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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov_&_Yuri
      Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri
      Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov, Otabek_Altin, Katsuki_Yuuri, Yakov
      Feltsman
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      Teen_Pregnancy, Underage_Sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mpreg,
      Miscarriage, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Mating, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut,
      Omega_Verse, Frottage, Slow_Burn, Loss_of_Virginity, Bodily_Fluids, Dark!
      Victor, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Knotting, Implied/
      Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Humiliation, Bonding, Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-
      con_Elements, First_Time, Nesting, Self-Lubrication, Scent_Marking,
      Marking, Violence, Graphic_Description, Blood_and_Violence, Blood_and
      Injury
  Series:
      Part 1 of Yuri_on_Ice_Omegaverse
  Collections:
      Yuri_on_Ice
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-22 Updated: 2017-11-30 Chapters: 31/? Words: 51774
****** No Man's Land ******
by DomesticProwess
Summary
     Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events
     in Yuri Plisetsky's life. As he struggles to move forward with his
     relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself
     and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on
     life after the Grand Prix Finals.
***** Nightmares *****
Chapter Summary
     A rough beginning...
October 11th, 2012
Scheherazade, Op.35 Movement 2 - The Tale of the Kalandar Prince
Yakov had decided the younger students would perform classic Russian pieces
this year for competition season, and Victor thought the selection of the
Kalandar Prince for Yuri’s free skate was perfect. The piece was elaborate and
ornate, and had a softness that pushed the young skater out of his comfort
zone. From the beginning Yuri had always been hard edges and staccato
movements, and this had given him the chance to surprise everyone. Yuri was
going to dominate his age division this year and Victor loved seeing his
frustration, knowing it would fuel him to aim higher. He would get the gold for
sure.
They had been working for over three months now and with the first competitions
less than two weeks away, Yakov had requested Victor work one on one with Yuri
on Sundays for extra practice.
The beauty of the arrangement was having no effect on Yuri’s performance today.
His lines were weak, movements erratic as he stopped and started on the ice.
Victor mirrored the moves with more enthusiasm as his patience with the eleven-
year-old grew thin. This would have been a routine that Victor would have
gladly done at Yuri’s age.
“Let’s start again…”
Victor skated backwards and smiled as Yuri huffed his way back to the center of
the ice. Blond strands were escaping from the small bun at the nape of neck as
he shook his head back and forth in annoyance.
“No pouting, Yuri.”
“This song is stupid.”
“You wanted a challenge, no?”
“This whole routine is stupid.”
“With that attitude you won’t even place in the junior finals, Yura.”
“Just start the song.”
“Just try to take it seriously.”
“Russian performances by Russian skaters...so original and inspiring.”
“Less whining, more skating.”
Yuri looped around the rink. His eyes closed in concentration as he landed his
first jump.
“Looking good.”
“Shut up.”
The petite blond completed one run through, with little effort and was ready to
call it quits when the older Russian announced they would be reworking some
small issues. Victor had began to isolate rough sections for practice when he
could sense something was off. However, he egged Yuri onward. They were going
to make progress today.
“I need to take a break, Vitya.”
“Do your combination, and we can discuss water or a snack.”
“I really need to sit down, Vitya.”
“Nonsense, kotyonok. Make your movements more fluid, Yuri. Listen to the music.
If Yakov were here he’d-”
Double loop, double axel combination.
He missed the toe loop, falling backwards from the jump and slamming against
the white wall. Victor finished his turn and smirked as Yuri curled up into a
ball by the edge of the rink. The kitten had fallen.
“No need to be embarrassed. Get up and we will do it again.”
The blond curled tighter and the sound of muffled cries could be heard over the
building classical music. Victor skated over to where he had left the volume
remote and silenced the music. He rolled his eyes at what he assumed was the
small Russian being over dramatic, until the blond shaking with pained sobs.
“Yuri? Yuri!”
As he grew closer the smell assaulted him. Sweetness. A smell like ginger and
limes. Fuzzy blankets and freshly unearthed potatoes. Fertility. A child no
longer a child.
Victor could feel the muscles in his arms tighten as he pushed down his
immediate aggressive response and knelt by the child. His teeth dug into the
inside of his cheek as he wrapped his hand around Yuri’s wrist, but quickly
recoiled as the skin to skin contact made his hand tingle. The milky skin was
damp with sweat and warm to the touch. The urge to claim him on the ice, in the
silence of the rink was overwhelming. Need. Desire. Lust.
“No, not like this…”
“Victor, I don’t feel so well.”
Victor pulled Yuri up by his sleeve and drug him from the ice. Yuri was a mess
of bodily fluids as the alpha settled them down together on the wooden bench in
the empty locker room. The sickeningly sweet smell of Yuri’s first heat filled
the small space, and Victor considered them both lucky that Yakov had reserved
the rink just for private practice today. The cool air from the ice rink did
nothing to lower Yuri’s body temperature as Victor struggled to keep the small
omega in his lap as slick oozed from his newly ripened sex, soaking Victor’s
pants. Victor held Yuri tightly against his chest as the sobbing child
struggled to grasp what was happening to his body.
“I’m sorry, Vitya.”
“Shhhhhh. No need to be sorry,” Victor’s hands rubbed circles, fingertips
kneading the soft baby fat on the young omega’s sides. His pants were
disgustingly damp and sticky; ruined. Victor was loving it. He’d never dreamed
anything like this could happen to him in real life. He had watched young
omega's have wet heats like this only in the videos he'd seen online. Victor
buried his nose into the crook of Yuri’s neck and inhaled more of his new
scent. His tongue dipped out for only a moment as Yuri’s tears snaked down his
cheeks, lapping quickly at the child's neck. His chest rumbled with deep
satisfaction. He could stay like this for the rest of his life if given the
chance.Victor’s own scent began mask the perfume of Yuri’s heat, but the alpha
had yet to calm him. His mouth salivated at the thought of sinking his teeth
into the soft skin of Yuri's exposed shoulder.
“Why is this happening?”
“Your body is going into heat, and I’m going to call your grandfather-”
“No no no no.”
“Yura-”
“Please don't leave me.”
“I’m not leaving you, but you need someone to take care of you.”
“Why can’t you?!”
“Shhhhh. Yura, you don’t know what you are asking me to do," It was taking all
his self control to keep him from pawing at the child's newly sexualized form
as the blond's sweet scent filled every inch of the locker room around them.
“Vitya, I’m scared,” Yuri whined as he rolled his hips down, grinding softly
into the alpha's lap.
“I know,” Victor growled through grit teeth as he struggled to calm the omega
in his arms.
“Please help me.”
 
February 1st, 2017
Yuri’s eyes opened in a panic and his hand searched the space next to him in
the darkness. A nightmare. The same one during this time of the month, every
other month. His fingertips grazed the warm flesh of Otabek’s back, and relief
washed over his anxious stomach. Yuri exhaled, not realizing he had been
holding his breath.
“Beka. Thank god,” Yuri sighed.
“Yuri? Is everything okay?”
“I just need a moment.”
Otabek rolled over and brushed the hair away from the fifteen-year-old's eyes.
His other hand reached up to shoo the cat away from where he was pawing at the
blond’s ponytail. “Stop cat.”
“Leave my cat alone, Beka.”
Otabek smiled and rolled his eyes. “Always defending the cat…”
Yuri shook his head and buried his face into the pillows.
“Yura...talk to me.”
“Nothing. Just a bad memory.”
“I’m sorry, Yura. Do you want me to turn the tv back on to help you go back to
sleep?”
“No. No...just hold me.”
“Of course," Otabek said softly. The alpha gathered Yuri into his arms and
settled back as he nuzzled the blond's sweat slicked hair.
It was nice. Nice was the only word Yuri could pull from his clouded brain to
use to describe how content he felt to be in Otabek’s arms. Heknew it was more
than that...Otabke had become everything to him.
“My heat is next week.”
“I know...I saved it in my phone calendar from the last time. I was planning on
going to my mom’s-”
“No.”
“What?”
“I want to do it this time...I think.”
Otabek’s arms hugged Yuri tighter as he sighed deeply through his nose. “Yuri,
don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Yuri growled, fighting free of the other’s
hold.
“You’ve said it twice now…” Otabek mumbled as he let Yuri go, his dark eyes
staring down at the blanket that was draped over the pair.
“Well, this could be the time. You never know.”
“And if you lock me out of the apartment again?” Otabek said weakly. The words
felt like a betrayal as soon as they left his lips.
“I won’t Beka...I promise.”
"I can only hope so."
***** Normalcy *****
Chapter Summary
     Struggling through a relationship is as second nature as breathing
     for Yuri Plisetsky...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
February 19th, 2017
Otabek Altin lived for very few things in life. Figure skating, snow covered
streets free of any traces of life and the small gap between Yuri Plisetsky’s
ghostly thighs. He was in love with the space, or lack there of
really...foolishly in love with an area containing nothing at all. An area
accented by tight jeans and short workout shorts. If he had it his way, Yuri
would do nothing but stand in front of him all day, allowing for his soft
thighs to be admired. He had always watched the small Russian with such
fascination over the years. Pictures online really did the omega no justice.
Yuri had grown and changed so much, but still he was an object of perfection in
Otabek’s eyes.
Reconnecting in December during the Grand Prix had been amazing. They had kept
in contact for a month before deciding to begin a relationship right before
competition season started, which was honestly not the best choice in timing.
However, they had only in the last few months begun spending time together in
person. Otabek’s mother often talked about the whirlwind courting she had
before deciding to marry his father. When you know, you will know...she had
said that often; not that Otabek believed her, but that was before Yuri. He
always thought that the child he met during Yakov’s camp would eventually be
something special to him, but had no idea where their relationship would end
up.
With Yuri’s impending heat, Otabek took every chance available to enjoy the
little omega’s body before being shut out. Even with Yuri’s promise of letting
the alpha claim him...hoping to breed him if given the chance...Otabek still
demanded time together. The fear of rejection still hung heavy in the air. They
had spent most of the weekend in Otabek’s small hotel room, but as the last few
hours of Saturday ticked by their time together drew closer to an end. Sunday
meant practice for both of them and Yuri had an hour drive back home.
Otabek had pinned Yuri on his back on the small pull-out bed in the hotel room.
They had attempted to utilize every surface of the hotel, and the pull out
couch was the last battlefield. Otabek’s tongue ran over the smooth skin as
Yuri shivered and mewled softly. One arm was stretched upwards, holding the
small blond’s wrists together, while the other held tightly to one of Yuri’s
thighs as he tried to keep the omega’s legs open. His thighs were wet as slick
gushed from his hole. Otabek lapped up the stickiness, savoring the tart citrus
flavor. His teeth nipped and sucked at the blond’s flesh as Yuri struggled in
Otabek’s grasp.
“Beka...please.”
“Hmmmm? Did you want something?” Otabek mumbled from his position between
Yuri’s legs; purple marks mottled the pale skin as he licked another stripe up
the omega’s thigh. His face was emotionless, and he knew the stoicism would
drive Yuri crazy. He let go of Yuri’s wrists to slide his hand down to massage
the softness of the omega’s stomach. “Looks like you need to start
dieting...you are getting squishy-”
“Don’t play stupid Beka!” Yuri’s hands fisted in Otabek’s dark hair, as he
struggled to pull the older boy upward. “Suck my fucking dick.”
“Patience, Yura.”
He continued to tease and play with the omega until the whines and soft begging
became unbearable. Otabek climbed upward, and sucked Yuri’s cock into his
mouth. He hummed with satisfaction as Yuri whimpered his name.
As the slick kept oozing from the omega, and it drove Otabek wild. His hand
reached around, searching hungrily for the source of the wetness. His fingers
brushed over the omega’s soft, warm entrance. The tips of two fingers circled
the rim and then slowly began to sink into the heat.
“Stop. Stop. Stop!”
Otabek backed away with his hands raised. Yuri scrambled from the bed, pulling
the sheet with him.
“I...what time is it? I need to go,” Yuri panted as he pulled his hair back
from his face. The omega threw the sheet back on the bed with a sigh, cheeks
pink with humiliation as he turned away from Otabek. He stepped over the
sleeping pug on the floor and quickly gathered his discarded clothing.
“Yuri, don’t leave on that note,” the alpha said softly. His dark eyes trying
desperately to find Yuri's under the omega's mess of blond fringe.
“I have to catch the bus back to my apartment.”
“Let me drive you.”
“No.”
Otabek frowned and stared at Yuri’s hoodie. It had been commandeered as a bed
by his pug, and the animal showed no signs of moving...part of him hoped that a
sleeping pug would some how convince Yuri to stay. The little tan loaf snoozed
for only a moment longer, round eyes slowly opening as Yuri glared down at it.
“Dog…….” Yuri growled as he lifted the sleeping animal carefully and set it
back on the ground. It wobbled unsteadily on its feet before flopping back down
on the carpeted floor.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”
“It’s really fine,” Yuri mumbled as he bent to gently push the small pug dog
away from where it now clung the to Russian’s leg. “I’m sorry...I’m just not
ready yet. I want to wait for my heat..."
“I understand. I’m not trying to rush you, I promise," Otabek said quickly.
"Pug doesn’t want you to go.”
“I can see that.”
Otebek smiled as Yuri crouched to scratch the small dog behind the ear. Cat
would be jealous...
“Are you coming over Monday?” Yuri asked as he picked up the small dog and
plopped it down on the queen bed with the Kazakh man.
“Am I welcome?”
“Yes, I already fucking said so…” Yuri continued stuffing the last of his
weekend clothing into his duffle, not even bothering to look at Otabek.
As Yuri slipped into a pair of tight black jeans, Otabek could hardly hide his
smile. “I just wanted to check.”
“If you don’t have anywhere to take your dog...he can come. My cat usually
hides in the closet during my heats.”
“Are you having your heat at the apartment?” Otabek asked with one raised brow.
“Where else would I go?”
“I was just asking...I didn’t know if you wanted to go back to your
Grandfather’s or what.”
“No. I prefer to be at the apartment. It’s less awkward, and if you were
there...he’d ask a ton of questions...and demand you marry me or some dumb shit
like that. Old Russian stuff.”
“I’ll be there, Yura."
Yuri’s face felt hot as he moved toward the door. His legs and hands tingled;
he hesitated to leave.
“Yuri?”
The omega turned to see Otabek waiting behind him, arms open. Yuri zipped up
his hoodie and leaned into the waiting hug from Otabek. “I’m sorry Beka.”
“Please don’t be. I want this. I want to take care of you. I don’t want you to
be afraid of me.”
“I know…”
Yuri clung to him. The smaller boy’s head slotted perfectly into space right
under Otabek’s chin, and the alpha nuzzled the soft blond hair.
“Give me a second to get dressed. I want to at least walk you to the bus
station, and Pug needs to go out too.”
After lingering hugs and one last attempt from Pug to try and be friends, Yuri
begrudgingly boarded the bus. Flopping down into his seat, Yuri rested his head
on the window; staring out at Otabek until the bus began moving away from the
depot. The omega was ready to get some sleep on the hour journey home, but
couldn't shake the sadness that clung to him as he left Otabek behind.
 
October 11th, 2012
“Vitya what are you doing?”
“Shhhhh,” Victor’s free hand cupped Yuri’s chin, as he slowly eased one of his
fingers into the omega’s mouth. “Don’t worry, sweet kitten. I’m here for you.”
The omega sobbed around the finger as Victor slid a second in beside it. Yuri
sobbed around the two digits, but the older alpha had other things distracting
him. Victor’s tongue couldn’t get enough of the taste of Yuri’s skin.
Sweetness. He buried his nose into the crook of Yuri’s neck and slipped a hand
under the child’s shirt. The omega's skin was so warm...and skin so silky and
slick with sweat.
“Kotyonok...so sweet.”
Victor pulled roughly at the collar of Yuri’s black shirt, exposing the pale
skin. Abandoning his newly found obsession with the child’s neck, Victor sunk
his teeth into the flesh of Yuri’s shoulder.
Chapter End Notes
     For some reason I just love the idea of Otabek having a pet
     pug...Thank you for reading! Hope you are enjoying so far. Trying to
     get the timeline right...this would be happening during the months
     after the events of YOI...I think lol ummmm maybe? Updated somethings
     in chapter one. I am really inspired by this so I hope to keep the
     chapters coming!
     I also wanted to open my inbox to any fic requests you all might
     have! I've got some free time and I'm looking to fill it!
     Next chapter will be a long one....it finally happens...
     Yuri - 15 Otabek - 18
***** Obsessive Love *****
Chapter Summary
     Preparation can only help you so much.
Chapter Notes
     Trigger Warnings!! The following contains two very different sexual
     encounters. The first between two consenting people that deeply care
     for each other and the other containing sexual acts between a minor
     and an adult, with zero consent. Read at your own risk.
      
