet. The only sound around them was a small gasp from Yuri.

Even Victor and Yuuri had turned to see why all the noise had stopped.

"P-put me down," Yuri said almost pleadingly.

Otabek did as he was told and he watched as Yuri quickly shoved his hands into his pockets, his blond locks curtaining his face from prying eyes. He wasn't crying, was he? Otabek was sure he hadn't hit his friend very hard.

He could only watch as Yuri rushed past Victor and Yuuri toward Victor's car.

"What're we waiting for? Let's go," Yuri finally said.

Once everyone was in the car, Otabek glanced over at Yuri. The younger skater still had his hands in his pockets and he couldn't seem to sit still.

Note: Well, that came to an ambiguous and abrupt halt. Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think.