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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      otayuri, Otabek_Altin_x_Yuri_Plisetsky_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, otabek_altin_x_yuri_plisetsky, Yuri_Katsuki
      x_Viktor_Nikorov
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      heat_-_Freeform, Mating_Cycles/First_Heat, ill_add_tags_as_i_go, phantom
      orgasm, Underage_Yuri, 16_year_old_Yuri, 18_year_old_Otabek, Omega_Yuri
      Plisetsky
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      Published: 2017-05-09 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 4654
****** Heat of the Moment ******
by Larithia13
Summary
     Yuri's 16th birthday is coming soon.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
He had done extensive research, constantly looking through books, websites, and
magazines that were all about alphas, betas, and omegas. He was terrified of
that word, omega, and It was something that he had never thought of before, it
never crossed his mind. Yuri Plizetzky always thought he was going to be an
Alpha. There was no doubt about it. He was demanding, yes. He was commanding,
attentive, always grabbing attention in every room he walked in, every rink of
ice he skated on. He was bossy, and he was a little rude. He smiled at that,
people had always told him he was mean, but he just told people that was how
the world worked, how HE worked. You can't live in a world like that one and
not be a little rude, be a little mean. People would step all over you. His
heart dropped. He would be scorned, made fun of. He would be something to look
at, an attraction, a freak. He would be a novelty, something rare and precious,
like a renewable resource. He stood up, he couldn't stand sitting at his desk,
looking at the computer screen anymore. He had five days. Five days till he
turned 16. He was worried, would he go through a change at all? Would he feel
it? Would it be in public when he found out? Would he be in the safety of his
own home? He tried to hole himself up for the week, talking to Yakov, insisting
that he needed the time off. But Yakov denied his request, simply stating that
he wouldn't have any of it, and if he truly wanted to compete in the Grand Prix
finals and win, he would have to practice till his feet bled. After being
beaten out by that raven haired pig, he had to practice more. He had to become
better, he had to be first.
And then there was his friend, Otabek. They met last year at the Grand Prix
finals, fortunate timing saving him from a crowd of squealing fan girls. He
already knew that he was an alpha, he could just tell. He could feel it. Otabek
was someone who was to be respected, someone who could command a room just by
appearing, not just bring attention to himself. He entered and the room
listened. He wanted to be like that, he want to stand next to him, command the
power and demand the respect like Otabek did.
He looked out the window at the scenery of Japan. It was beautiful, but he
wouldn't let himself get inside of his own head. He couldn't. He'd make himself
sick, like always. Yuri pushed his blonde hair out of his face. He needed to
cool down before he gave himself an anxiety attack, something that was much
more common than he would have liked. He could feel the rage building in his
chest, like a fire that burned slow but hot. He turned to face the bedroom
door, grabbing his cellphone before walking outside. He needed to skate.
***** Day 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Never in his life had he not wanted a birthday. He had friends who hit puberty
when they were younger, finding out their order in the pecking line early
enough to begin their suppressants, to hide their smells, their heat. But his
parents had both gone in to late puberty, his mother an omega, at 17, his
father, an Alpha, at 16. They had warned him of this, but he had been so
distracted by skating his birthday came upon him much quicker than he
anticipated.
Yuri awoke in a panic, his hair covered in sweat, sticking across his forehead
in mismatched ways. He clutched tightly on to his small tiger plushie, a gift
dropped from one of his fans at last seasons GPF. He checked his alarm clock.
He had one more day. One more day till he turned 16. He lie back down, burying
his face in the covers. It almost felt like a relief, he could skate again
today, hopefully taking his mind off of his thoughts, off of his fear.
He forced himself out of bed, changing in to one of his training outfits. This
one had reds and oranges and blues. Confident colors. He brushed his hair back,
pinning his bangs to one side, out of his face, before standing in front of the
mirror. "Confident. Alpha. Confidence. Alpha." And he left, skating till he
couldn't skate anymore.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the short chapters! I just really needed to get this story
     out to help improve my productivity. Please enjoy :)
     Not Beta'd.