     Posting this so late.....I'll re-read this in the morning to spell
     check. Hope my grammar isn't too bad.
February 20th, 2017
After deciding to leave Pug with his coach and tidying up his semi-permanent
hotel room home, Otabek traveled to St. Petersburg to be closer to Yuri. He had
gotten a new hotel room near the omega’s apartment, but had kept the whole
affair hush hush to avoid spooking the skittish Russian. He spent the week
leading up to his first heat with Yuri trying to gauge the omega and gather his
supplies. His new temporary home was stockpiled with more than enough new
blankets and sheets to last them the five days, along with other soft objects
and a small mountain of pillows in one corner. He avoided contaminating the
fabrics with his own scent, and kept them in an isolated closet. Otabek planned
on bringing everything over a day before the heat was due to happen, and hoped
Yuri wouldn’t be freaked out by how prepared he was. He also wanted time to
clean if the omega would let him. He had spent time reading about the
importance of keeping your nest clean during a heat cycle and he hoped the
gesture would not be lost on the Russian.
And here he was now... Never had buying groceries seemed like such an arduous
task. However, Otabek Altin had been stalking the same two food aisles for
close to an hour and he still only had a few items in his basket. He wanted to
surprise Yuri and stock the omega’s apartment with everything they could
possibly want to eat for the next five days, but nothing seemed right. He had
spent days planning everything and wanted it all to go smoothly. Otabek’s hand
hovered over the colorfully boxed cereal he had been glaring at for close to
three minutes, before snatching it off the shelf and reading the nutritional
information on the back of the box. It all sounded disgusting. Nothing he would
ever eat... Did Yuri even like cereal?! Otabek threw the box back onto the
shelf and left the aisle feeling defeated. He pulled out his phone and began
scrolling through search pages and websites until he found a few recipes for
things he felt confident making, and he could always practice in his hotel
kitchen if he had time.
After over two hours in the grocery store, Otabek took a cab back to his hotel.
He had been obsessively checking his phone since searching for recipes. Yuri
usually bombarded him with text messages each day, but as his heat grew closer
and closer, Otabek noticed a sharp decline in their conversation. He palmed the
phone in his pocket and decided to start the conversation by himself for one of
the first times in their relationship.
(15:34) You still want me to come over before it starts……...right...
(15:34) Yes.
(15:34) I’m at practice right now. Can’t talk.
(15:36)Okay good. I’m coming over tomorrow to drop some stuff off. Sorry.
(15:36) Tell Yakov to relax.
(15:37) What kind of stuff?! And what time? I have practice tomorrow too.
(15:37) No relaxing -_-
(15:38) I can come whenever.
(15:40) Then do that.
(15:44) I love you
(15:50) <3
 
Otabek waited patiently outside the door after his third ring and second knock
at the heavy, wooden door. He had set his supplies to the side, waiting with
arms crossed, hoping the omega would answer soon.
The door cracked open only slightly and stayed that way.
“Yuri?”
“Just come in already.”
The studio apartment was dark and cold. Otabek flicked on the lights in time to
see Yuri crawling back under the duvet that was a mound in the center of the
room. He said nothing as he brought in his stuff and began organizing the small
space. The apartment was a mess of exercise clothing and junk. Several pairs of
skates were tossed in the corner, along with duffle bags and empty water
bottles. The walls were a pale yellow, but covered in posters of movies, bands
and cats...mostly cats. Near the bed there was a small side table with a small
collection of framed photos; Yuri’s grandfather and what Otabek could assume
was a tiny Yuri, Otabek in his free skate costume at the Grand Prix Final, and
a shot of Yuri and Victor. The studio was roughly the same size as his hotel
room, but was such a disaster zone that the small space felt even more cramped.
“I’m going to clean up a bit.”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
After wiping the surface layer of dust from everything in the room, Otabek
began to prepare a nest for himself and Yuri. He changed the sheets on the
empty bed and covered it in new blankets. The alpha then tidied the kitchen and
gathered all the garbage in the single room. Otabek hovered by Yuri’s blanket
cocoon and crouched near where the omega had disappeared into the folds of the
fabric.
“Yuri, come out of there.”
“No.”
Otabek smiled and rested his hand on the hump that he assumed was Yuri's head.
“And...why is that?”
“I feel terrible.”
“I read that feeling like that usually happens. Your body is trying to ready
itself. I would like it if you’d move to lay on the bed.”
“Carry me.”
“You can walk.”
The pile remained motionless. Otabek sighed and scooped up the blanket,
carrying it to the nearby bed. Otabek dropped the bundle on the bed, but ripped
the dirty blanket away. Yuri huffed and curled into himself at the sudden loss
of the main source of his warmth.
“Beka stop this.”
“Moving around will help you...or at least that is what I read.”
“It gets worse every time.”
“I’m sorry, Yura. Get under the new blankets, the lack of smell should help
your senses calm down.”
“They smell like you…” The omega said in a voice barely above a whisper as he
sunk under the layers of fabrics, into a calm shell of softness that smelled of
safety; of Otabek.
“I tried to avoid that.”
“I like the way you smell.”
Otabek smiled and left the room to toss the trash in the garbage chute. Upon
his return he was pleased to see that his sleeping beauty had awoken, as Yuri,
now wearing shorts, paced the room with cat in his arms.
“Is something wrong, Yura?”
“You brought so much stuff.”
“I just want you to know how committed I am to this.”
"I never questioned how committed you were," Yuri shook his head and stared
down at the carpet. “I’m getting nervous.”
“Shhhhh. It is going to be okay.”
Yuri tensed as Otabek stopped him and rubbed the omega’s shoulders.
“We just need to get a good night’s rest and see what tomorrow brings. You
might not even start tomorrow, but at least we are prepared.”
“Yes, Beka.”
 
They slept turned away from each other. However, somewhere around 3am Otabek
awoke to a sweaty omega rubbing against him. At some point during the night
Yuri must have started. The scent was balmy and had already filled the small
space with thick wafts of honeycomb and raspberries. He slid his hand down to
cup the slight swell of the omega’s rear and found his hand soon soaked in
viscous slick. The liquid was everywhere...leaking onto the bed and all over
Yuri’s delicate thighs. The fluid was slightly milky in color, and based on all
the research he had done, Otabek knew Yuri’s body was in full reproduction
mode.
“Yura? Yuri wake up.”
“Beka I feel so wet,” Yuri gasped as he pushed himself closer to Otabek and the
alpha could feel the hardness of the omega’s cock pressing into his leg. “I’m
so hot right now.”
Yuri’s sleep shorts were ruined as the alpha stripped him of the clothing.
Otabek fought the urge to bury his face into the slick damp fabric as he tossed
the shorts to the other side of the room.
Otabek sat up in the small bed and tried to set ground rules with Yuri before
the omega became lost in his heat. His hands were shaking as he pulled Yuri's
chin over to force the omega to look at him. Stay serious. Stay focused for
Yuri. “Have you done this before?”
The omega whined and pushed up onto his knees. “Just once...can we not talk
about it?” Yuri panted as he rutted against Otabek’s thigh that he had claimed
as his. The omega’s mouth latched onto Otabek’s as Yuri pushed his tongue into
the alpha’s mouth. Their kiss was all tongues and teeth as the alpha fought for
dominance from the aggressive omega.
Otabek pushed Yuri away and pinned him on his stomach. Yuri’s cock looked
painfully hard and the tip oozed pearls of precum. The omega tried rubbing
himself against the smooth flannel sheets, but found no relief. "I need you
Beka. Fuck me.”
“I think we should use protection...just for this first time. Yakov would kill
me if I got you pregnant.”
“Please fuck me,” Yuri begged as he spread his legs wide in an attempt to draw
the alpha’s attention.
“Yuri - “
“I’ll stop asking nicely! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” The omega was on his
hands and knees now, with his shoulders close to the mattress and ass
presented. His slick covered thighs glistened in the harsh florescent lighting,
but to Otabek, Yuri Plisetsky had never looked more beautiful. Otabek’s hands
parted the pale flesh of the omega’s hind. The ripe, pink sex of the omega
pulsed as Otabek slowly inched his hand toward the hole.
“Hurry up! What are you fucking waiting for?!”
“Patience. I know what you need, Yura.”
“Beka please. Fuck me. Please please please please.”
Otabek pushed two fingers inside and Yuri let out a soft keening noise. He
worked his fingers in the silken heat until the omega was pushing back like a
wild animal. Two fingers joined the others until the alpha was almost fisting
the small omega. His hole was ready and dripping with slick as Otabek removed
his fingers.
“I know what you want,” Otabek mumbled as he stroked his own hard length. He
smeared the omega’s slick on his cock and lined himself up. His fingers dug
into the soft flesh of Yuri’s sides as he slowly pushed into the omega. Yuri’s
breaths came in short pants as he cried Otabek’s name as the alpha seated
inside of him. The omega was tight and the walls of his sex gripped the alpha’s
cock in ways Otabek couldn’t have ever imagined. He tried to build a steady
rhythm, but found himself lost in the frantic need of his omega as they rutted
together. The bed frame rocked slightly, tapping the wall in a way that would
have been embarrassing for the omega, if he wasn't lost in his heat.
Otabek leaned forward, draping himself over Yuri’s back as he reached up and
pulled the blond’s head to the side, exposing his neck.
“Mine.”
“Yes. Yours, Beka, ” Yuri whimpered as the alpha pounded into him with
unrelenting force.
Otabek bit down, drawing blood and causing the omega to let out a pained sob.
“I’m going to knot you.”
“I need it. Please give it to me.”
Otabek could feel his knot swelling as he did a few more shallow thrusts into
the omega’s slack hole. As his knot joined them together, Otabek reached around
and roughly jerked Yuri to completion. The omega cried through his orgasm as
his body went limp. The apartment was silent aside from heavy panting. The
smell in the air was a blend of their scents, and Otabek found himself lost in
the happiness of finally being one with his omega. The alpha gently maneuvered
the now locked pair to a more comfortable position for both of them as he
waited for his knot to deflate. Otabek lapped at the blood that beaded on the
surface of Yuri’s skin as the omega mewled a soft, an almost helpless sound.
Otabek knew they would both be asleep soon, and he pulled Yuri closer to him.
There was only one thought that slithered into the alpha’s mind as sleep began
to claim him and darkness creeped into the corners of his vision. Otabek’s
stomach tighten in fear.
“I didn’t wear a condom.”
 
October 11th, 2012
The older alpha grunted his release and held the omega steady on his lap. His
hand loosened its grip from around the young child’s neck, and moved to massage
the bite mark on Yuri’s shoulder. They stayed like that for what seemed like
hours, but in reality were only together for a few short minutes. Victor hadn’t
been able to knot the virgin omega, but found his lust calmed by the fact that
he had claimed an omega during the beginning of a fresh heat.
Victor half carried Yuri into the locker room shower and dumped him onto the
tiled floor under the spray. He had to get his scent off the young omega before
it was too late. He had grabbed a bottle of scented body wash and squeezed the
contents all over Yuri as he remained motionless. After a clinical wash, He
walked Yuri from the shower back to the main area of the rink near the entrance
to the locker room. Victor brushed a few stray golden strands of the child’s
hair away from his face as he knelt closer, giving one final lick to the bite
on Yuri’s shoulder. The alpha said nothing as he quickly gathered his things
and walked toward the locked room. Yuri’s eyes were wide and his body trembling
as Victor left him in a heap next to his soiled clothing.
 
February 21st, 2017
“Victor?” Yuuri sat up in bed when he noticed the shifting of the mattress. “Is
something wrong?”
The alpha had moved to the end of the bed, flexing his hands oddly in the
darkness. Victor’s head ached, his eyes and hands tingled with a painful
numbness. “It’s nothing.”
***** Possession *****
Chapter Summary
     Two very different alphas...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
February 22nd, 2017
They were barely moving, but he could hardly breathe. Stuck together from waist
to knee with slick, Otabek lazily fucked Yuri as the omega neared exhaustion
and the alpha’s length felt raw. It had been close to six hours now of nonstop
sex. Otabek’s chest burned and he coughed as his nose was bombarded with
another wave of Yuri’s scent. It was like a fragrant candle left burning under
his nose for too long. He loved the smell, but it consumed everything as the
time had passed. The sheets, the blankets...Otabek was sure the posters on the
wall would carry the scent for at least a few days after Yuri’s heat ended.
After his sixth...or was it seventh orgasm, he’d just kept going for the sake
of his omega. Otabek was convinced at some point he had just blacked out and
the omega had just continued to use his body as a toy. Yuri’s wet channel had
milked him dry and greedily accepted his seed. The alpha had came to terms with
the chance that Yuri might become pregnant after this, but chose to not think
about it.
He ran his hands over the pink peaks of the omegas nipples and tugged sharply,
drawing a pathetic moan from Yuri. Otabek grazed his nails along the omega’s
pale skin. He loved the sight of the raised lines covering almost every inch of
Yuri’s chest and legs; a roadmap of their passion. The omega had been
insatiable, and it made Otabek wonder how he had been able to survive his
previous heats without an alpha to breed him through it.
Thrusting in one last time, Otabek finally pulled out of the panting omega and
allowed himself a moment of rest. He pushed away from the omega and laid on his
back, rubbing his face into his sweat soaked pillow. They would need to be
changed as soon as his legs stopped throbbing...
Yuri rolled into his back, cheeks pink and chest heaving. The omega was a mess
of dried seamen, hickies and slick. Otabek wanted so badly to take a photo, but
knew that this heat was his chance to prove he was ready and to earn Yuri’s
trust. This was all just a trial run...
“Beka…”
“Sleep. Sleep, Yura.”
“Hold me.”
The alpha pulled the omega into his arms and allowed himself to be consumed by
his love of the neediness Yuri projected. A sweet kitten. He could never be
this close; never have Yuri so soft and pliant. Even if this ended up being his
first and last heat, Otabek resolved to cling to these moments for as long as
he could.
Otabek had rubbed himself over every ink of Yuri’s skin, scenting the omega.
The alpha nuzzled the skin on Yuri’s neck and sucked circles into the area
surrounding the bite. Yuri’s neck was swollen and dark, but luckily there were
no competitions in the near future. Otabek’s blood was warm with happiness at
his claim and he allowed himself to be lost in thought as he listened to Yuri’s
steady sleep breathing.
His new mate would be coveted by everyone in Almaty when they eventually moved
to Kazakhstan. Russia was no place for them, and he planned to broach the
subject once they sealed their bond. The omega would have to give up figure
skating to take care of their children...there was no way they weren’t having
at least four. Otabek smiled as he imagined coming home to Yuri round with his
pups, cooking in their family kitchen with pug and cat at his feet. Yuri would
make the perfect house omega...
The alpha caught himself and felt guilt creep into his stomach from his
previous musing. He could never do any of that...He would follow Yuri to the
ends of the earth, give him every inch of freedom he desired if it meant
keeping the omega happy. He reasoned that his momentary lapse into dominant
alpha was due to his heat haze and knew that he would never be able to hurt
Yuri. Otabek kissed the top of Yuri’s head, smiling into the blond wisps as he
allowed himself a moment of sleep. He’d make them food later...once he figured
out what time of day it was.
 
October 11th, 2012
Yuri was too afraid to move. He was hyper aware of the smell of the alpha that
lingered in the air, and the pain in the lower half of his body. Victor had
been rough with him, pushing the child’s face into the cold floor of the locker
room as he satisfied himself.
“Get dressed. I’m going to take you home.”
Yuri’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears as he pushed himself to his knees.
The omega was sure there would be bruises on his hips from the alpha’s hands.
As he sat up and looked himself over, there were hardly any marks, but there
was the hot pain from Victor’s bite on his shoulder.
Victor handed him clean clothing that he had pilfered from the rink’s pro shop
and watched the omega dress. He chewed on his lower lip as he considered the
possibility of taking Yuri again, but put the thought out of his mind as he
began to piece together a story to tell the child’s grandfather. The alpha
helped the omega to his feet, and draped the child’s coat around his shoulders
as they walked out into the cold of the parking lot.
The car ride was silent. Victor’s fingers tapped the rhythm for his free skate
program on the steering wheel while the alpha whistled the tune quietly to
himself.
The Planets, Mov.4 - Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity.
Yuri stared at the snowy floor mat as he tried to sink into the deepest levels
of the passenger seat. The omega’s arms were wrapped around his middle on the
inside of his jacket. His green goosefeather coat puffed was out around him
like a protective shell from the alpha; his only layer of defense. His pelvis
and legs throbbed with a dull pain as he felt his skin prickling with the
familiar warmth from earlier. Victor had given him a towel to sit on for the
ride home, and as the alpha had predicted, slick continued to flow out of him.
Yuri felt disgusting.
Victor must have called his grandfather at some point during the ordeal,
because the beta was waiting at the door of their apartment when the alpha and
omega climbed the last steps up to the fourth floor.
“Yuratchka. Myshka...Please, please both of you come inside.”
“I brought him home as soon as I could,” Victor said as he followed the older
man into the small two bedroom apartment.
The beta’s nose wrinkled in disgust unintentionally at the sour smell of Yuri’s
heat that surrounded them in the small space; beta’s were naturally off put by
an omega’s scent, but the older man quickly recovered and pulled the child into
his arms. The tears that had been waiting in Yuri’s green eyes flowed down his
cheeks as he buried his face into his grandfather’s shoulder.
“Dedushka,” The omega whimpered as the beta rubbed his back in slow circles.
“Thank you for bringing him home, Victor.”
“It’s no problem. I am just glad that I was able to get him here quickly and
that there was no one at the rink that could have hurt him.”
“Yes, we are all grateful for that,” The beta said as he lifted Yuri up and the
child wrapped his legs around the older man.
“Will you call me in a few days to let me know how he's doing? I was going to
let Yakov know what happened tomorrow, since we were supposed to have
practice.”
“I will. Thank you Victor, thank you for all that you have done.”
“Any time, Nikolai,” Victor nodded and ruffled Yuri’s hair as he maneuvered
around the two and out the front door.
Victor slumped into the driver's seat of his car and sighed as he lolled his
head against the back of the seat. He grabbed the soiled towel from the
passenger seat and pressed the damp fabric to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and
instinctively growled with pride at the smell of his omega. He would need to
present Yuri with a courting gift soon.
Chapter End Notes
     Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Victor :3 Still no beta, and I'm
     posting this in between family Christmas parties...so I'm a little
     unfocused, but I promise to correct any mistakes later this evening.
     Thanks and have a great holiday!!!!!!
***** Courting Gift *****
Chapter Summary
     Origins revealed...
Chapter Notes
     Some more non-con in this chapter. You have been warned!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
February 23rd, 2017
“Please eat Yura…”
The omega shook his head from under the blanket as Otabek waited with his plate
of blackberry jam filled blinis. It had been several since the shut in and
there was no way of telling when the omega had last eaten something other than
random junk food.
“I made you a blini. I remember you saying your grandfather made the best ones
you’ve ever had, but I would really love it if you’d at least try mine.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“It would really make me happy if you’d eat something.”
“There was a bag of chips in the kitchen I started to eat-”
“I would be happy if you would eat something substantial.”
“Stop mothering me.”
Setting the plate on the side table, Otabek ripped the blanket away and tossed
it to the floor. The blanket needed to be changed anyway...
“Beka?!” Yuri growled as the alpha moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Give
me back the blanket!”
“I’ll give you a new blanket, but you have to eat first. You body is giving you
a break right now, so you need to eat before your heat flares up again...and
you become a sex crazed maniac...like earlier.” Otabek chuckled as his mumbled
the last part.
Yuri sat up in annoyance and grabbed one of the blini from the plate, stuffing
it into his mouth as he flopped onto his back and sank into his pillow nest.
“Thank you, lyubov moya.”
Otabek smiled and joined him; keeping one firm hand on the plate, while the
other moved to playfully wipe a smudge of jam from Yuri’s cheek. Cat had joined
them in the bed and was trying to paw at the plate Otabek held high in the air.
“None for cats.” The alpha teased as Yuri nestled closer to him, reaching for
another blini.
 