***** Day 3: Yuri's Birthdag *****
Chapter Summary
     It's finally Yuri's Birthday
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yuri showed up at the ice rink early, manned with his "don't give a shit"
attitude, though internally he felt sick. But nothing felt different. He woke
up fairly rested, though his body ached from his attempted triple the day
before. He was hopeful. A lack of reaction, a lack of feeling, was good. He
hoped it meant it wouldn't come today. That he could prepare for it. That it
would be slow. The blond male pushed the doors to the rink open, only to be
surprised by Yakov and a few other skaters he recognized. Phichit, Chris, even
Yuuri and Viktor were all standing in the lobby, welcoming Yuri.
"Happy birthday, Yurio!" Viktor spoke to the Russian, holding out a gift bag
adorned with ribbon and a cat on the front.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?! I've got training to do."
"It's your 16th birthday, Yurio! You don't wanna miss out!" Viktor smiled as
Yuuri handed him another gift, which Yuri took begrudgingly. He did want to
miss out. To come out when he was sure of how he would develop.
"I'm going to the ice. Watch, if you want, I don't care. Just stay out of my
way." He dropped the gift bags with his duffle before pushing off on to the
ice. It was a lap or two when he noticed someone else had arrived. Yuri hadn't
developed his ability to detect others scents yet, but he could feel Otabeks
presence. His heart skipped a beat when he made eye contact with the male, as
he made laps around the ice. He shook it off, pushing faster around the ice.
That's when it happened. He had just finished a step sequence he had been
working on, when the heat rose through him like lightning. His abdomen felt
like he had been sliced with a shashka(a Russian saber-like weapon). Yuri felt
his stomach drop, not only because of his realization, but because of the
physical change that was happening. The pain was unreal, dropping him to the
ground, down on to the ice. It felt cool against his burning skin, and he
thought for a moment to lie on the ice. He was hit with all sorts of
stimulation all at once, the smells, the connections, the realization. He could
smell Yuri and Viktor, the word bonded burning through his brain. He could
smell Phichit, it was faint; beta. Chris, sweet, but sickening; omega. And that
was when it hit him. Otabek. Alpha. His smell was intoxicating, and it sent a
shiver through Yuri's spine. It made him feel something he'd never felt before.
The pheromones were so strong. The other male was starting his rut, and was
releasing (though controlled, and slowly) a powerful signal. The blonds body
reacted violently, his hips almost rocking in to the ice. He let out a small
moan, the pain that was running though him unbearable, but the scent sending
shots of desire. Impossible thoughts were beginning to run through his mind,
dirty thoughts that made him blush red. I need him. He tried to stand up, get
off the ice, hide from everyone. Hope no one noticed.
People noticed. It was Otabek who ran to him first. "Yuri! Are you alright? Are
you hurt?"
"GET AWAY." Yuri called out, clutching his stomach. The closer the other male
got, the more Yuri felt like...pouncing on him. Tearing off his clothes and
letting him take advantage of the blonde. To do such lewd things...
Otabek finally reached him, and he could smell Yuri's first heat. An omega. He
could smell it when Yuri walked out on the ice and began to skate. It was
alluring, strong, commanding. Pay attention to me. It called out. Otabek was
good at controlling his desires, but the closer he got to the boy on the ice,
the stronger the smell became, and the weaker his reserve.
"Let's get you out of here. Away from people. Is this your first heat?" Yuri
looked at him.
"Heat? What are you? NO. NO. I refuse to believe it. No. this can't be
happening." He kept repeating the words as the pain increased, as well as the
urge to touch himself. The closer Otabek became, the more Yuri began to squirm.
He felt hot, and gross, slick beginning to run between his thighs and on to the
ice. He whimpered, wanting to be touched, but wanting to hide away.
Otabek lifted Yuri off the ice, carrying him towards the exit, off to the hotel
Yuri was staying at across the street. Otabeks touch sent heat through Yuri
again, this time being picked up by Yuri's hardening member. He whimpered,
wanting to be set down, but also wanting to be wrapped in that scent forever.