October 11th, 2012
The alpha barely acknowledged him, and spoke mostly to his grandfather as the
young omega hid his face in shame. As Victor left, Yuri felt a lump growing in
the bottom of his stomach. It was like he grew colder with each step the alpha
took to get away from him. The door shut, and the omega’s hole seemed to gush
far worse than it had all day; it flaired open and close with a mind of its
own. His body was betraying him, as a wave of nausea overcame him and his
stomach gurgled painfully.
His grandfather settled Yuri on his feet, brushing the blond hair out of the
boy’s face and tucking it behind his ears.
“You’re very lucky Victor was there to bring you home, Yuratchka.”
The blond was numb as his grandfather continued to praise Victor for his
heroism, and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming.
“You should go take a bath Myshka. It will help you feel better I’m sure.”
The omega nodded and stumbled toward the bathroom as his heat caused him to be
unsteady on his feet. Yuri locked the bathroom door as the water started
running into the small tub. The steam felt good against his sweat chilled skin.
Yuri stared at himself in the mirror in disgust as he removed his clothing and
slick began to run freely down his legs. Yuri’s fingers trembled as he rubbed
the livid bite on his neck. The mark both horrified and fascinated him. His
heart beat more wildly the longer he lingered on the bite. He didn’t register
that he had begun to cry until a sharp knock at the door pulled him from his
thoughts.
“Yuri? Do you need anything in there?”
His fingers recoiled sharply as he turned to double check that he locked the
door as he wiped his eyes and face on one of the hand towels hanging by the
sink. “I’m fine.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, dedushka.”
“Love you, Myshka.”
Yuri sank into the tub, closing his eyes at the sting of the warm water. His
nails dug into the mark as his endless slick slowly tainted the water around
him. “I’m disgusting.” He sobbed quietly to himself.
Yuri had spent his first heat alone, in pain and miserable. He was a sobbing
mess of snot and slick most days as he rutted in his pillows and balled up
blankets. Victor haunted him in his dreams as his mind vividly replayed his
encounter with the alpha over and over again each night. The feeling of the
alpha’s dick in his hole was a pain he could never unfeel. Almost every night
Yuri would wake up alone and painfully erect from his dreams, causing his shame
to pull him into a sour state of depression. His grandfather had barely been
able to stand being in the same room as him as with each passing day his scent
grew stronger without an alpha to satisfy him and the child become moodier and
moodier. By some blessing, his heat ended after a little over a week, and the
omega did everything he could to forget it all.
He didn’t see the alpha until over a week later. Yuri had missed so many
practices that Yakov had pushed for him not to compete in the first few
qualifiers of the year. However, Yuri had fought back and had promised to
devote even more time to practices if the older man would allow him to compete.
More practices meant more one on ones with Victor...but Yuri was determined to
win his age group, and if that meant more Victor he decided to swallow his fear
and take the ice with the alpha again.
It was another Sunday afternoon when Yuri arrived to see Victor waiting for him
on the ice with a small brown box in his hands. As he laced up his skates, the
omega eyed Victor with suspicion, but soon joined him. Yuri’s hands were
stuffed in his pockets as he kept his head down, avoiding the alpha’s green
eyes.
“I have a gift for you.”
Yuri looked up with a face full of confusion. “What?”
“I have a gift for you,” The alpha said with a smile as he pushed the box into
the omega’s small hands.
Yuri fumbled with the box as Victor slowly removed the lid.
“A cat?!”
Victor smiled as he watched the omega’s eyes light up with excite over the tiny
animal. “You said you liked cats...”
“You got me a cat!!”
Yuri giggled as the little kitten’s paw batted at his finger. The kitten was
white and black-brown. The scrunched face was grumpy and charming as it blinked
rapidly in the new light. He was in love… The kitten struggled to escape its
box prison, but Yuri cupped his hands around the small opening to prevent it
from jumping out into the ice.
“Let’s get kitty off the ice and somewhere safe for him.”
Victor leaned down to brush his lips over the clothed spot that hid his bite.
Yuri flinched and tried to move away, but the alpha held him tight. Victor
rubbed more of his scent onto the omega before leading them both away from the
ice and back to their locker room love nest. He returned to the isolated area
in the back where it all began, and took a seat on the dressing bench as he
pushed Yuri to kneel on the floor in front of him with the kitten securely in
the omega’s arms.
“Now...Yuri Plisetsky, do you accept my courting gift?”
Yuri looked up at Victor with a puzzled expression as he struggled to hold the
small animal in his arms. “I don’t understand…”
Victor frowned and asked again, his voice firm as he stared down at the small
blond omega. “Do you accept my gift?”
“I...I don’t understand Vitya,” Yuri’s eyes were glassy with tears as he
struggled to grasp what was happening. What was a courting gift?
“Then I’ll just take it back until you do,” Victor ripped the box and cat away
from the child and moved to stand up.
“But my cat…” Yuri’s small hands wrapped around Victor’s knees as he tried to
stop the alpha from leaving. "I don't understand..."
“It’s my cat Yuri. I was just giving it to you ask a gift.”
“But...but you said it was a gift for me…people don’t just take back gifts. I
don’t understand Vitya. What is a courting gift?”
“It is something special," The alpha said lowly as he dangled the kitten in
front of the blond. "This is more than a gift Yuri. It is a promise between the
two of us. I need to know, do you accept me and my gift?”
Yuri stared at the floor. “I guess…”
Victor handed the cat back to the omega, taking his seat on the bench again as
he tilted Yuri’s head up, leaning in to kiss the omega. Yuri went stiff as the
alpha licked a line across his lips and tried to push his tongue into his
mouth.
The kiss lasted for only a second as Victor’s attention immediately shifted to
his growing erection. He pulled out his semi hard cock and after a few quick
strokes began to jerk off inches from the child’s face. Yuri clutched the
kitten to his chest as Victor held his chin in place. The alpha rubbed the tip
of his erection over the child’s lips as Yuri closed his mouth in a tight line.
They were going to have to work on that…
Victor came with a shout, white ropes of cum coating Yuri’s cheeks and
eyelashes as the omega whimpered in disgust. The alpha smeared his seed into
the blond’s pale skin, and smiled as Yuri tried to flinch away. Victor gathered
a small glob of cum onto his finger tips and pushed two of the digits deep into
the omega’s mouth.
Yuri coughed around the fingers and tried to spit out the sticky substance. The
omega's cheeks were pink with embarrassment. Victor’s chest rumbled with
laughter as he tucked himself back into his pants and stood up.
“Get cleaned up, and put kitty in Yakov’s office. We still have practice.”
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to read this story! I
     really appreciate all of you and hope I can continue to provide
     entertainment.
***** Bond *****
Chapter Summary
     Negative side effects included...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
February 23th, 2017
“Yuuri!”
The omega smiled as Victor motioned him towards the center of the ice, shucking
his winter coat and boots in favor of his skates and workout gear. He was
honestly surprised to see Victor here so early after finding him awake so late
during the previous evening. It had taken them both a while to get back to
sleep last night, and Victor had ended up pacing the bedroom with Maccachin for
over an hour as he tried to shake the numbness from his hands.
“Morning,” The dark haired man said, softly as he approached the alpha. “You
seem in better spirits this morning…”
Victor nodded curtly, not even bothering to respond before jumping into
business. “So, I was wanting to start on your short program today.”
“You already have a theme? Wasn’t it just a few days ago that you were
complaining about nothing really grabbing you? Not that I’m complaining. I’m
just surprised, I guess,” Yuri questioned with a puzzled expression as he
cleaned his glasses.
“I’m assuming that’s why I couldn’t sleep,” Victor said with a warm smile as he
leaned in close to the omega, hand coming to rest at his waist. “Just up
thinking about you performing for me.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Yuuri laughed as he unzipped his jacket, tossing it to the
side as he stretched his arms over his head. “I guess it’s at least good you
were inspired.”
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Otabek’s brown eyes slit open as he felt a strong pressure on his chest and
lower body. His eyes opened wider in amusement as he watched Yuri struggling to
climb on top of him, the omega’s heat assaulting his body with full force. Yuri
had thrown most of the covers off of them both, and was nuzzling Otabek’s
groin; nose buried deep in the older male’s pubic hair. The alpha kicked the
rest of the covers off as Yuri sucked Otabek’s length into his mouth. Otabek’s
eyes rolled back into his head as the omega’s tongue worked the head of his
cock, while the blond’s hands rubbed the base. He pushed Yuri away as he felt
his orgasm drawing near, he wanted to cum inside the omega again.
“Get on top of me, Yura.”
Otabek’s hands moved to help guide Yuri to straddle him. The omega’s wet hole
hardly resisted the alpha’s cock as Yuri slid down, seating himself with a soft
whimper.
“Ride me.”
The blond nodded, and began to weakly lift himself off the alpha, only to fall
back down quickly onto Otabek’s stiff length. The sad attempt continued only
for a few more tries as the blond seated himself on Otabek’s pelvis with a
sigh, grinding into the flesh with the alpha’s dick inside of him.
“Help me, Beka...my thighs hurt so bad.”
The alpha hands rested on Yuri’s hips as he used the small bit of strength he
still possessed to help the omega ride him.
“Yes, Beka...fuck me harder.”
“I’m going to cum inside you…”
“Please, Beka!”
The alpha’s seed coated the walls of the omega’s warm passage as Yuri’s hole
milked his cock. Yuri collapsed forward across the alpha’s chest, sticking them
together with his warm cum as he lolled his head to the side, baring his neck
in submission. Otabek couldn’t refuse the opportunity to mark the omega again.
His teeth sank into the skin, drawing blood once more as Yuri sobbed his name
into one of the many pillows on their bed.
_______________
“Victor?!”
Victor’s hand slapped down on the ice as he fumbled the jump, catching himself
just before cracking his skull. His eyes burned and he was having difficulty
breathing as he stood up straight, one hand covering his eyes. Yuuri was
immediately at his side, face worried and lips a thin line of concern.
“Victor, your nose is bleeding!”
The alpha dabbed at the area between his lip and nose, surprised to see red
liquid covering the fingertip of his glove. “So it is…”
Yuuri grabbed his jacket from the ice and held it out to the alpha. “Wipe up
the blood with this, I have my winter coat over on the bench. We can try and
find some tissues at the front desk.”
Victor accepted it hesitantly. Pushing the silken fabric to his nose and
inhaling Yuuri’s scent while cleaning the blood from his face. “Thank you. No
need for the tissues. Looks like it stopped.”
“Please go home for the day, I’m worried about you…”
Victor nodded and left the ice. “Thanks…”
Victor barely made it outside to his bike before he got sick. The alpha
pathetically heaved into the bushes, throwing Yuuri’s soiled coat into the dirt
next to it.
 
January 28th, 2013
The alpha waited patiently for the omega’s next heat. If Victor was honest with
himself, he was hardly being patient. He obsessed over the child. Marking Yuri
with his scent after presenting his courting present had done nothing to calm
the savage need for the alpha to spend a week rutting with the small child. It
had taken all of his self control to resist going to the apartment Yuri shared
with his grandfather. Victor had imagined how he would dispose of the elder
beta before fucking Yuri on every available surface. He’d get the child
pregnant with his pups and everything would be just as he wanted...
Victor had saved the date of his first encounter with Yuri in his phone
calendar under the name Private Lessons with Yuratchka. He had been with enough
omega’s in the past to understand common heat cycles. Yuri’s heat would be
every other month to two months apart. The alpha could hardly contain his
excitement as his body recalled the sweet smell of the young omega. His length
grew stiff as he thought about everything he wanted to do...maybe he could get
the boy back to his house this time.
But Yuri’s heat never came. Both of the potential heat days came and went with
no satisfaction for the alpha. Victor watched Yuri like a hawk, waiting for any
sign of heat haze or exhaustion, but there was nothing. He had even waited an
extra month to be safe...maybe the omega was irregular? Yuri was just a child
after all, and it had been his first heat.
After the cat incident, Yuri came and went to practices, acting like nothing
had happened as best as he could; taking extra care to avoid Victor or always
be in the presence of someone else. The alpha was on edge and in need of
contact with the omega. Victor had finally had enough and cornered Yuri on the
ice at the end of one of his one on ones with Yakov.
“Hello, Yura.”
The blond kept his eyes down, refusing to acknowledge the alpha.
“Is something the matter? Or is there a valid reason for why you have been
avoiding me?”
“Leave me alone, Victor.”
The blond’s sweet omega scent was gone as Victor sniffed the air around him.
Victor snarled as his hand wrapped around Yuri’s upper arm, fingers digging
into the soft skin. His face contorted almost instantly into a mask of fury as
he leaned close to the omega, whispering in a volume only the two of them could
hear. “You asked the old man to put you on suppressants...didn’t you?!”
Yuri wrinkled his nose and squinted his eyes at the older male.
“You can kiss your cat good bye if you made that decision without my
permission-”
“For your information, I didn’t,” Yuri spat, ripping his arm away. “The whole
heat must have been a fucking fluke, you fucking freak.”
Yuri pushed the alpha away, and skated over to where Mila was working with one
of the other younger girls. Victor watched him from afar before exiting the
rink and heading into the locker room. As he changed, Yuri entered a few
moments later. The omega stood awkwardly by his locker, glancing over at the
alpha. “Are you almost done…”
“No need to be shy, Yura, it’s not like I haven’t seen you before.”
The child huffed and threw his sweat slick workout shirt into his duffel.
Victor paused as he was lacing up his shoes. His eyes raked over the omega’s
body, but had stopped in surprise. Yuri was attempting to change in some sort
of record time, but the alpha was sure he had seen it.
“Come over here.”
Yuri shook his head and heaved his bag onto his shoulder. “No, my grandfather
is waiting.”
“Yura-”
The child ran from the locker room as Victor lunged for him. The alpha narrowly
missed the hood of the omega’s coat as Yuri rounded the corner and escaped.
Victor sank back onto the bench, expressionless. He had seen it...he knew he
wasn’t imagining it…the soft protruding of the child’s lower abdomen, the lack
of omega scent...a skipped heat.
“He’s pregnant...he’s fucking pregnant.”
The alpha smiled as he gathered his things, walking out of the rink and to his
car. He would he would also need to start gathering supplies for their growing
pups, but first he needed to pay a visit to Yuri.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading!!!! Important note: I will be traveling out of
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***** Fade Away *****
Chapter Summary
     Heat has come to an end.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
February 24th, 2017
Yuri’s body screamed in pain as he blinked his eyes open, staring up at the
ceiling of his apartment. The room was quiet. He rolled over to cuddle close to
Otabek. However, the alpha was not in bed with him. Instead, cat was curled up
on the pillow next to him, purring quietly in his sleep. As he sat up, Yuri
noticed how clean his apartment was, and how everything smelled. His clothing
was folded in a neat pile on his dresser, on his couch was a collections of
blankets, neatly folded as well and there was no trash...anywhere...and
everything looked as if it had been carefully considered before being put in
the place that it currently rested. The omega felt tears pricking at the
corners of his eyes, but he kept his composure.
He blushed, pulling his hair up into a ponytail, noting that he was freshly
showered. Beka had thought of everything. The omega had felt displaced from his
own body for a while since the beginning of his heat, but now his body felt
like it belonged to him again. Yuri’s fingers rubbed his neck, a sharp pain
making him wince, The skin was still very tender and swollen. His heart
nervously beat...a claiming mark...Otabek had claimed him. The omega blushed,
and bit his lip to contain a mewl of excitement that bubbled up in his throat.
Yuri was pulled from his state of euphoria when his lower back pulsed with a
sharp twinge. The omega groaned as he crawled to the edge of the bed, feeling
around for his phone. When he finally located the device, he scrolled through
his missed calls and text messages. There were so many.. Yakov. Mila. Dedushka.
He would have to start the embarrassing calls later. He always dreaded
returning their calls after a heat.
Sorry you thought I was dead, but really I was just really busy getting fucked
for the last few days. My bad.
“Somebody come kill me...” Yuri whined as he flopped back amongst the pillows
and blankets, startling cat from his slumber. The scrunched fuzzy face butted
up against his own, and Yuri smiled at his feline companion.
“I just spent four days having sex with you; morning, noon and night. If anyone
wants to kill you, they will have to go through me, Yura.”
Yuri rolled over in the bed to see the edge of the alpha’s form. Otabek was
standing in the kitchen with his back to the omega. There was a small half wall
that slightly obscured Otabek, but Yuri could tell he was at the stove. He
could hear a low sizzling, accompanied by a slightly cheesy smell in the air.
The omega was curious as to what he was making.
“Beka?”
“I’m almost done, Yura.”
“Good because I’m starving.”
The blond reclined, pulling cat into his arms as he waited. The alpha emerged
soon, a large plate in his hands.
“I made you syrniki…” Otabek mumbled, presenting the omega with the doughy,
slightly browned balls.
Yuri raised an eyebrow, one hand inching close to the plate. The alpha smiled
nervously.
“Did I...did I do it right?”
Yuri plucked one from the plate, biting off one corner. Otabek waited as the
blond scrutinized the fried lump, chewing for what seemed like forever. “It’s
perfect, Beka.”
Otabek passed the omega the food and waited. The alpha's eyes lit up when he
saw the way the Russian smiled at the offering of dumplings in front of him,
dabbing the syrniki into a pink substance smeared on one corner of the plate
before stuffing it in his mouth. “Jam again?”
“You love jam.”
“...I’m going to get so fat,” Yuri sighed, before stuffing another warm, jam
smothered dumpling into his mouth.
I can only hope, Otabek thought with a grin as he turned, walking back to the
kitchen for another plate. “How do you feel?”
“Like garbage.”
“Impossible. You have been in my excellent care,” Otabek joked as he tidied up
the kitchen.
“I feel like a truck ran me over, and then came back to make sure the job was
done right.”
Otabek climbed back into the bed, balancing his own plate, wrapping his free
arm around the omega with a soft sigh. His fingers ghosted over Yuri’s middle,
his own stomach doing flips as he thought about his future with the omega. “I’m
sorry, Yuratchka, but I love you.”
“I love you too, Beka.”
The alpha rested his hand on the omega’s stomach, sighing as he considered his
next words carefully. “I...want to talk to you later about sealing our
bond...if you want to.”
“Yeah...we can do that.”
 
January 30th, 2013
Victor had been sitting in his car outside of the apartment for almost three
hours. He had been waiting for any chance to get Yuri alone, and the
opportunity finally presented itself when he watched Nikolai exit the building,
heading to his car with slow measured steps. He waited until the car pulled out
onto the main road to enter the building. He practically ran up the stairs to
the apartment. Victor rang the doorbell, and waited with his arm up against the
door frame. When no one answered his impatience boiled over.
“Open the fucking door, Yura,” The alpha hissed, he could feel the presence of
the omega on the other side.
The lock clicked and Yuri slowly pushed open the door, but Victor pushed his
way in. The alpha's hands cupped the soft flesh of Yuri’s ass through the
stretchy workout pants the omega wore, his foot kicking the door closed behind
him. Victor picked the omega up into his arms, walking through the apartment,
squeezing Yuri’s fleshy hips. Victor dumped Yuri onto the laminate kitchen
countertop, pawing at the zipper of Yuri’s jacket as soon as he was settled.
“Get your hands off me, Vitya.”
“Let me see them.”
Victor threw the omega’s jacket across the room, lifting the boy’s shirt...his
pups…Yuri’s hands instinctively covered his midsection, but the alpha's hands
ripped his away with a growl. Victor’s cheek immediately pressed up against the
warm skin, breathing in deeply, searching for the omega’s newly blooming
pregnancy scent. It was so faint, but it was there. Nothing potent enough to
alert anyone but the father of his pups. However, it was there; plums and
chocolate...Victor’s favorite foods. The older male was fixated on the omega.
He spread the boy’s legs, pulling down his workout pants to grant him more
access to Yuri’s lower pelvis. Victor palmed the small bump. Only three months,
but Yuri was so petite; showing at this point was unavoidable. He was going to
be perfect. A small blond angel, round and full of his children...they would
all be jealous. Everyone.
“Vitya, please stop...my grandfather will be back any minute now. He was only
going to the corner store to get more cigarettes-”
“You will not live in this apartment with that fucking beta during your
pregnancy if he’s going to smoke.”
“Please,Vitya. Please leave before he comes back...he has no clue about any of
this.”
The alpha pulled away, now was his chance. “I”ll go, but you have to come to my
apartment tomorrow after practice.”
“Fine...just leave,” Yuri whimpered as he slid off the counter, pulling his
pants back up.
Victor’s hand gave one last rub to the slight bump the omega sported before
claiming a kiss and leaving as abruptly as he arrived.
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter Summary
     Coming apart at the seams.
Chapter Notes
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March 1st, 2017
“Happy birthday, Yuratchka,” Otabek said with a grin, eyes locked to the
computer screen in front of him. Pug had wormed his way into the corner of the
frame by climbing up the alpha’s shoulder, whining pitifully when he heard the
sound of the omega’s voice.
The omega smiled, brushing his hair behind one ear. “My birthday was
yesterday.”
“You’re barely six hours ahead and here it’s still March 1st. So, allow me and
pug to have the pleasure of wishing you a happy birthday.”
The omega rolled his eyes as the small tan dog pawed at the neck of Otabek’s
sweatshirt, yipping as the alpha snatched him away, holding the pug aloft by
it’s doughy middle.
“It seems like pug is trying to be a cat,” Yuri said with a raised brow, arms
crossed over his chest.
“He just wants you to love him more,” The alpha teased as he pulled the dog
from his shoulder to rest in his lap. His hands played with the dog’s velvety
soft black ears as he chose his next words carefully. “We miss you.”
“I won’t be gone for very long,” The blond sighed, not wanting to have the
conversation again. The omega had received a roundtrip ticket from Russia to
Japan for an early birthday present from Yuuri and Yuuko back in January. Yuri
had reluctantly accepted, not wanting to spend his birthday apart from the
alpha, but the feeling he had made the wrong choice only got worse after his
heat.
“A week is a long time…”
“Beka, I’ll be back soon enough.”
“Not soon enough is more like it,” The alpha grumbled.
After their first heat together had ended, the pair had struggled to parted
ways. The alpha had stayed a few extra days, helping the omega return to
normalcy, but mostly to make sure the small blond had a warm meal everyday.
Otabek had found a new love for cooking and preparing for his omega. The whole
task gave him a bizarre satisfaction; he was in control of everything his omega
consumed...everything that went into Yuri’s body had to pass his careful
inspection. Yuri enjoyed thinking of things for the alpha to do for him,
finding glee in the way Otabek rushed to do anything the omega desired.
Otabek had even offered to buy them a bigger apartment, or even a townhouse so
they could stay together, but still have their own personal space. The alpha
had put together a list of viable options, presenting them to Yuri in a spiral
bound notebook, like a strange sort of courting gift. However, Yuri painfully
declined and told him they could discuss their plans when he returned from
Hasetsu. Yet, he made sure to bring the notebook with him...just in case he
needed something to look at on the plane ride.
____________
The time difference wasn’t too disgusting...only 6 hours, but the omega slept
most of his first day there. Katsudon and Victor had set him up in his old room
at Yu-topia, and the omega had been grateful for the quiet. However, today he
wanted to spend as much time as possible in the baths, hoping the warm water
would help him relax and ease all of the tension built up in his muscles from
his previous heat.
Yuuri had jumped at the chance to join the smaller omega, demanding to know
everything about his plans and routine ideas for the upcoming competition
season. The two talked softly in the corner of the dressing room. Victor softly
growled involuntarily as he watched the blond shed his clothing, pulling on a
robe to follow Yuuri to the outdoor bath. Yuri’s skin was mottled with
yellowing bruises that spanned from neck to ankles.
He was silent the whole time the two omegas chatted in the bath. His arms were
crossed and lips set into a thin line of disgust.
“Would either of you like tea?” The japanese omega offered suddenly, at a break
in? the conversation.
“Yes, that would be lovely, Yuuri,” Victor said with a softness that Yurio had
never heard before.
The blond wrinkled his nose as the dark haired omega left, leaving him alone
with Victor. The alpha’s eyes never left the blond’s face as Yuri actively
tried to avoid his gaze.
“We’re still bonded, incase you have somehow managed to forget,” the alpha
stated, breaking the awkward silence.
“We aren’t shit,” Yuri whispered, “Aren’t you engaged to Katsudon, anyway?”
“It’s my right as an alpha to have more than one omega.”
Yuri’s eyes were slits as he glowered at the silver haired alpha. “I”m not your
omega, and you have zero right to me...let alone any other person you sink your
filthy teeth into.”
Victor stopped himself from backhanding the omega, instead choosing to wrap his
fingers around the old scar on the blond’s exposed shoulder. His fingers dug
into the spoke he had claimed over five years ago now.
“You will always be mine,” he growled, “No matter how many times that fucking
joke of an alpha tries to mark you, he will not succeed.”
Yuri slapped his hand away, taking a step back as fear welled in the pit of his
stomach. “We aren’t compatible, we never have been.”
“You didn’t try hard enough-”
“Try hard enough?!” Yuri could barely hear his words over the buzzing of his
rage in his ears. “I was fucking eleven. You fucking raped me.”
“Your body offered itself to me. You begged me to take you.”
“I didn’t ask for you-”
“You didn’t need to, your body did all of the talking.”
“I was in heat! What in the fuck was I supposed to do?”
The alpha’s face went blank. “You did what you were supposed to do.”
February 1st, 2013
The omega had planned to go to Victor’s house the day after the alpha had
accosted him at home, but had begged the alpha to give him time. His body was a
bundle of nerves as he walked around his grandfather’s apartment, waiting for
the beta to figure out what was going on inside of his body. He had to stop
himself from touching his stomach too much, or looking at pregnancy websites on
his phone when the older male was in the room with him.
Yuri awoke to a sharp pain in his stomach and wetness that had soaked his sleep
pants. His body was tight and hot, every movement caused another wave of cramps
and pain to pulse through his pelvis.
Had he started his heat? Vitya had said he smelled pregnant…but he had never
really felt pregnant...
He walked hesitantly to the bathroom, first checking the hallway to make sure
his grandfather was nowhere in sight. After locking the door, and checking it
several times out of habit the omega decided to take a shower and use his time
under the spray to figure out what was happening with his body. His body froze
in shock after removing his pants. Blood. There was blood everywhere...and
small globs of tissue. The omega began to panic. He had nowhere to turn...he
couldn’t ask his grandfather without risking exposing his bizarre connection
with Victor, and he remembered hearing on one of the crime shows his
grandfather watched that doctors were required to report underage omega
pregnancies to the police...Yuri’s heart beat rapidly as panic overcame him.
Another sharp cramp ripped through his torso, like a stabbing pain in his
stomach.
Yuri wrapped a towel around his waist, running to grab his phone from his
bedroom, but just a swiftly returning to the bathroom; door locked tight. The
omega sobbed as he scoured the internet for what to do. Yuri wiped the mix of
tears and snot on the back of his hand as he scanned the web pages. The omega’s
fingers trembled against the screen of his phone after selecting one of the
sites; the results were grim for his situation. A pathetic sob was all he could
manage.
Just let it pass...Nature will take its course...seek medical attention if…
“Yuratchka? Are you okay in there?”
“Dedushka...I think I started my heat again.”
He could hear the beta sigh on the other side of the door. “I will call Yakov
and let him know. Try soaking in the bath for a while, Myshka.”
“Thanks…” Yuri was barely able to mumble the last part before beginning to cry.
He turned on the sink and bathtub to hide the choked sobs as his lower body was
overcome by another wave of painful cramps. He suffered alone, but feared what
would happen when Victor caught word. However, those thoughts only lasted a
moment as his mind became lost in his own loss. The emptiness that would soon
overcome his entire being. He was a failure as an omega, a failure as a mother
before even being given a chance. He had no way of knowing how this would end
of him, but all he could do was cry. Yuri buried his head in his hands,
resigning to his fate, no matter how painful it may be.
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter Summary
     Otabek being Otabek...and then there are all the rest.
Chapter Notes
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March 4th, 2017
He’d slept horribly, unable to shake the feeling of unease in his stomach that
usually dwelled inside of him whenever he was alone. His eyes refused to close,
content to stare out into the darkness. The room was too quiet, and the absence
of his partner weighed heavy on him, even though they would be reunited today.
Otabek pulled the blanket off of him as he rolled over to glance at the clock.
4:00 AM
Exactly twelve hours and thirty minutes until he needed to pick Yuri up from
the airport. Seven hours until he’d start to stress over what to make the omega
for dinner. Three hours until he exhausted himself practicing to relieve the
anxiety that roared inside him any time Yuri did something without him. Too
many hours until the blond omega was in his arms. The alpha palmed the hardness
in his sweatpants. His body was ready for Yuri to be home.
Otabek tossed and turned in the bed for another half an hour before deciding to
get up and clean again. After making his bed, he hurried about the apartment
checking everything including the three gifts that lined his kitchen counter;
each wrapped crisply in tiger patterned paper, topped with a glittering silver
bow.
Yuri had agreed to stay at the alpha’s apartment for the night before traveling
back to St. Petersburg and everything had to be perfect. Both of the small
bedrooms had been cleaned and any fabric scented with the alpha’s musk to evoke
a sense of safety for the omega. The brunette skater had a ordered a large
cake, that waited to be devoured atop a crystal pedestal in his kitchen; a
white cake with strawberry filling, small marzipan kittens for decoration on
top. Otabek had even fussed with the arrangement of the furniture for close to
an hour the night before, trying to figure out the best way to maximize the
space...in case for some reason Yuri wanted to do yoga or stretch...or fainted
after the alpha presented him with the keys to the car he had purchased the
omega for his birthday or one of the two courting gifts he’d agonized over.
Being one of the only figure skaters, and a successful one at that for the
country of Kazakhstan had its benefits…
He wasn’t exactly alone...he always had pug to keep him company, but usually
the tan, snoring lump was more content to wander off on his own to find a soft
spot to sleep than hold a conversation with the alpha, but it wasn’t like he
was even capable. After one last round of cleaning, the alpha gathered the pup
from where he laid on Otabek’s duffle bag, curling up with the animal on the
couch, waiting for the sun to come up.
_______________
“I would like for you to stay here.”
Yuri didn’t stop his packing to even acknowledge that the alpha had spoken to
him. The omega continued to stuff the folded, clean clothing, compliments of
Katsudon’s mother, into his leopard suitcase. Victor had been rude and aloof
the entire time the omega had visited, not that he had expected anything less.
The alpha had done everything in his power to belittle the blond whenever he
could get him away from the other omega. Reminding Yuri that he had claimed him
first, he was Yuri’s proper alpha and that he needed to take his place in
Victor’s pack. However, Yuri was done. He had played nice with Yuuri and Yuuko,
because they were the only ones that actually mattered. But Otabek was waiting
for him at home and he was anxious to get back to him.
“I think we need to work through this-”
“There is nothing to fucking work through, Vitya. You have Katsudon, and I have
someone waiting for me back in Russia.”
“I can have your things sent here from Russia, and we could talk with Yuuri
about welcoming you into our family as a second omega-”
“I’m not becoming a member of your fucking pack, and if you want to be all
technical and shit, it would be the fucking other way around. He’s the outsider
here. Not me,” Yuri spat as he fumbled with the zipper of the bag. “I’m
assuming this means your precious piggy has no fucking idea that you are bonded
to me? That I would be the dominant omega in our little family. That’s just
fucking biology. You can’t fucking change that.”
“I know it’s Otabek.”
Yuri paused, but only for a moment. “Yeah, good job deducing that one, fucker.
It’s none of your fucking business.”
“He won’t be able to bond with you,” Victor sneered.
“You’re full of fucking shit.”
“I have looked into it-”
“And so have I. Otabek and I have a better fucking chances of bonding than you
and Yuuri do. So good luck, asshole. You’ll have to deal with it when Katsudon
starts asking questions.”
Victor stepped into the room, closing the door behind Yuri as he calmly moved
toward the omega. His eyes narrowed as he body pulsed with contained fury.
“I mean, it’s not like we are really fucking bonded any way. Does raping a
child count as forming a pair bond-”
Yuri turned and was chest to chest with Victor. The alpha’s hand wrapped around
the blond’s throat as he growled possessively. He pushed the omega’s suitcase
off of the small futon and threw Yuri backward onto the bed. The alpha moved to
straddle the omega’s thin hips, hand still firmly around Yuri’s neck. Victor’s
teeth sunk into the clothed area of his mate’s bond mark. The omega’s mouth was
wide as his lung searching for air, body beginning to panic from the lack of
oxygen. The alpha gnawed with his full force, beginning to taste blood as it
seeped through the omega’s shirt.Yuri’s fists pounded against the alpha’s side
as he struggled to breathe. Darkness had begun creeping into the corners of his
vision when the alpha’s hand let go. The omega gasped for air as he kicked free
of Victor, sending the Alpha backward onto the floor. Victor recovered quickly,
scrambling to his feet as the omega’s hand squeezed the spot the alpha had
bitten.
“You asked for it. You begged me to bond you. I’ve never been able to get your
voice out of my head. You fucking ruined me,” Victor snapped.
“You did it to yourself,” Yuri rasped, pulling his hoodie on, ducking around
the alpha and hurrying toward the door. “I stayed quiet. I did what you fucking
told me to do. Let me fucking move on.”
“I won’t let you have another man’s pups.”
“I don’t need your permission to get fucking pregnant.”
“I guess not since you’ve decided to become a free slut to anyone who will have
you.”
“I hope Yuuri enjoys being your second choice.”
“And I hope Otabek enjoys being unable to ever fully claim you.”
Yuri threw open the door, attempting to storm out, only to succeed in slamming
into Yuuri. His green eyes widened in shock, heart pounding as he worried about
how much the omega had heard.
“Are you two okay up here?!” The Japanese omega frowned as he looked between
the two Russians. “I thought I heard something fall.”
“Yuuri, we’re fine-”
“Katsudon, I’m ready to go,” the blond grumbled as he pushed by the Japanese
omega and out the door.
“Oh...I thought you had planned on staying for lunch-”
“I have some stuff I want to do at the airport.” The Russian omega was already
half way down the hall, almost to the stairs.
“The airport? That doesn’t make a ton of sense, but…”
“Just take me. I’m ready to leave.”
Yuuri nodded, his frown becoming deeper. His eyes settled on Victor, and the
rigid stance of the alpha as he started to stalk after the Russian omega.
“Vitya…”
The silver haired man stopped, his hand moving to settle on Yuuri’s shoulder.
The omega patted the alpha’s hand, leaning over to kiss Victor softly on the
cheek. The alpha nuzzled the sweet smelling omega’s cheek. “He just doesn’t
want to go back, and I feel horrible for letting him go.”
“We could go visit him next time?”
Victor smiled, kissing his lover’s forehead softly. “Now that’s a good idea.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Breaking Through *****
Chapter Summary
     Figuring things out...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
March 4th, 2017
He could smell that something was off. From the moment Yuri got off the plane
and bounded into Otabek’s open arms with a teary look on his face, the alpha
felt a sick unease that roiled in his stomach as his nose detected the
distressed scent of the omega. He smelled sour; not like the usual buttery
sweetness that washed off his skin in waves just by standing near the alpha.
Yuri was wrapped up from head to toe, a giant red scarf at his neck, in
addition to the new black coat Otabek had gotten him as an early birthday
present, the omega would have been cute, but his tainted scent polluted
everything. However, the alpha chose not to bother him. Otabek held Yuri close,
placing his lips on the omega’s exposed neck and biting down softly.
Reassurance. Stability. Comfort.
“How was your flight?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry,” Otabek pulled Yuri closer, his heart beating heavily in his chest.
“I missed you, Yura. I missed you so much.”
“Beka,” the omega sighed softly, nuzzling the alpha’s chest.
“Let’s get coffee before we go! You could use a cup, and maybe a sweet if
you’re good as we wait for your luggage,” the alpha teased with a quick lick to
the tip of the omega’s nose.
Yuri nodded as the alpha’s arm slid down to his waist, their hips knocking
together in a comforting rhythm as Otabek guided them to a small coffee kiosk
near the baggage claim. They took a seat at one of the tables that surrounded
the small cart and waited for Yuri’s checked bag to make an appearance on the
spinning luggage carousel. The omega picked at the flakey crust of a small
croissant, dower mood causing the alpha to worry.
“Is something wrong?”
“Just sleep deprivation, and I just want to be back in my own bed.”
“You don’t want to spend the night at my apartment tonight?” the alpha asked
cautiously.
“Your bed is my bed, Beka.”
The alpha grinned, reaching across the table to squeeze Yuri’s hand.
“Good because Pug has missed you as well, and I went and picked up Cat the
other day. So, the family can all be together.”
Yuri rolled his eyes, but smiled at the alpha’s commitment to their family
unit. Otabek pulled his surprise for the omega from his jacket pocket. He had
brought the smallest box of the three he had planned to give Yuri as a courting
gift, sliding it across the slick surface to the omega, hardly able to hide the
grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“I got you a few things, and figured I could give you the first one now...maybe
to lift your spirits?”
“What is it?” the blond asked dully as he removed the lid of his coffee,
blowing softly at the steam that rose from the cup.
“You could open it to find out,” Otabek said with a smile as he gently pushed
the gift into Yuri’s hands.
“I’ll just wait until we get home.”
“Ummm, you should probably open it...now.”
“Well, if that's what you wanted you should have just said so,” Yuri scowled,
ripping at the paper. He shook the lid off the small box, as a set of keys fell
with a metallic clack on the table’s surface. “What in the fuck are those?”
Otabek frowned. “I got you a-”
“I know what they are. You got me a fucking car?! Beka, that is way too
expensive,” the omega shouted with an excited wave of his hands, knocking over
his coffee in the process. “Oh, fuck, Beka!”
The alpha jumped to his feet to avoid the hot coffee that spread across the
table’s surface from Yuri’s now empty cup. One of the coffee kiosk’s employees
ran over with a towel, sopping up the mess as the blond fussed with the
keyring, shaking it grumpily in the alpha’s face.
“Why, Beka? You’re so fucking crazy.”
“I wanted to get you one...so you could visit more often, and not have to take
the bus.”
A blush spread across the omega’s face as his angry gaze melted slowly as he
saw the earnest sweetness in the alpha’s dark brown eyes.
“You are too much,” Yuri grumbled as he pocketed the keys and pulled Otabek
into a hug.
The alpha smiled into the omega’s hair and he crushed the smaller boy’s body
against his own. When Otabek pulled away, he noticed a damp spot on his stomach
from where the end of Yuri’s scarf had been sandwiched between them.
“Yura, I think your scarf got coffee on it. You should take it off before it
stains your shirt.”
“No,” Yuri barked, fingers tightening around the red fabric with a steely glare
to the alpha. “I’m just really cold right now, Beka.”
“I’m sorry,” Otabek mumbled, before looking over to notice people beginning to
gather around the luggage retrieval. “Let’s go get your bag Yura, and go home,
you seem over tired today.”
Yuri nodded, leaning against Otabek as they walked to collect his bag. “I’m
sorry for snapping.”
“Shhhhhh. It’s fine. You can sleep in the taxi on the way to the apartment,”
Otabek said softly, pulling Yuri tightly against him, slowly thinking through a
way to find out what was bothering the omega. He would find out.
 