"I'm..." he began to speak, but the crowd that had gathered was loud, and it
made Yuri involuntarily bury his head in the others shoulder.
"What's happening?" "Is he hurt?" "What's going on?" The sounds kept growing,
as well as the worry, the anxiety and the frustrated scents that came from
everyone in the room. It was so much, Yuri felt overwhelmed. Otabek was finally
able to get out of the rink, but not before shooting Yakov and the crew a look.
"I've got this." It read.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the short chapters. More coming soon!
     Not beta'd
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
I'm scared." Yuri finally admitted as the fog of his first heat began to set
in. They managed to make it to the hotel room, Otabek setting him down on the
bed.
"It'll be alright, Yuri. I'll help you through this. It'll all be okay." Otabek
spoke softly, gently running a hand through the boys blonde hair. It was much
softer than he expected, Thinking Yuri's hard exterior would also manifest
itself in his hair. Yuri began to squirm again as the heat pulsated through his
body. Every inch of him wanted to be touched, to be filled, to be bred. He
buried his face in his pillow. Why was he thinking this? Why him? Why now?
"I won't touch you, Yuri. You can get through this. I'm right here." Otabek
touched Yuri's hand, only as a sign of reassurance as the other male whimpered,
his eyes beginning to tear up at the pressure that was building inside of him.
It was as if you could see the fog in Yuri's eyes, the glassy look taking over
his entire body. His body began to buckle and writhe. He didn't know what to
do, his body screamed at him to touch himself, and finally, his mind agreed. It
was as if the other body wasn't there, just the scent that enveloped his hand
as he pushed the black tights off of his lower body. He hissed as the cold air
met the slick that had pooled in his boxers and around him. He grabbed hold of
the base of his cock, letting out an almost feral moan as a shot of pleasure
was sent through him. He began pumping his length, the motion sending pleasure
through every nerve. But it wasn't enough. He looked over at the strong alpha
force next to him, whimpering for him to touch him, to fuck him, releasing his
seed, filling him. But Otabek wouldn't touch him, Yuri had to go through this
by himself. A reliant omega was dangerous, he had to do this on his own.
Unsatisfied, Yuri's fingers began to explore his body before finding his
entrance, wet with first-heat slick. He pressed gently, easing his finger in.
He winced with pain that turned into pleasure, a finger almost enough to make
him cum. He began to move it slowly, a mewling moan escaping from his lips. He
really is just like a cat. Otabek smiled, still holding Yuri's forearm, sending
calming energy and pheromones.
It didn't take much more to make Yuri spill his load, fitting his index finger
as far as it would go, hitting his sweet spot enough that it only took a few
more pumps to send that milky white substance across his chest. He was panting
heavily, the release sweet, but soon back again.
His eyes began to get heavy as the stress of the days events came flooding back
to him, his vision going white.
Chapter End Notes
     More to come :)
     Not beta'd
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yuri awoke about a half hour later, the sheets he was sleeping on clean, a
white tshirt and new boxers on his body. He sat up, looking around the room.
Otabek wasn't there, and it made Yuri want to cry. Tears began to spill out of
his eyes, but it was anger that escaped from his mouth.
"I should have known! that good for nothing 'mother' of mine." He slammed his
fist in to the duvet, tears streaming down his face. "To hell with this. I'll
MAKE myself refuse. I have to, I have to. I can't win like this.. It's not
possible." He kept babbling, incoherent sounds escaping from his lips as he
buried his face in the clean pillow.
Yurio let out a grunt that sounded more like a sound of exacerbation when he
felt warmth build up in his torso again. He gripped tightly against the sheets
as he felt the erection build up in his boxers. He whimpered, the pressure
building, painful. "Must..fight." He kept his hands elevated over his head,
away from his thighs, from his chest. How he wanted to rub them across his
body, how he wished they were Otabek's... His brain paused, his fully erect
cock now twitching at the name. Where was he? He was there, then he left? The
blond let out another sound, this one more like a cry. It's his fault. His /
body's/ fault. Had he managed to scare off the only person he actually cared
about? the only person he could even stand being around for an entire day.