February 2nd, 2013
Victor finished his third run through of his short routine before beginning to
wonder where Yuri was. The omega never missed practice, and they had agreed
that he would be coming over to the alpha’s apartment after practice today to
discuss their...situation. He did one last lap around the rink before skating
over the where Yakov stood with a small group of children, barking at the
children to quiet down and form a line to begin their group practice.
“Isn’t Yuri coming today?” Victor asked trying to sound not nearly as concerned
as he was.
“His grandfather called me last night. He started his heat again.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate.”
“I’m going to have to talk with him about getting on suppressants if he wants
to keep competing. He can’t miss a week of practice every other month because
of this shit if he wants to be serious about skating,” the older alpha grunted.
Victor nodded, leaving the ice without another word to Yakov. He walked into
the locker room and sank down onto the closest wooden bench, before hanging his
head in his hands.
In heat?! There was no way Yuri could possibly be in heat. Victor had smelled
the change in his scent clear as day. He had seen the soft swell of the omega’s
pelvis, hinting at the growth of his pups within the blond. The alpha’s breath
burned deep in his lungs as the struggled to breath and his heart raced,
considering all the things that could have happened. His eyes squinted against
the harsh locker room lighting as it hit him. He did it. He had to of... The
alpha had no idea how Yuri had managed it, but the omega had killed their
children. Victor knew the child would be too ungrateful to be a parent, most
likely looking up some way to do a backyard abortion on the internet to avoid
remaining pregnant. The idea sickened him. The alpha felt tears prick at the
corners of his eyes as he thought about the loss, but his sadness was quickly
replaced with anger. Deep seated anger towards Yuri. He had to see the omega
now, and with that the alpha packed up his duffle bag, heading straight to
Yuri’s apartment to see what was happening for himself.
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***** Downward Spiral *****
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April 27th, 2017
He had been livid since receiving Yakov’s email earlier that morning. It was
amazing how much the two lines of the short email had lit a fire within him.
Yuri is pregnant. Come home.
“Victor, please calm down,” Yuuri begged, from the spot he was perched on their
bed.
“How can I?! Yuri is just throwing his career away for that fucking Kazakh
alpha.”
“Having a child doesn’t mean he’s throwing away his career. Do you even know if
he plans on keeping it?” the Japanese omega asked quietly.
“I heard from Georgi that Yakov was going to try to get his grandfather to
press charges, and I honestly wouldn’t blame him for doing so.”
“What is the age of consent in Russia anyway - “
“Sixteen. He knocked him up before he was old enough.”
“That is such a vulgar phrase, Victor. Please don’t talk about Yurio like
that.”
“All I am saying is that he needs to really consider the situation he’s gotten
himself into. Otabek can’t support him!” Not as well as I could.
“Otabek seems very responsible for his age.”
“Obviously not!” I’m going to murder the bastard once I see him.
“Victor, please-”
“He’s made such a fucking mistake, Yuuri.” So he won’t have my pups, but he’ll
have this inferior alpha’s?
“I bet he knows that by now since all of you seem more than ready to gang up on
him.”
“He’s an excellent skater, and he’s ruining his future.” Our future.
The alpha was pacing around the small room he and Yuuri shared. His fingers had
the same familiar numbness that had been plaguing him from weeks now, but in
this moment they seemed worse. It all made so much sense now. The alpha had
know that Yuri was sleeping around with Otabek, but had not imagined that the
blond would have taken things this far. If Yuri was indeed pregnant, it had
certainly been planned by the omega just to spite him. Victor’s eyes were
narrowed in anger and betrayal as he tried to rationalize the whole situation.
“What was he even fucking thinking!?” He’s so stupid.
“He’s a kid, Victor. He probably wasn’t thinking…”
“No shit,” the alpha grumbled, stalking over to the closet to look for his
suitcase. “I have to go help Yakov deal with this.” I have to figure out why my
omega thought this kind of behavior would be tolerated.
“I’ll come with you,” Yuuri said quietly, as he rose from the bed to stand at
Victor’s side, one hand moving to rest gently on the alpha’s back as Victor
hunched over, rummaging through the pile of winter clothes and bags. “But, I’m
not going to let you act like an idiot.”
The alpha gave a curt nod, before diving back into the closet. “Thank you,
Yuuri.” Don’t get in my way.
April 1st, 2017
“I think I’m pregnant…”
The alpha paused, the dish he was washing softly held in one hand as he turned
to face the blond. “What was that?”
“Pregnant. Me. I think...” Yuri said with a little more force, waiting at the
edge of the kitchen for Otabek to have some kind of reaction. The omega’s
fingers played with the hem of his baggy sweater as he tried to gauge the
alpha’s face. However, Otabek was unreadable.
The pair had been at odds for close to three weeks since Yuri had returned from
Japan. The alpha had almost lost control when he saw the dark marks around the
omega’s neck once the blond had removed his scarf, demanding to know what had
caused them. The answer was obvious, but Yuri had refused to say it out loud.
Instead the conversation had ended in an awkward silence, the issue still
hanging in the air between them as Otabek had been unable to push his growing
hatred for Victor from his mind. The Kazakh alpha wasn’t stupid by any stretch
of the imagination. He was well aware that the Russian alpha had put his hands
on Yuri, but was unable to process why the omega was protecting him. They had
been dancing around the subject, but Otabek had planned to address it again
later this evening. However, this news was a game changer. His gut reaction had
been an unpleasant one...wanting more than anything to ask the omega if he was
sure the child was his. Yet, he knew when Yuri’s last heat had been, he’d spent
the whole week with the omega and knew that the pup growing inside the blond
was his.
However, the excitement and happiness flooded his system without a second
thought to the parentage of the child in question. Otabek was unable to stop
himself as he quickly crossed the space between them, pulling the omega into
his arms. The alpha’s face was split with a huge grin as he kissed the blond on
both cheeks. His hand slid automatically to Yuri’s stomach, his palm sliding
over the flat area with wonder. The alpha was consumed with pride. His whole
body was electrified with an overwhelming energy that made him want to carry
Yuri room to room, all across the city announcing to every passerby that the
blond was pregnant. He was going to be a father, they were going to be parents.
The alpha struggled to tame his excitement, coming back down from his high to
realize they were still standing there in the kitchen, his hand still fixed to
the omega’s stomach.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his nose inhaling the blond’s scent, there
wasn’t huge shift in his pattern, but maybe it was still early.
“I think so...but I’ve made an appointment to find out.”
“I want to be there-”
“I know,” the blond interjected, nuzzling his face into the soft fabric of
Otabek’s hooded sweatshirt.
“I know these last few weeks have been difficult, but maybe this is what we
need to get back on track,” the alpha said quietly, hands still idly pressing
against the omega’s stomach, as if he were suddenly going to discover the baby
floating deep inside.
“Yeah,” Yuri mumbled, not wanting to reopen the subject for discussion.
“I love you, Yura,” the alpha said with a kiss to the omega’s forehead.
“I love you too, Beka.”
February 2nd, 2013
The beta turned down the volume of his news program as a sharp knock sounded at
his door, echoing in the quiet partment. Shuffling across the room, Nikolai
answered the door with a grumble.
“I”m here to see Yuri, if he’s available.”
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***** Looking Glasss *****
Chapter Summary
     Two very different omega's.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
April 26th, 2017
Be grateful.
You’re plain.
You’re nothing special.
You’ll be alone forever.
Be grateful.
“Be grateful, Yuuri,” his mother had said on many occasions. “Victor is a great
alpha who will take care of you.”
What his mother really meant was: Be grateful anyone looks at you. Be grateful
for the mediocre talent you possess. Be grateful for Victor, he could have
anyone, but has chosen a pathetic omega like you. People like you are not
allowed to be jealous or presumptuous. Count your blessings that he saw
something in you that kept his attention for more than just a fleeting moment.
Yuuri had been told to be grateful for most of his entire life, and it had
gotten worse since the alpha had arrived. Everyone told him he was lucky, so
fortunate to have Victor not just as a coach, but as a lover. The side glances
and backwards compliments of how well they just fit together did nothing to
calm the sea of self loathing that thrashed with unrest on the inside of his
body. The omega honestly struggled to wade through the people who were truly
happy, and those who secretly counted the moments, waiting for Victor to decide
he was done with the Japanese omega. However, for the time being he was
Victor’s omega, an object of beauty to be treasured and protected. Yet, when he
looked at himself in the mirror each day, he didn’t feel that way. He was
constantly waiting...waiting for the bottom to fall out of this perfect
situation that presented itself to him.
But was it perfect? Not by any stretch of the Japanese omega’s mind was this
the situation he had fantasized about as a child after presenting. What
bothered him most were the secrets.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew there was a strange tension between Victor and Yuri
that prickled the hair on the back of his neck when he thought about it too
hard. Yuuri saw the looks Victor gave the small omega, his eyes sparkling with
excitement when the blond performed. He knew he could smell the dull traces of
the alpha’s scent on the small blond whenever they sat close to each other
around the table if Victor wasn’t there for dinner with the two omegas. Yuuri’s
sense of smell had always been better than most of those around him…Yuri
Plisetsky always faintly smelled like Victor, and it made the older omega’s
heart sink.
He knew they were bound in some way, something weak and feeble, but it hung
there in the air between the two Russians like a conversation left unsaid, both
of them trying to communicate without words, like an argument that still
festered in the very cores of the two men.
He knew, but he didn’t want this knowledge. He wished he wasn’t as perceptive,
and could just allow himself to be oblivious to the whole situation with Yuri
and Victor.
Yuuri only wanted to cling to what he had; what he should be grateful for.
Victor’s attention; Victor’s love...if that’s what it even was.
The omega slowly rummaged through his closet, looking for his warmest articles
of clothing to pack of their flight to Russia in the morning. Earlier he had
listened quietly as Victor had spoken to who he could only assume was Yakov in
a deep growling tone, assuming the two were planning on accosting Yuri upon the
alpha’s arrival to St. Petersburg.
Yuuri couldn’t help but feel a small spark of jealousy, that he had tried
several times to put an end to since hearing the news of the blond omega’s
pregnancy. He couldn’t shake the thought, it nagged endlessly like a constant
whine in his ears. They had tried twice now, and nothing… Yet, this child,
someone unready...unfit to be a parent was expecting. Yuuri had hopes that
getting pregnant with Victor’s pups would have been what he needed to cement
the alpha’s position in his life, it was the one thing in his life fueled by
instinct; the one thing that above all else should be second nature, but it
wasn’t.
“Yuuri?” The omega spun to see Victor hovering by the door, one hand resting on
the wooden frame. “Are you almost done packing?”
The omega smiled as he pulled a blue sweater from the closet, stuffing it into
the duffle before tossing the bag to the floor. “Yep, we should get ready for
bed. I’m sure you must be exhausted.”
The alpha nodded and moved to be close to the omega, wrapping his arms around
Yuuri’s middle before pulling him close, the omega noting the slight gap
between them at their chests. “Thank you for supporting me in this, Yuuri.”
The omega bridged the distance between them, laying his head on Victor’s
shoulder. “Of course, how could I not?”
April 7th, 2017
“How many do you think are in there?” the alpha asked as his fingertips prodded
the ghostly flesh of Yuri’s stomach. The pair was stretched out on Yuri’s bed,
cat prowling around the mound of pillows Yuri was propped up on. Otabek’s head
was pressed to Yuri’s stomach, one ear trying hard to listen for some sort of
sign, only hearing the strange rumblings of the omega’s stomach, “Maybe there’s
a monster in there…”
“Beka, it’s way too early to tell,” the blond grumbled, “And be gentle, I’m
nauseous as fuck and your fingers are hurting me.”
“I’m sorry, Yura.”
“It’s fine, just watch how hard you push...it’s delicate right now.”
“There are at least three in there,” the alpha said with a grin, looking up a
Yuri in hopes of getting a rise out of the blond.
The omega shook with laughter as Otabek looked away, lips ghosted over his
skin, planting a small kiss just below Yuri’s belly button, “You’re fucking
crazy. There is one baby in there, Beka.”
“No way, at tomorrow’s doctor appointment they will tell you and you’ll see.
I’m sure we have a whole brood in there,” the alpha replied as he rubbed his
hand carefully over the omega’s midsection, “You’re going to be huge.”
“Here,” Yuri said softly as he moved the alpha’s hand to sit lower on his
pelvis. His smaller hand guided the older skater’s to the small spot that Yuri
had become fixated on each time he looked in the mirror, “The baby would be
more in this area...if you’re trying to feel it...them...whatever.”
“Näreste,” the alpha whispered, the word almost like a prayer on his lips as he
nuzzled the skin, enjoying the sweet scent of his omega.
The blond felt tears welling in the corners of his emerald eyes as he watched
the Kazakh man speak in hushed tones to the hardly noticeable swell of his
stomach.
“What are you saying to them?” Yuri asked softly.
“Just telling them how much I already love them,” the alpha responded without
looking up.
“We won’t let them forget that,” Yuri said as he threaded his fingers through
the soft strands of Otabek’s undercut, “Will we?”
“Never.”
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***** Bond *****
Chapter Summary
     What happened that day. Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage and bodily
     fluids.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
February 2nd, 2013
Nikolai stepped to the side to allow Victor into the small entryway of his
apartment. The beta eyed the alpha warily as Victor removed his coat and hung
it near the door, slightly perturbed with the level of familiarity the alpha
was exhibiting toward his home. His annoyance only grew stronger as Victor
brushed past Nikolai, heading into the living room with his arms crossed
tightly over his chest. The beta took a drag from his cigarette as he followed
the alpha, eyes narrowed.
The small black and white box tv buzzed in the corner of the room next to a
large orange arm chair, the quick staccato reciting of news coverage filled the
space. The apartment smelled mild, nothing like the sweetness that had attached
itself to every surface when the alpha had devoured the young omega’s body
during his first heat. Victor wrinkled his nose, and was certain that Yuri’s
excuse was a lie. He turned to look at the beta, his face a mask of concern,
eyes widening to feign surprise.
“Where is Yuri?” the alpha asked with mock worry as his eyes scanned the room
for any place the omega could be hiding in plain sight, before settling on the
smaller form of the beta in front of him. “Yakov told me he was having issues,
and with our first competitions coming up soon, I wanted to check on him.”
“Check on him?”
“Yes, Yakov said you sounded worried when you called. So, I assumed something
might be wrong with him.”
Nikolai nodded. “Just starting his heat and suffering from poor timing, but
what can you do?” the old beta said with a shrug.
Victor nodded as he brushed his hair out of his eyes “Where is he? I can hardly
smell his scent.”
“He’s been in his room,” the beta said, reaching for an ashtray that sat on a
small table next to his armchair to tap out his cigarette. “It’s only his
second heat, but it’s been two months since the last one I think. His heats are
already so irregular, but so were his mother’s when she first presented.”
“That’s so unfortunate…Hopefully, he will even out, but I’m sure it will take a
few years.”
“That seems to be the way it works, I just hope it won’t ruin his chances at a
competitive career.”
“You could put him on suppressants?” Victor asked gently, slowly edging toward
the hallway. He knew the omega’s room had to be somewhere down there.
“I agree, I’m just lucky Yuri has people like you and Yakov that understand. He
really is serious about his training. I just can’t bring myself to put him on
suppressants this young.”
Nikolai situated himself between the hallway and the alpha.
“Is his room down there?”
“Yes, but what business do you have with him, alpha?” the beta said in a low
tone.
Victor’s face did nothing to betray him. He remained calm and collected as he
spoke his next words carefully, “I’m just concerned is all and I told Yakov I
would talk to him today about some of the things he needed to work on when he
gets back to practice.”
They were at an impasse. Victor stood tall, eyes focused on the smaller beta as
he blocked the alpha’s path toward where the omega was hiding.
“Is there a problem with that?” Victor asked with a slight cock of his head to
the side.
“No problem.”
“Well then…” Victor said with a gesture to the three doors that lined the small
corridor.
“Second door on the left. Keep your hands to yourself and leave the door open.
He’s just a child and this is my house.”
“Of course,” Victor said softly, one hand patting the beta’s shoulder as he
headed down the hallway. “I understand your concern.”
If you only knew.
He was curled up into a small ball in the center of his bed, the covers pulled
tightly around him as he tried not to breathe. Maybe Victor would just leave…
Yuri heard the door open, and the quiet footfalls of someone as he soon felt
the bed dip under a person’s weight, a hand settling on his back. The omega
flinched when he felt fingers grabbing the blanket, wrenching it away with a
sharp tug to expose Yuri to the dim light of his bedroom. He closed his eyes,
burying his face into a pillow, knowing good and well that Victor was looking
at him.
“Yura, how are you feeling?” the alpha said quiety, fingers ghosting over the
soft planes of the omega’s face. “Let me see those pretty green eyes.”
Yuri’s body went ridged as Victor’s scent curled around him.
“Why are you hiding from me, kotyonok?” Victor said with a smile as he
playfully tugged on the pillow, pulling it free of the omega’s grasp to toss it
on the other side of the bed.
The omega said nothing as his eyes slitted open, choosing to stare blankly at
the wall in front of him as the alpha leaned over his prone form.
“There you are,” Victor said, voice dripping with sugary sweetness. He could
smell the beta’s scent lingering in the hallway, and could hear the quiet
breathing of the older man close by. “You look so pale.”
The alpha’s hand gently brushed the blond’s hair from his face, as he leaned
closer, lips pressing softly to the blond’s neck. Victor continued his gentle
pratter until he heard the beta retreat to the living room and could no longer
smell the older man outside the threshold to the small room.
“What did you fucking do?” the alpha growled in a hushed tone as he rolled Yuri
onto his back, shoving the blond’s shoulders against the mattress, fingers
digging into the dark grey fabric of the omega’s sweater. His free hand shot up
to cover Yuri’s mouth as a pained whimper escaped his lips. “Be quiet, we don’t
want your poor grandfather to come running and see something that would just
send his poor old heart over the edge, now would we?”
“I didn’t do anything,” the omega said as his hands clawed at Victor’s, trying
to break free of the alpha’s grasp.
“You’re a fucking killer,” Victor hissed, one hand slipping from the omega’s
shoulders to wrap around the thin line of Yuri’s neck. “What did you do? Drink
something? Take some pills that hurt them? Get some other alpha to fuck our
pups out of you like the fucking slut you are?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know what happened… I just woke up and I was bleeding.”
Victor’s blue eyes were a haze of fury and disgust. “You’re lying.”
Yuri stared up at Victor with a mix of fear and shame, his eyes wide with
terror as a sharp cramp caused pain to ripple through the omega’s pelvis.
Yuri’s teeth were grit, as he tried to walk away, only to have Victor step in
front of him, blocking the doorway. The blond turned away from the alpha, and
crawled to sit in the middle of the mattress.
“Vitya, please stop.”
“You’re a fucking liar-”
“Stop it,” Yuri protested weakly, pushing the alpha away from him as he darted
to stand on the opposite side of the bed, Victor following close behind him.
The alpha stood chest to chest with the omega. His taller form looming over the
blond’s.
“You’re pathetic-”
“Just look...just take a look and you’ll see,” Yuri said bitterly, voice tight
as his hand grabbed one of the alpha’s, moving it to cup the omega’s bottom. “I
didn’t do anything. It just happened...I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”
The alpha tugged at the black fleece sweatpants that Yuri was wearing, his hand
traveled to the soft flesh of the omega’s rear only to find the edge of a
towel. The small cloth was rolled up between the younger skater’s cheeks, damp
and sticky. He pulled his hand back to see the thick mucusy blood that clung to
his fingertips. He wiped the sticky substance on the bare, milky skin of the
omega’s back before pulling his pants back up.
Victor felt his stomach turn at the sight of the blood, his omega’s blood… The
alpha shook his head, not know where that last thought came from, pushing it to
the far corner of his mind to think about later.
“You’re so thin,” the alpha huffed as the tip of his elbow nudged the omega’s
ribcage, causing Yuri to stumble back onto the bed. “No wonder our pups
couldn’t survive.”
“I’m sorry.”
It felt like something inside of the omega snapped. Yuri covered his mouth as
he began to cry, tears pouring from his eyes as he squeezed them shut, silently
begging his body to stop betraying him. He had resolved to stay strong while
Victor was here, but he was failing...just like his body was failing. “I’m
sorry I killed our babies.”
He looked so pathetic. So alone and so in need of comfort. Victor’s skin
tingled as he moved to touch the omega’s hair, recoiling quickly as the child
continued to sob, his thin shoulders shaking with each choked breath. He
couldn’t bring himself to touch the omega. Instead he retreated inward, masking
his own fear and timidness with disgust for the blond.
“We can continue this discussion another day...when your grandfather isn’t here
to potentially interrupt,” the alpha stopped, looking down at the child. His
emotions were warring on the inside as he fought the urge to comfort Yuri. “Lay
down.”
Yuri nodded, but remained paralyzed on the edge of the bed, staring up at the
alpha with watery green eyes. “I’m sorry, Vitya.”
 
Victor turned, leaving the omega without another word. As he entered the
livingroom where Nikolai sat, he gave the older man a sad nod before collecting
his coat.
“He really seems so unhappy,” the beta mumbled as he lit another cigarette.
“He just needs an alpha to take care of him.”
“What, someone like you?” Nikolai snorted.
“No,” Victor said quietly as he moved to leave. “He needs someone nothing like
me.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Summit *****
Chapter Summary
     It's all downhill from here.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
April 28th, 2017
The snow fell in giant clumps as the pair made their way to Yuri’s first doctor
appointment. Otabek had insisted upon coming despite Yuri’s grumblings about
the alpha missing practice. The blond had been on edge for the past two weeks
since learning he was pregnant. The thought of having to explain to his coaches
about why he would be taking a season off made the omega’s hands grow clammy
with a sick nervousness that took far too long to ease. He knew the divorced
couple had never had children, but hoped that since Lilia was so close to him
that she would understand and potentially even be excited for him. However, he
knew not to invest too much into that fantasy.
Yuri had bit the bullet, so to speak, a few days ago, rattling off a short text
to Yakov saying he was out of commission for the next nine months and that he
wasn’t sure when he would be back to the rink. He assumed the older man would
be smart enough to put it all together and sure enough had tried calling the
omega. After his seventeenth attempt was sent to voicemail, he seemed to
understand that Yuri had no desire to talk about it.
The blond decided to hide in his new apartment with Otabek in case the Russian
coach came looking for him. Yuri had contacted his grandfather, to set up a
time to tell him in person over dinner. Food always seemed to ease any signs of
tension in the Plisetsky household growing up, and if the beta knew something
was going on, he was playing dumb very well. The pair would be meeting with him
in the days following the appointment, giving Yuri enough time to plan out
exactly what he wanted to say...and enough to stress over whether or not it was
perfect.
The waiting room was oddly empty, but then again they had one of the first
appointments of the day, requesting the early time so Otabek could sneak in a
little practice afterward. Their nurse was a small beta woman with large brown
eyes that reminded Yuri of Otabek’s. She smiled when the couple bickered back
and forth about when Yuri could have conceived, laughing gently as she asked
the omega to stand on the scale to get his weight.
“I’ve gained three pounds,” Yuri said softly, wrinkling his nose as he stepped
down.
“You are looking great so far. Weight gain at this point will be pretty
minimal.However, since you’re so petite you’ll see it start to pick up soon.”
“Hopefully not too much weight,” the omega grumbled as he followed the beta
nurse into the examination room.
“I want you to get fat,” Otabek said with a smile as he took the omega’s heavy
coat, hovering close to Yuri as he moved to lay back on the small exam table.
“Shut the fuck up, Beka,” Yuri barked, grumbling to himself as the nurse
struggled to suppress a laugh. “You aren’t funny, not even a little bit.”
“Well we don’t want too much weight gain, Mr.Altin. An excess could lead to
back problems or mandatory late term bed rest,” the nurse chimed in as she
began to rub cool gel gently onto the omega’s stomach.
“Are you going to carry my ass around everywhere if that happens?” the blond
said with a smirk.
“Of course, Yura,”
“I have a witness now, so you won’t be able to get out of it,” the omega said
as he gestured to the nurse.
“Okay Mr.Plisetsky, let’s take a look at what is going on inside of you.”
Yuri stared at the small screen with a frown. All he could see was what looked
like black and white clumps of jelly as the nurse gently pressed on his abdomen
with the machine. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but this wasn’t
it. There was no magical feeling like he had seen in the movies. It was all
just a giant let down as he tried harder to visualize a baby in the best of
splotchy blobs.
“Am I supposed to be able to tell what I’m looking at…”
“Shhhh,” Otabek said as his fingers slotted between the omega’s with a
reassuring squeeze. “That oval in the top corner is where they are.”
Yuri smiled as he glanced to the alpha. The Kazakh man’s eyes were fixated on
the screen, a goofy grin stretched across his face as his eyes tracked the wave
like movement of Yuri’s uterus. His heart fluttered with happiness over the
alpha’s excitement, giving Otabek’s hand a gentle squeeze as the nurse finished
the ultrasound.
“Everything looks normal so far. I’m going to take some measurements and the
doctor will go over everything with you. I can give you a printout before you
leave today.”
“We would love one, or more...if that’s possible,” the alpha interjected with a
chuckle. “I want one of my own-”
“Beka don’t be so demanding-”
“You can have as many printouts of your baby as you like gentlemen.”
“Baby,” Yuri said softly. “There’s only one?”
“Yes, Mr. Plisetsky. There is just a single pup, but it looks like it is a good
size for how far along you are.”
“Oh, thank god,” Yuri groaned as he wiped the goo from his stomach before
pulling down his sweater. “There’s only one.”
“Don’t sound so excited, Yura,” Otabek said as he pressed a quick kiss to the
omega’s cheek before helping the blond into his coat. “There is plenty of time
for more pups, but this one is a great start.”
The nurse smiled as she handed the pair three printouts. The black and white
images had the small area where the baby was located circled, a line next to
the small sac showed how long it was already. “Congratulations.”
After going over risks and warnings, they left the doctor’s office and began
the trek home. Otabek drove slowly over the slick snow covered road as Yuri
stared out the window, one of the ultrasound photos clutched in his gloved
hand.
“Are you excited?” Otabek asked, breaking the silence between them.
“Of course, just nervous.”
“It’s all going to be great, Yura.”
“If you say so…”
Otabek pulled the car into the dark parking lot, holding tightly to Yuri’s
elbow as they walked the now icy asphalt to the front door of their building.
As they made their way up the three floors to the apartment, Yuri began to
consider how later in his pregnancy there was no way this would even be an
option. He was still in great physical shape now and still found himself
breathing heavily by the time they made it to their floor, there would be no
way he’d be making this trek while carrying around a bunch of extra weight, let
alone groceries or anything else they might need in the apartment. As they
rounded the corner, exiting the stairwell to begin heading down their hallway,
the omega froze. Otabek bumped into his back with a gentle tud and a laugh as
he wrapped his arms around Yuri.
“We’ve almost made it to the couch, and now you want to stop for a break?”
“We need to go back to the car,” the omega said quickly as he tried to push the
alpha off of him and back into the stairwell.
“Yura, what’s wrong?”
“Just open your fucking eyes and you’ll see what’s wrong. We need to go before
they notice us. Beka move.”
The alpha’s eyes scanned down the hall, widening in shock when he noticed the
small group gathered outside of what appeared to be their apartment. They stood
in a small circle talking amongst themselves, too engrossed in their own
conversation to notice the pair. Yuri ducked back into the stairwell, turning
to pull Otabek along with him. The alpha shook his hand away, eyes narrowing
for a moment before looking toward where the omega hid.
“I’m going to go see what they want-”
“You fucking know what they want, Beka.”
“You can stay here,” the alpha said quietly as he began to stalk away. “I’m
going to handle this.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Hold Up *****
Chapter Summary
     To ever feel this worthless...How did it come down to this?
Chapter Notes
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February 7th, 2013
The omega hardly slept, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice. His body was
unhappy with him, and it made its feelings well known as pain rippled through
the omega’s lower body at all hours of the day. Yuri had read articles online
about how awful it would be, but had never guessed it would be this bad. It had
been similar to what he would have assumed being stabbed would feel like. Some
of the medical websites he had looked at claimed that moving around would help
to ease his discomfort. It had taken several days for the pain in Yuri’s pelvis
to dull enough for him to tolerate walking around the apartment without wanting
to scream.
However, the sadness kept him from doing much of anything. He kept mostly to
himself, spending a lot of time staring at the ceiling or at the bright lock
screen of his phone.Yuri was unable to bring himself to even do anything on the
device. He silently wished for Victor to call him...or even text him; just
something to let the omega know that he cared. The more he put his mind on the
alpha, the stronger the omega’s sadness became. His new found depression was
crippling, worse than any pain. If his grandfather had any idea of what he was
going through the older man chose to say nothing and Yuri had never been more
grateful.
Yuri returned to practice after almost a week, he had barely had time to lace
up his skates before being accosted by his coach. Yakov grumbled lowly about
getting on suppressants and how he needed to consider how being an omega would
affect his career if he didn’t start taking his health seriously as Yuri
stepped out onto the ice. The older man’s voice was nothing but buzzing in the
omega’s ears as Yuri’s green eyes watched Victor skate leisurely around the
edge of the practice rink, slowly coming toward him. The silver haired alpha
was chatting with Mila as he skated close to where Yuri stood. The omega pushed
away from the wall and Yakov, skating out toward the pair with his arms crossed
over his chest. Victor’s eyes met Yuri’s for only a moment before they looked
the omega up and down slowly.
“Welcome back, Yura,” he said with a smile. “Heat over I assume?”
“Victor, don’t be rude,” Mila said sharply.
“I was just wanting to know how Yuri was doing. Just caring about his well
being-”
“I’m feeling as good as I can I guess,” Yuri said with a frown and a glare
directed at Victor. “I’m just ready to get back to work.”
“Oh really?” Victor asked with a slight cock of his head. “You’re going to
start being more serious-”
“Vitya, you have practice to do,” Mila said with a playful shove to the older
skater, moving to stand between the alpha and omega. “Stop picking on Yuri and
go.”
“If you insist,” Victor chuckled.
Yuri blushed as Victor casually winked at him from over Mila’s shoulder before
skating away to the opposite side of the rink. The blond frowned deeply as he
tried not to stare at the alpha as Mila slung an arm around the omega’s
shoulder.
“Don’t let him get to you,” she said quietly. “I know it must suck having to go
through all that...stuff...but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
“Thanks, Mila,” Yuri mumbled as he skated away from the beta and did a small
lap around the rink.
Yuri’s practice was uneventful. Yakov allowed him to easily work through his
routine alone while the older man supervised some of the other skaters at the
same time. The blond was grateful for the space and took the time to try and
get used to the way his body was reacting to the movements in his free skate.
His legs felt shaky as he tried not to think about Victor, as he tried not to
think about the pups he had failed to carry. After an hour he decided to call
it a day. His heart just wasn’t in it at the moment.
Yuri was waiting for his grandfather to pick him up when Victor approached him
again. The blond was sitting in the stands that circled the rink, watching
Yakov struggle to wrangle his younger students.
“Enjoying the show?” Victor asked with a smile as he sat down next to Yuri.
“It’s just kinda sad,” Yuri said softly, trying not to look at Victor, his
green eyes focused on the dusty floor in front of him.
“Maybe we’ll have kids that Yakov can teach some day.”
Yuri’s head turned sharply as he glared at the alpha through narrowed green
eyes. “Why would you even say something-”
“You’re not broken,” Victor said coldly. “ So, we will just have to try again
when you are ready...we bonded, and I’m fine with keeping you as my omega.”
“What about my feelings? I didn’t ask for this-”
“But you did,” Victor said with an eerie calm. “You asked me to bond with you.
You begged for my knot.”
“I was fucking in heat! I didn’t even know what I was asking for.”
“It’s too late now. We will have to make this work,” Victor said quietly as he
leaned closer to Yuri. “I’ve heard trying to break bond is some of the worst
pain you can ever experience.”
Yuri turned away, unwilling to listen to anything else Victor said to him. He
checked the time on his phone before quickly standing up. “My grandfather
should be here.”
Victor watched the omega leave, nose wrinkled in annoyance as the blond hurried
down the steps. Yuri Plisetsky was going to have his pups.
 