Yurio's hips bucked for touch as the pressure continued to build. He thought of
Otabek dragging his fingers over Yuri's skin, stoping to take little nips with
his warm mouth. Yurio cried out again, pre-cum building up at his tip. He had
to think of something else, he had to move on. The thought of Otabek touching
him felt enough to make him cum.
"Otabek..." He mumbled as the pressure continued to build. "Otabek...I need
you. I'm sorry. I need you to touch me, to release me!" His brain went against
his will, images of Otabek touching him, stroking him, gripping hold of his
member and stroking it steadily filling his brain. Mind-Otabek's lips touched
the head of Yuri's erection, a small string of pre and saliva pulling back as
Mind-Otabek looked up at the blond underneath him. This image in Yuri's head
was enough to send him over the edge, hot, white cum spilling out on to Yuri's
clean chest. Otabek's name was on his tongue as tears spilled from his eyes.
The pressure had finally released, making him sleepy again. He closed his eyes,
Mind-Otabek the last thing he saw before going black once again.
---------------
Otabek was outside the door, his back against the wall, his knees pulled up to
his chest. He had his chin rested on his knees, his black under cut falling in
his face. His heart was racing, his eyes closed trying to remain calm. He
needed to go, he could feel the rut, but he didn't want to leave Yuri in such a
vulnerable state. He was so conflicted, his body reacting so strongly to Yuri's
smells, but he respected the boy more than his sexual desires. He smiled,
remembering the blond's little sounds as he begged to be touched. Otabek wasn't
surprised that Yuri ended up being an omega. It was only natural for someone as
cute as him...
Otabek's stomach jumped as he /felt/ Yuri wake up. It would be soon when the
blond's heat raged through him again. He wondered if he should go in to the
room, or if he should go away. He could hear Yuri calling his name through the
wall, and it sent a trigger through his body. Otabek decided to stay. He could
feel Yuri project out towards him, even though he couldn't /see/ him. The dark
haired male sent images out to the Russian. they started out more calming, but
as the heat rose through Yuri, so did it through Otabek. He looked both ways
down the hallway before slipping a hand down past his belt. 'Aahh' he moaned
quietly, the sensation tingly and satisfying, his burning erection going down
forcefully after Yuri's first wave. He pumped himself slowly, cautiously,
pleasure rising through his belly. He sent an image to Yuri, touching him,
caressing him, giving him what he needed. Otabek could feel that he was already
close, the lack of release previously building quickly, and his rut
accentuating every little feeling. He listened behind him, his ear pressed
against the crack in the door, listening to the other skaters sounds, the
mewling and whimpering as he resisted touching himself. Otabek could feel that
much, the pleasure that he was denying himself only giving more to the man
outside the door. They released at the same time, Otabek moaning in to his
leather jacket as he came into his hand, catching all of it in the palm. He
panted heavily, looking back down the long corridor. Still empty. He stood up
as he felt the other drift back off to sleep. He needed to find a bathroom in
which to clean himself up. He didn't want Yuri to wait too long for him.
Chapter End Notes
     Not beta'd
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The sound of the hotel room door opening made Yuri open his eyes. Blurry vision
greeted him, along with a dark shadow that skirted cross his eyes. "O..Otabek?"
Yuri called out, wiping away the sleep and tears that had built up in the
corners. He felt the bed depress, a warm hand coming to meet his face. The
touch was electric, sending a wave of calming energy through him.
"I'm here, Yuri." Otabek pushed his hand back around his jaw, rubbing it gently
with his pointer and middle finger.
"I thought you left, I thought I..." more tears had began to form, a
combination of exhaustion and joy that Otabek was with him again.
"I'm here, Менің Котенок. I won't leave again." Yuri grabbed hold of Otabek's
leather jacket, clutching it tightly. He could hear the other male's heartbeat,
the rhythmic beating calming.