April 28th, 2017
Yuri’s heart was pounding as he watched his alpha walk away, gently closing the
door behind him as Otabek stalked down the hall. The blond didn’t have to get
any closer to know who was waiting at the door to their apartment, dread and
fear pooling in the pit of his stomach as he tried not anticipate what could be
coming next. Anything could happen if he was being honest with himself, but he
dared to push his darkest thoughts to the back of his mind and hope that Otabek
would handle everything for the best.
The idea of being forced to live in Japan had crossed Yuri’s mind several times
since he had returned from his trip. If Victor had commanded him to stay during
his last visit, he would have had no choice. He was still technically Victor’s
omega, even if they had never made their claim public and even if the alpha had
marked him at such a young age. The blond had always carried with him so much
shame with him all these years. When he considered the faded bond mark on his
neck his stomach always seemed to grow cold. Yuri hadn’t told Otabek, and hoped
he would never have to. The blond was just hoping Otabek would be able to bond
with him after the birth of their child.
The omega pressed his back to the cold concrete wall of the stair well and
hoped that Otabek would just peacefully send them away...he would even settle
for not so peacefully at this point if it meant that he would never have to see
Victor’s face again, but he knew that the alpha wouldn’t give up so easily.
Yuri had felt the pain each time the Kazakh man had bit him, attempting to
state his claim on the Russian omega and the blond knew that Victor would have
felt it as well. The first time it had felt like a searing knife into one of
his temples, the second like a strange numbness in his hands and each time
after that the pain had seemed to taper off. Less and less, until now he could
barely recognize it.
Yuri sighed as he checked his phone. It had already been a few minutes and
nothing had happened. As he moved to peek his head around the door, a cold hand
wrapped around his thin wrist with a sharp squeeze.
“Were you waiting for me?”
Yuri’s face paled as he turned to look to where the voice had came from, quick
coming chest to chest with Victor, the silver haired alpha looking down at him
with calm blue eyes.
“I-”
“You are coming back to Japan with me and this game is going to be over.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Conflict Arrives *****
Chapter Summary
     Trying to put you in the worst mood just to hurt you.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
April 28th, 2017
He hurried down the hallway, shoulders squared as he approached the door of
their apartment, ready to fight, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He had
expected Victor would show up any day now. Otabek had always been kind enough
not to say anything to Yuri, but he wasn't an idiot. He didn't know when, or
why the blond had agreed to it, but he had bonded with Victor at some point in
his past…
It had been a painful realization at first, long periods of time where he
waited for the opportunity to say something, silently hoping Yuri would just be
the one to bring up the topic and be honest about his connection with Victor.
Yet, that never happened.
He had smelled the Russian alpha all over the omega the first time they had
crossed paths during the competition season, but had just assumed their scents
were mixed due to the large amount of time they spent together. However, the
more time the Kazakh man spent with Yuri, the more he noticed how the smell
clung to the blond omega, the subtlest hints of Victor wafting over his pale
skin or polluting the fabric of the clothing he wore. Victor was known for his
casual touching and scenting. It was something that had always bothered Otabek
as a rival alpha.
For a while he wondered if the alpha had claimed Yuri without him knowing…
Otabek had heard horror stories about alphas raping and claiming large amount
of omegas to assert their dominance, but he could never find the correct way to
bring it up. Instead he spent hours obsessively researching bond breaking. Yet,
it was so taboo of a subject that very few of the websites he looked at were
able to give him any real information. Everything he could find on the subject
fit onto a half of a page of handwritten notes. Almost all of the sites were
blog posts of useless ramblings about things as easy as asserting dominance to
things as extreme as murdering the other alpha.
Otabek had decided on something much less extreme, simply hoping that he could
force his bond to stick by helping Yuri through his heats or, if he were lucky,
getting Yuri pregnant. He did end up getting lucky, but for some reason the
bond with Victor still clung to the omega. It had been most certainly weakened,
but Otabek could tell it was still there.
As he got closer to the front of the apartment, Otabek found himself
hesitating, a confused look beginning to climb across his face as he neared. He
had been expecting the worst, but in its place stood familiar faces he was
perplexed to see. Mila and Georgi stood together both on their phones, too
distracted to notice the alpha walking toward them until Otabek cleared his
throat to announce his presence.
Mila turned to the Kazakh man with a relieved look on her face, pushing past
Georgi to wrap the younger man in a gentle hug. “We were worried we had missed
you or you weren’t answering the door for us.”
“No...just getting home.”
“Is Yuri in there? We tried knocking, but got no answer.”
“He was with me…” Otabek said evenly, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
“Where is Yuri?” the redhead asked quickly noticing the blond was not at
Otabek’s side.
“He’s on his way up. Pregnancy tends to slow you down,” the Kazakh man lied
with ease as his eyes still nervously flicked between the pair. He was trying
not to let his aggression spill into the mundane conversation. He still had to
figure out why they were there, but didn’t want to come off as angry by their
presence since it appeared to be harmless.
“You shouldn’t leave him behind to walk by himself,” Mila said with a hint of
disappointment in her voice.
“You know how stubborn he is,” Otabek said with a slight smile tugging on the
corner of his lips. “He’ll be up in a second.”
“I was hoping to see if he had a little bump yet,” Georgi chuckled as he
stuffed his phone deep into his pocket.
“ I know this is a stupid question, but what are you doing here? We just moved
in recently...how do you have our address?” Otabek asked.
“That was why we were here-”
“Otabek!”
The alpha turned sharply, stalking back the direction that he had just came
from, startled by Yuri’s voice calling down the hallway.
 
April 23rd, 2013
Victor had offered to drive Yuri to and from practices following Yuri
recovering from his miscarriage. It gave him time to scent the small blond
during the limited amount of time they spent together, coating the sweet omega
smell in his own, warning all others to stay away. Yuri’s practices usually
lasted longer than his own, and he usually busied himself by gathering the
omega’s things in the locker room. He had kept a watchful eye on Yuri, waiting
patiently for his heats to return when he found the bottle hidden in the inner
pocket of the blond’s backpack. Victor’s nose wrinkled as he eyes the label. He
clutched the tiny orange pill bottle in one hand before walking to the nearest
sink and dumping the contents down the drain while running the water. His blood
was boiling. Suppressants...how dare he make such a decision without asking.
Yuri joined him soon, face pink with exhaustion as he slipped off his skates
and bundled up for the cold weather outside. He walked close to Victor as the
wind whipped across the parking lot, the alpha making it to the car in fast
strides to hold the door open for the omega.
“I saw this the other day and thought you would like it,” Victor said gently as
he pulled a large grey cat plush from the back seat of his car.
Yuri smiled as he snatched the stuffed animal from Victor’s hands, nuzzling the
soft fabric with a content sigh. He did enjoy the gifts he seemed to always be
receiving…
“You need to get off suppressants.”
“I can’t, I’ve told you several times now-”
“Not good enough. You need to tell him that you don’t want to be on them. I
don’t like that you made this decision without asking me…”
“Victor, I’m sorry,” Yuri said softly, arms wrapped around the large cat
stuffed animal the alpha had given to him.
“I’m upset. No, I’m disappointed at your lack of respect.
“Victor, please-”
“There will be no further discussion. You need to tell him you want off
suppressants. I will not allow you to stop having heats.”
“I can’t get pregnant again,” Yuri whimpered, burying his face into the plush
animal’s fur. “I don’t want to have babies.”
“You will eventually. For now I want to strengthen our bond by spending your
heats with you. It will be healthy for both of us.”
April 28th, 2017
Victor growled as he wrapped a hand around Yuri’s thin wrist, yanking the omega
away from the door, down a few of the narrow steps with one sharp pull. “I have
given you way too much freedom as my omega and this game is over now, Yura. I
never thought you would just run around spreading your legs for anyone who will
give you attention, but apparently I was mistaken. Maybe if you come willingly
now I’ll let you keep your bastard pup.”
“Get your hands off of him,” the Kazakh man snarled as he followed after the
pair. “Don’t fucking talk about him like that,” Otabek roared as he pushed the
older alpha up against the cold brick of the apartment building. “He’s not your
omega-”
“You see, that’s where you have no clue what you’re talking about. He’s mine.
He has been mine since he first presented and begged me to claim him.”
“He would never fucking beg you to claim him.”
“But he did,” Victor growled. “He did fucking ask me to claim him, he accepted
all of my courting gifts including that cat that prances around under your
nose.”
“I don’t care if you decided to try and bribe a child to like you. Yuri owes
you nothing and even if you were his alpha you abandoned him for that other
Yuuri.”
“I can have as many omegas as I want.”
“Well, you can’t have this one,” Otabek said as he pushed Yuri to stand more
behind him.
“He will be leaving with me.”
“Try and fucking take him from me then.”
“It is my right as his alpha-”
“Yuri is my omega,” Otabek snapped, wrenching the blond away and back up the
steps to the third floor landing. “And he is pregnant with my pup. You are
nothing but a blight on my pack and I won’t stand for it.”
“By law it is my pup since Yuri is my omega. I could have you arrested for
raping him,” Victor said with a slight smile as he climbed the steps to stand
chest to chest with Otabek.
“I dare you to fucking try.”
“I can and I will,” Victor said with a sharp shove to one of Otabek’s
shoulders.
Yuri felt hot and numb as he listened to the alphas snap at each other. His
green eyes stayed focused on the floor as he tried to steady himself. His body
becoming consumed with nervous energy as the thought of being forced to go back
to Japan with Victor began to cloud his thoughts. His hand instinctively went
to his stomach, cradling the slight bump with care as he could feel tears
beginning to well in his lashes as the thought of the father of his baby going
to jail. He felt light headed and nauseous as he pulled at the sleeve of
Otabek’s coat.
“I think I need to lie down,” Yuri mumbled before crumpling to the ground, the
confused looks of the two alphas being the last thing he saw before everything
became black.
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter Summary
     Waking up.
Chapter Notes
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He had been in and out of consciousness. The sun was peaking in under the
bottom blind on the window next to him, but Yuri didn’t know if it was coming
up or going down. When his eyes finally opened the omega’s heart was in his
throat. He could tell he wasn’t at home, but didn’t know exactly where he was.
The clock on the wall let him know it was late in the evening, he hadn’t been
out for too long. The bright lights of the room he was in were almost blinding
as his green eyes quickly fluttered closed, tears slipping from the corners of
his lashes as his body began to recall what had happened before he had blacked
out. Yuri’s hands immediately went to his stomach, fingers kneading the small
swell. He still felt pregnant, that was something his doctor had warned him
about. If you ever don’t feel pregnant, come see me right away.
Yuri opened his eyes again slowly. He was in the hospital. He had only been in
a hospital once before, when he had sprained his ankle after one of his junior
performances. The cold room made him uneasy. He looked around for any sign of
Otabek, but the room was empty. He began to fuss with the IV in his arm when he
heard a soft knock at the door. A plump, middle aged woman entered with a soft
hello. Yuri could tell by her lack of scent that she was a beta. Her hair was
dark brown, a small patch going grey at the temple.
“I’m glad to see you are awake. We’ve all been worried about you.”
Yuri frowned at the woman’s casual tone as she stood by his side, one hand
resting on the top of a plastic hospital chair.
“My name is Galina Bazin, and I’m a social worker here at the hospital.”
Yuri’s face went pale as he looked at the woman with fear in his green eyes. “I
don’t need a social worker-”
“Well given your age and the two alphas that were fighting over you since you
arrived here, your doctor felt it would be best if someone at least came to
speak with you.”
Yuri nodded, pulling his blanket tighter around him as he settled back amongst
the few pillows on his bed, putting some distance between himself and the beta
social worker.
“I’m sure you have questions, but most importantly, I spoke to your nurse. You
and your baby are going to be just fine, Mr. Plisetsky. You just got
overwhelmed and must have fainted,” her voice was warm and calm as Yuri tried
to quell the nerves that caused his stomach to ache. She must have been able to
see the relief that washed over him. The beta smiled as she took a seat next to
his hospital bed, her bright red nails flicking through pages paper of a file
folder that the omega assumed was his hospital chart. “Both of your alphas
seemed rather worried about you. They were...pretty worked up.”
Yuri could feel redness beginning to creep into his cheeks as his fingers
bunched up the white fabric of his blanket. Part of him knew that Otabek and
Victor wouldn’t just let their argument die back in the hallway after he had
fainted. However, he hadn’t expected the two alphas to cause any sort of ruckus
in a hospital...maybe he had given them too much credit. “Where...where are
they?”
“We had Mr. Nikiforov and Mr. Altin removed. They were causing a scene in the
waiting area,” Galina said evenly, a slight hint of amusement in her voice. “
However, we have notified your grandfather and he was on his way, last I heard.
You have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuri said quietly, more tears collecting in the corners of his
eyes.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. We have things like this happen often.”
“It’s still embarrassing and inconvenient for the other people who need to be
here,” Yuri mumbled, refusing to look at the beta’s face as she wrote notes
onto the white pages in his file.
“What’s life without a little drama? If you don’t mind me asking, which one is
your alpha?”
Yuri hesitated. He honestly didn’t know how to answer. He hands began to sweat
as he tried to make the words come from his mouth, everything coming out just
above a whisper. “Otabek, the dark haired man, is the father of my pup...and I
don’t know which one is my alpha at the moment.”
“I understand,” Galina said quietly. “What is your relationship with Mr.
Nikiforov?”
“I was bonded by Victor when I first presented...I agreed to something I
shouldn’t have, but we’ve been apart for almost a year and I’ve spent all of my
most recent heats with Otabek. He’s tried marking me, but...I don’t know if it
has worked.”
“I must warn you that alpha confusion can be dangerous to your pregnancy. Your
body could be triggered into spontaneous heat by Mr. Nikiforov if he tried to
scent you. I hope you aren’t planning on remaining with both of them.”
“I had a miscarriage when I was younger,” Yuri sobbed as tears began to dampen
his cheeks. “I don’t want to lose another baby.”
“Your baby is going to be fine,” Galina stated firmly, her small hand gripping
Yuri’s tightly. “I just don’t think it would be wise to have both alphas active
in your life.”
“I don’t even want Victor. He just showed up here.”
“Then we can keep him away from you.”
“But he’s bonded to me. He said he can legally get Otabek in trouble for
getting me pregnant. He wants to take me away,” Yuri cried, his petite body
shaking as he struggled not to hyperventilate. He wasn’t getting enough air
with the large gasps of breath he took.
“We see premature bonding and youth pregnancy, more often than we care to
admit. However, we are ready to help you in any way that we can. Mr. Nikiforov
may be your alpha. However, you still have rights,” the beta said softly,
gently pulling her hand back as she scribbled more notes into the folder. “I
see omegas like you in here all the time, if you can believe it. There are
abused omegas and rape victims that need help. We can get someone to help you
into a safe place. You’re so young-”
“I just want Beka,” Yuri whimpered, hiding his face in his hands as he tried
not to continue crying. His face was hot and blotchy, the blond knew that he
must look like a mess.
“I think what you need at the moment is rest, and some time with your
grandfather when he arrives. I’ve told both Mr. Altin and Mr. Nikiforov that
they are not allowed back into this hospital until tomorrow morning. Your
doctor and I will discuss with you and your grandfather what we will plan to do
about your alphas. However, I want you more awake and to have some food in your
stomach for you and your pup before we have this conversation. I’ll let your
nurse know you are awake.”
Yuri nodded mutely as he watched her turn to leave. He had finally willed
himself to stop crying, praying that his grandfather would get here soon and he
wouldn’t have to be alone.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Alpha Males *****
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Otabek paced around the small living room of their apartment, his coat
discarded on the floor next to the door as Pug and Cat watched him with curious
eyes from their perspective hiding places. The Kazakh man kicked off his shoes
with a deep sigh as he tried to calm the anger that made his hands tingle. The
alpha was mumbling under his breath as he resisted the urge to throw something,
anything he came into contact with felt so tempting in his hands as he thought
about Yuri’s lifeless form as it had been in the stairwell just a few hours
earlier. The alpha walked into the bedroom, flopping down onto the carefully
made queen-sized bed before covering his face with his hands. He had wanted to
stay with him, unable to shake the fear that welled deep inside of his as he
worried not just for Yuri, but for the small pup that grew within the omega.
The alpha would have given anything to stay by the omega’s side, but had
willingly been ushered away by Georgi and Mila to avoid a fight with Victor.
Their baby had been in danger. The alpha had been paralysed with fear when Yuri
fainted. His mouth had just hung open as the blond crumpled to the floor. The
omega could have easily fallen down the stairs if he had been in a slightly
different position. Otabek suppressed a whimper that threatened to push past
his lips as he thought about their baby being hurt...about Yuri being in any
sort of pain.
He would never let that happen. He would die before letting anything hurt his
omega.
The alpha sat up with a deep breath, staring at the small framed photo on the
nightstand of him and Yuri from their most recent trip to Almaty. He needed to
be the better man... Otabek decided to channel his energy into cleaning,
sorting the small amount of clothing piled on one chair in their bedroom until
he realized that he should put together an overnight bag for Yuri. Even if he
was unable to spend time with the blond, hopefully the nurses would be willing
to the give omega a bag with a change of clothing and toiletries. He grabbed
one of his hoodies, stuffing it into the purple duffle bag that Yuri had
started using for long trips, knowing that the omega seemed to love stealing
his clothing...
The alpha found himself smiling as he gathered more things, the bag was soon
halfway full and he was sure that would be enough to keep the blond happy for
what he assumed would be a short hospital stay. He hurried back into the living
room to grab his coat and slip in his shoes, heading back out into the snowy
evening with the hope that he would at least be able to see the omega for a
moment...that would be enough.
 