He felt like he could have gone back to sleep, but he could also feel the heat
rising in him again. He whimpered, burying his face farther in to Otabek's
jacket. "I need you tell me, Yuri. While you're still clear-minded. Do you want
me you touch you? I can help you, Yuri. But I need you to tell me first. My
body is ready to rut. Once I start I might not be able to stop. Yuri..." He
pulled the blonds hair out from underneath of his jacket. "I want to help you,
Yuri. But I need you to tell me what you want. I can't control myself around
you, Менің Котенок." He looked in to the blonds eyes, and he could see drops of
tears forming in them, but he couldn't pick up on the specific emotion, as so
many were going through the boy beneath of him. Otabek had admired him for so
long, wanting to skate just like him, his flexibility incredible, his speed and
agility mesmerizing on the ice. He would never forget the day they officially
met, that fateful day when Otabek had been driving around on his bike...
His thoughts were disrupted when he heard Yuri speak. "Be...be gentle." He
spoke, a rose blush forming across his pale face. "I've never done anything
like this before. I'm so scared, Beka." Yuri's eyes widened at the accidental
nickname, causing him to bury is face back in to the mans chest again. Otabeks
heart skipped a beat at the nickname, to see Yuri in such a vulnerable state,
it was almost a treat.
"It's okay, Yuri. I'm here. I've got you."
* Менің Котенок = My kitten
Chapter End Notes
     Not beta'd
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The fog was setting in behind Yuri's eyes, warmth radiating from his abdomen in
to his chest. He let out a small moan as the pressure began to build, closing
his eyes tightly, remaining in Otabek's embrace. Yuri's body was exhausted, and
it was getting late. He wanted to go to sleep, to forget about that day and
move on, but the heat wouldn't let him. It would fester within him, orgasm
after orgasm, preparing his body to be used, to be bred, to be filled with the
seed of an alpha. And when nothing happened, only the release of the omegas
tension, would it stop. Until the next month, when the omega's heat raged forth
again.
Otabek ran a hand through yuri's hair, brushing it out of his face. His
forehead was warm, and he knew that it would be soon. Yuri suddenly bucked
underneath Otabek's hand, and he knew that it was back.
Yuri let out a pathetic mewl as the heat arose through him once more. He could
feel an erection pressing against him again, painful and tight. It only seemed
to be worse, in Otabek's arms. The sparks that were flying in to him from the
dark male hot and intense. the fog had taken him over as he pushed off Otabek,
readjusting so the dark haired males knee was between his legs. Yuri rolled his
hips against the others shin, pressing his pelvis up against the jeaned leg.
That brought a moan across yuri's lips, small but erotic. He rolled his hips
again, that time mumbling Otabek's name. "Otabek. I want you to make me feel
good." A hand went to his own chest, exploring every muscle as he made his way
to the hardened peaks that hid underneath his shirt. "Aah!" He tossed his head
back as his tongue hung slightly out of his mouth. He played with his own
hardened nipple, twisting it between his fingers as he gyrated against Otabek's
leg.
Otabek could feel the erection building in his own pants, but he wasn't ready
to lose control, not yet. He moved his leg, pulling it away from the blond. He
tucked them behind him, resting himself on his hands. He laid Yuri back down on
the bed, eying the hardened member pressed up against the others boxers. "Let
me know if you want me to stop, Yuri." He slipped his fingers in to the band of
the boxers, slipping them around Yuri's ankles and off to the floor. Yuri
hissed as the cold air of the hotel room meet the slick that had built up.
Otabek took his right hand, tucking it under Yuri's hip, bringing it forward as
he brought his head down. The other males breath against the tip of the blond's
penis send a shiver through his spine, moaning quietly as he brought his own
hips closer to Otabek's mouth. Otabek took this as a sign to continue and
wrapped his lips around the head of tip of Yuri's erection. The Russian let out
a loud moan as Otabek's mouth took him in in his entirety, wrapping his tongue
around his wet shaft. Yuri, not used to the stimulation, thrust involuntarily
into Otabek's mouth, pushing himself deeper into his throat. That didn't phase
Otabek, however, taking the thrust as an opportunity to deep throat him
farther. Yuri let out another loud moan as his hands went to the black undercut
that he loved so much. He tugged and pulled with the motion of Otabek's mouth,
sending him farther off the edge.
"O..Otabek! Be..beka!" He called out again when Otabek removed his mouth
briefly, his left hand moving towards Yuri's mouth. They brushed his lips
gently, slowly making their way into the mouth they teased. Yuri sucked them
hastily, the taste of Otabek sweeter than he thought. Once Otabek deemed them
wet enough, he removed them, returning his mouth to Yuri's penis. It wasn't as
if Otabek needed to wet his fingers, Yuri was producing so much slick that it
was beginning to soak down into the bed sheets, but it was the thought, the
motion that counted.
Yuri inhaled sharply as Otabek inserted a finger in to Yuri's puckered hole,
stretching him slowly. "Shhh, it's alright Менің Котенок." He massaged gently
before adding one more, then another. He took his three fingers, moving them in
and out, stretching and pleasuring at the same time.
Yuri was so hot, his body felt like it was on fire as Otabek fingered him,
almost becoming too much as his tongue also explored what seems like every inch
of his cock. He could feel that familiar fire burning now in his torso. He was
getting close. "Beka, I'm, I'm gonna!" Otabek pushed himself deep on to Yuri's
dick as the blond came, swallowing every last bit. Yuri let out a loud moan,
shaking as he came in to the others mouth, shooting his load into the back of
his throat. Red rushed across his face in a feverous blush,. "I'm I'm sorry. I
should have, I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Otabek had removed himself completely, the
small moans Yuri let out cut off at their lips being mashed together. It was a
different kind of passion that they both felt, a passion driven not by a
biological force but a psychological one. Both pairs of hands met both scalps,
both running their hands through the others hair. Otabek let out a deep growl,
bitting on Yuri's bottom lip. He pulled back resting his forehead on Yuri's,
their swollen lips parted by heavy breaths.
Yuri looked in to the golden brown eyes that stared back at him. "Stay with
me."
Chapter End Notes
     Not beta'D
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
And Otabek did. He stayed the entire time, a full week. He took care of Yuri,
cleaning up after him, making sure he got enough fluids, and easing Yuri
through his many, many heats. Otabek brushed a hand through blond hair, the
sleeping male beneath him breathing slowly, having finally dozed off after
their last "session". They had gone through so much already, and Otabek learned
so much about his new partner. They talked about family, friends, ambitions. It
was in between moments when they had conversations. Yuri's resolve just as
strong as ever until the heat hit him again, changing him, morphing him in to a
textbook omega. But Otabek could still see Yuri in that vulnerable state. His
eyes, still like a soldier's when Otabek pressed his fingers in to the other,
or took him passionately in his mouth. They had done almost anything, aside
from sex. Yuri had explicitly expressed that he wasn't ready yet, and Otabek
obliged, though the more time he spent with him, the stronger his own rut
feelings became. He had left the room twice, calming himself with a walk down
the hallway, placing himself back in control, not letting his desires get a
hold of him. That's what differentiated a rut and a heat. You can't avoid a
heat. It comes and it stays, a full week of painful erections and
uncontrollable desires. Ruts were similar, but they could be controlled, if you
were tough enough, if you cared enough. Otabek looked down at the sleeping
beauty that lie before him, his chest rising and falling slowly as he dreamt.
Yuri would let him know when he was ready.
Chapter End Notes
     Not beta'd
     Thanks for sticking with it, guys! I've wanted to get this fic out
     for a long time. I've been working on it for quite some time, and I
     needed to share it!! I should be posting another chapter soon. I need
     inspiration!!
End Notes
     Not beta'd. :)
     Sorry for the short chapters! I just really needed to get this story
     out to help improve my productivity. Please enjoy :)
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