Victor stared down into the bowl of borscht, blue eyes narrowed as Yakov’s
words just washed over him. Yuuri sat quietly at the alpha's side, one hand
resting on the silver haired Russian's thigh as he nodded along with the coach
as he voiced his disappointment in the fact that Yuri was pregnant.
“He had such a bright future. There is no way the skating federation is going
to let this go unnoticed,” Yakov grumbled between bites of the dark rye bread
sandwich in front of him. “He can't be that far along-”
“He still has a bright future. Yuri having a child doesn’t mean he will never
be on the ice again. Please don't say that you want him to get rid of it,”
Yuuri said a bit too forcefully as his eyes flicked nervously to Victor before
returning to stare at the older Russian's weathered face. “I know he's just a
pup himself, but Otabek is old enough to know the seriousness in this
situation. He will take care of them.”
“He can hardly take care of himself, he is barely a man, which is why I'm
hoping Yuri's grandfather will press charges against him,” Yakov barked as he
slammed a hand down on the table.
“You know he won't,” Victor said coldly, finally pushing the bowl away from him
as he jerked his leg away from the omega next to him at the same time. “Yuri
thinks that he needs that fucking Kazakh and Nikolai will just go along with
whatever Yuri wants. We need to show Yuri he is wrong...but...I haven't figured
out how just yet.”
“I trust the three of us can figure something out. I am unwilling to let Yuri
throw away his career. He’s too young to be a parent,” Yakov sighed.
“Victor, I think we need to just stay out of this. You’ve seen how hard it was
for Yuri while you and Otabek were fighting,” Yuuri interjected as he smelled a
change in the alpha’s scent. He could feel the anger beginning to return to the
silver haired Russian with each passing second.
“I understand that your omega status blinds you from making the proper choice
in this situation. However, you need to support my choices if you are going to
be my omega,” Victor growled as rose from his seat across from Yakov with one
sudden motion. “Yakov, thank you for lunch, but Yuuri and I will be going.
We’ve had a long journey and need some time to think.”
The Japanese omega followed quickly behind the alpha as Victor signaled for a
cab that halted next to them as the snow continued to fall in large flakes. The
alpha held the door open for Yuuri, following quickly, he climbed in behind the
dark haired man. The ride to their hotel was greatly lengthened by the thick
traffic that the pair was trapped in. The silence between them was too much for
Yuuri to stand as he reached out to grasp Victor’s hand.
“I am sorry for upsetting you. I know this situation is causing you great
stress,” Yuuri looked to Victor, searching the alpha's face in the reflection
of the glass window of the taxi. “I know you are bonded to him...you don’t have
to hide it from me.”
Victor said nothing, but Yuuri noticed the way his shoulders seemed to tighten.
“I guess I just want to know why, but I know it really is none of my business-”
“I claimed him to protect him from other people,” Victor said quietly. “It
wasn't time for him to be apart of my family yet. He was too immature and had
so much going on in his life. Then i met you...and I knew the time for the
three of us to be together would be drawing nearer, but now...this has
happened.”
“I don't understand-”
“He was meant to be my omega, just like you are,” Victor said softly. He turned
in the backseat of the taxi, cupping the Japanese omega's face in his hands.
“We have to get him back, or our family will never be as great as it could be.
I am the pride of Russia and I want the perfect family...that includes both of
you. Do you understand, my sweet?”
Yuuri nodded, his heart pounding as he took in the dark, seriousness in
Victor's eyes as the alpha spoke. “Of course. We will figure this out
together.”
“This is why I love you.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** The Start of a Plan *****
Chapter Summary
     Grandpa time!
Chapter Notes
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Nikolai was too afraid, too worried to question anything. He had dropped
everything and hurried to the hospital as soon as he had received the call. He
realized as he pulled into the parking lot that he had forgotten his hat and
coat, and had possibly left his tv on, but he didn’t care. He crossed the snowy
lot with purposeful steps, as he quickly made his way up to Yuri’s hospital
room. The blond greeted him with a smile as soon as he entered.
“I didn’t think you’d be here so soon-”
“Give an old man some credit, Yurochka. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“Grandpa, I’m really fine and this was just a precaution-”
“Because of the baby? Is the baby okay?”
Yuri’s cheeks went pink as he grandfather took a seat by his bedside. He hadn’t
given much thought to the idea of the hospital telling his grandfather about
his pup, but should have figured they would tell him why he was being kept in
the hospital.
“Yeah the baby is fine. I was just really light headed and stressed because of
Victor and Otabek fighting.”
“Good to hear,” Nikolai said with a nod as he pulled the omega’s blanket up
higher to cover more of Yuri’s chest. “You should keep warm, it is getting
colder outside by the minute.”
“Thanks, grandpa.”
“Now, when were you going to tell me about this baby?” Nikolai asked gently, a
smile stretching across his bearded face. “I’m not upset, but confused I guess.
You know-”
“I made a stupid mistake not to tell you and I’m sorry,” Yuri mumbled, tears
beginning to collect in the corners of his lashes as he tried to look his
grandfather in the face.
“Hush, no tears right now. This is me giving you a hard time about now about
not telling me sooner, but there was no malice in my teasing” Nikolai said with
a soft laugh as he swept Yuri’s hair away from his face. “Yurochka, I just wish
that you would trust me to be more involved with what is going on in your life.
I love you unconditionally. This is exciting news, and I’m excited for you to
have a baby. I want to be there for you every step of the way.”
The omega nodded as he chewed on his lower lip, unsure of what to say to the
beta. He had expected overwhelming disappointment...it was how everyone else
had reacted when they had found out. Yuri only assumed his grandfather would
have a similar response.
“You can move back in with me...if you want,” Nikolai suggested.
“No, Grandpa,” Yuri’s nose wrinkled as he shook his head quickly from side to
side. “I like living on my own...or at least sort of on my own. I am honestly
very happy with Otabek, and he treats me very nicely and the townhouse he
bought us is in a really good area of town-”
“I wasn’t questioning the way he treats you,” Nikolai said quickly, holding
tightly to Yuri as he brushed his fingers over the back of the omega’s hand. “I
just wanted to make it known that I would be more than open to you moving back
in with me if you wanted to. I am here to be on your side no matter what
happens.”
“I’m sorry, I think I’m just being emotional.”
“You’re pregnant, of course you are going to be emotional. Please don’t
apologise. You have done nothing wrong and I’m the one who should be saying
sorry to you. I’m sorry that you are in this hospital right now However, I just
want you to know that I support you and this pup,” The beta smiled as the word
left his lips.
Pup.
While it was unfortunate to see his grandson in such a predicament, he was
unable to conceal the strange pride that filled him as the thought about being
a great grandfather. Omegas were having children younger and younger these
days. Seeing an omega of Yuri’s age with a baby was honestly not uncommon in
Russia, but Nikolai assumed much of the opposition the blond encountered was
due to his status as an athlete. The beta had no doubt in his mind that Yakov
was infuriated with Yuri’s decision to sit out the season, especially after
winning gold in his senior debut. However, having one child didn’t mean the
blond was never going to skate again… Nikolai wondered what the Kazakh alpha
thought about everything that was happening.
The Russian beta had known that Yuri had started seeing the Kazakh alpha soon
after the Grand Prix Finals. Nikolai had been happy to hear that Yuri was
finally making friend of his own age, allowing himself a bit of freedom outside
of figure skating. The small blond had always been so focused and
passionate...something the beta had always admired in someone so young.
Omegas in their family seemed to put infinate amounts of love into their
relationships. Nikolai had raised an eyebrow when Yuri first told him that
Otabek had decided to move to Russia to train with him, not wanting to assume
that anything was going on between the young couple. Yet, Nikolai hadn’t been
surprised when Yuri had told him that he planned on moving in with Otabek. The
blond omega seemed to be following in his mother’s footsteps, which was far
from a negative thing. The blond’s mother had been the same way when starting
her relationship with Yuri’s father. They had only been together for a short
time before announcing their bond and pregnancy with Yuri. As a beta Nikolai
knew he would never understand to extreme connection often felt by alphas and
omegas when they had found their mate, but he knew never to question it and
just to be as much of a support as he could.
“How are you feeling, Yuri?” The blond looked up to see the familiar round face
of his social worker, Galina, as she poked her head into the room. “Is it okay
if I come in?”
“Sure...you can come in,” Yuri mumbled as she pulled another chair up next to
his grandfather.
“I’m assuming this is your grandfather. Nikolai, correct?” Galina asked with an
extended hand and soft smile to the beta next to her. “I’m a Galina and I’m the
social worker who has been assigned to Yuri’s case. I’ll be upfront and say
that it is mostly because of his age and the fact that he is pregnant. Yuri
seems like a wonderful young man who has a good head on his shoulders, but
everyone needs help from time to time.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Now, with all of that aside, let me fill you in on where we stand with what is
going on with Yuri and these two rather...excitable alphas that have laid claim
on him.”
Nikolai nodded along with Galina as she covered everything she had previously
discussed with Yuri. One of his hands held tightly to the petite blond’s as the
issue with the competing alphas was outlined, along with the concern for Yuri’s
unborn pup.
“I have no problem with you returning to stay with Mr. Altin, but I would like
to ask that we all have a conversation about what needs to be done for your
safety,” Galina said as she scribbled something down onto a notepad.
“Of course,” Yuri said quietly, smiling weakly as his grandfather gave his hand
a reassuring squeeze.
“I think our best course of action in my opinion, which you don’t have to do
because the choice is 100% yours to make, would be for Mr. Altin to get a
restraining order against Mr. Nikiforov.”
Yuri’s head cocked to the side in confusion as the dark haired woman continued.
“Like I said to you earlier, I have seen omegas in your position before and it
has always been a gamble as to if a judge will grant you a restraining order
due to your status as Mr. Nikiforov’s omega. People have abused the system in
the past, and it screws over people like you that genuinely need protection
from an alpha. However, I think we could work around the system, and after
their altercation today Mr. Altin could apply for the restraining order,
leaving you out of the equation. I want contact between you and Mr. Nikiforov
to be as little as possible, and having you two be forced to attend what I
assume would be a lengthy court appearance would not be in the best interest of
your pup. So...if you are willing to give this a try. I am willing to make this
as easy as possible for you.”
“I...I just want my baby to be safe.”
“Then I will make sure he or she will be as safe as possible,” Galina said
firmly, a look of determination on her face as she pulled more paperwork from
Yuri’s folder to go over with the pair. “I would like to reach out to Mr. Altin
for a discussion like I had previously mentioned. I will just need his contact
information.”
“I can give it to you. I’m sure he wants to come back…” Yuri said quietly as he
grabbed his cellphone from the small, rolling bedside table.
“If he is a wonderful as you say he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t
just waiting by the phone for your call,” Galina teased.
Yuri smiled as he wrote down the alpha’s number for the social worker. She was
right. Otabek was perfect, and they would find a way to end all of this in the
best way possible, Yuri just knew it.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Comfort *****
Chapter Notes
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He had spoken on the phone with a woman from the hospital. Otabek had listened
as Yuri’s social worker laid the ground rules that he would need to follow to
be allowed to see the omega. He had nodded along with every word even though
she couldn’t see him on the other end of the phone. She had informed the alpha
that he was going to need to attend an anger management session, but thought
that it would be best for Yuri if he was at the omega’s side. He had been
sitting in the hospital parking lot when she called, and had been trying to
work up the courage to attempt to visit Yuri. Otabek had practically sprinted
into the hospital when he was given the go ahead to return.
Otabek could hardly contain his smile when he saw Yuri sitting on the edge of
the hospital bed with a scowl across his face. They had only been apart for a
few hours, but it was much too long as far as the alpha was concerned. He
watched the blond from the doorway to the small room, laughing quietly as Yuri
tried to shoo away the nurse that was buzzing around him. Yuri’s arms were
crossed over his chest as he grumbled about something the alpha was struggling
to make out, but the nurse didn’t seem too worried by the grumpy blond. Her
gloved hands pressed carefully over the omega’s stomach, the simple action
caused the hairs on the back of Otabek’s neck to prickle. The blond quickly
smacked her hands away, growling as he pressed his palms over the barely
noticeable bump. Yuri had never been one for being touched by other people
without his consent, and Otabek had noticed that it had only gotten worse since
becoming pregnant. Even the most casual of touches seemed to set the omega off,
and Otabek had quickly learned to treat Yuri like a cat and wait for the blond
to come to him.
“Yura, play nice. She’s only trying to do her job,” Otabek chided, walking over
to the frazzled omega with a large grin. He was so happy to see him, so happy
to see that nothing seemed to be wrong. So overjoyed with the warm, buttery
scent of pregnancy wafted around Yuri, that he could have cried. Otabek pressed
a soft kiss to the top of the blond’s head as Yuri leaned into his form.
“Beka, I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t start that,” Otabek said quickly, brushing Yuri’s hair away from his
face as he stared down into the blond’s bright green eyes. “I’m just happy that
my love and my pup are doing okay. You look radiant in this...wonderful
hospital lighting.”
“You’re ridiculous. I’m just happy to see you,” Yuri said with a smile as he
butted his head up against the alpha’s strong chest, his thin arms wrapped
tightly around Otabek as he pulled the man closer.
“I’m glad. I would have been back sooner, but I did some stuff around the
house. I packed you a bag,” Otabek mumbled as he held up the omega’s purple
duffle. “And I fed the animals...you know, domestic stuff. Plus I wanted you to
get rest, and I sort of got thrown out of the waiting room, but that wasn’t my
fault at all.”
“Victor didn’t hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. Did he hurt you?” Otabek asked softly. “I shouldn’t have left
you alone.”
“I’m fine. Stressed the fuck out, but fine,” Yuri grumbled as he sat back on
the bed, dragging the blanket over his lower half as the alpha took a seat by
his side. Otabek pulled the omega’s cell phone charger from the bag and plugged
it into the wall as he connected the device. The machine buzzed to life and the
blond snatched it up for a quick moment. Yuri flicked through a few of his
social media apps with a sigh before tossing the phone back to where it had
previously sat on the nightstand. “I hope I get out of here soon. This place
sucks ass.”
“Hospitals are slow, but I’m sure they won’t keep you overnight. They are
probably just waiting on your social worker and some random doctor to sign off
that you are good to go,” Otabek said firmly. “I just want you home and back in
our nest.”
Yuri nodded, a lump forming in his throat as he willed himself to to bring up
the subject that hung in the air between them. “I...I guess you know I’m bonded
to Victor.”
“I was going to wait until later to discuss this, but if you’re ready I would
like a few answers. However, if you aren’t ready, I want you to rest and try to
put this whole thing with Victor out of your mind. Your health and the health
of our pup is most important. I have zero intention on letting this development
negatively impact our relationship. You are my omega. As far as i’m concerned
Victor is just a pest. ”
“I’d like to try and answer your questions…” Yuri mumbled, face feeling hot as
he felt Otabek’s dark gaze upon him. The alpha smelled pungent, the murky scent
putting the blond on edge as he felt the aggression pulsing through the the
dark haired man’s body.
“Thank you, Yura. I guess I just want to know why. I know it is a hard question
to ask, but it is the one that is weighing so heavily on me. Why did you bond
with him?”
Yuri chewed on his lip as he struggled to make eye contact with the Kazakh
alpha. He had never wanted to bond with Victor. He had never wanted to be some
sex crazed, over traditional alpha’s house omega. Yuri wanted to say that he
had been raped. He was too young to have ever consented to anything Victor did
to him...too young to offer his bond to anyone. He wanted to tell Otabek about
his miscarriage and the pain he had been forced to suffer as he hid everything
from the people around him. He had been utterly alone. He had been afraid. Now
was his chance to let everything out, but he couldn’t. It didn’t feel right…
Yuri wanted to tell Otabek everything, but not here, not in a hospital while
laid up in a bed waiting to see if he’s going to be forced to travel halfway
across the world to live with a man that had ruined his childhood.
“I don’t know, Beka,” It was all Yuri was able to say as he felt himself
beginning to tear up. “I don’t know why I did any of it, but I do regret it
all. I just hope you can forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive. All I ask is that you be honest with me about how
you feel and what you need. I’ll do anything for you. I love you more than I’ve
ever loved anything or anyone. I’m going to fight for your bond, Yuri. Victor
isn’t your alpha and he has never been worthy of you.”
“Can you just hold me?” Yuri whimpered as he began to cry again. He hated being
a mess. He knew the hormones were partly to blame, but the pain of his past
with Victor made his heart ache as he felt like he had betrayed Otabek. He had
betrayed the only man who had ever wanted to love him.
Otabek climbed into the bed beside his omega, pulling Yuri to rest on his chest
as he held the small blond close to him as the omega quietly cried. “I’ll
always hold you. All you have to do is ask.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Homecoming *****
Chapter Summary
     The family moves home.
Chapter Notes
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“I can go get you something, Yura. Are you and the baby hungry-”
“Hungry for anything that isn’t this shit,” Yuri moaned as he threw an arm over
his eyes in a moment of exaggerated annoyance. “I fucking hate jello. It’s
unnatural.”
“You’ll both be out of here soon, my loves,” Otabek whispered, snatching the
offensive jello from the blond’s plate to steal a bite.
“Beka that can’t be good for you,” the blond’s nose wrinkled as the dark haired
alpha ate another spoonful with a grin.
“It’s better than nothing, and now it won’t be staring you in the face with its
mocking wiggliness. I always have to look out for you.”
“God I wish you were at home,” Yuri sighed, rolling his eyes at the Kazakh man.
“You don’t mean that.”
The hospital had insisted on keeping Yuri overnight, which ended up being more
of a nightmare than Otabek could have possibly imagined. Yuri was restless, no
matter how much the alpha tried to calm the blond with his familiar scent and
gentle caresses. Otabek assumed it was a combination of stress and not having
full mobility that was driving his active omega to be a terror. However the
dark haired man chose to smile, rubbing one hand over the small bump where his
child was growing, and laughing to himself as Yuri barked his snappy grumblings
at any nurse who had the misfortune of being assigned to their room. The blond
was miserable as they fussed with the monitors and tubes connected to him from
all angles, begging to be let out of his hospital bed prison to go get food
from the cafeteria instead of eating the lackluster tray of food they had tried
to offer him. At least Yuri was being...Yuri.
During their sleepless night, Otabek came up with the idea that he and Yuri
could move into Nikolai’s apartment while trying to sort out their situation
with Victor, and had discussed his plans with the beta much to the blond’s
displeasure. The omega had been reluctant, worried about being too much of a
burden for his grandfather until seeing how Nikolai seemed to light up at the
suggestion. The beta rattled off the dishes he would make for the pregnant
omega, he was already making a mental grocery list when Yuri interrupted him.
“You don’t have to cook for us, grandpa.”
“I cooked for your mother when she was carrying you, and now I get to cook for
you,” Nikolai said with a glimmer in his eyes. “You are going to get good home
cooked meals whether you want them or not. They will help your pup grow big and
strong.”
 
“Otabek learned a few recipes…he made me blini.”
Nikolai raised an eyebrow at the Kazakh man before letting out a low huff. “We
will see who makes the best blini.”
“Challenge accepted,” Otabek said with a smirk, enjoying the playful energy the
beta brought to the drab hospital setting. Nikolai was a professional at
keeping Yuri happy, and Otabek hoped he could learn a thing or two during the
time they would spend living together.
“I’m excited to have you back home, Yura.”
“I’m exited too,” Yuri managed to whisper with a squeeze to the older man’s
hand.
When Yuri was discharged, Nikolai drove the couple to their apartment, waiting
in the car with Yuri while Otabek went in to pack a bag for both of them and
grab his pug to bring along. As he grabbed the last of Yuri’s vitamins Otabek
noticed Tsarina prowling around the edge of the room, her bright eyes tracking
his movements. The alpha knew the cat would be fine for another day, but found
himself unable to leave the her behind as he put the harness on his squirming
dog. She was part of their family.
Yuri would be happy if she came…
The blond was shocked when Otabek emerged from their building with both of
their pets as well as two large overnight bags in his arms. “How did you get
her in the cage?”
“I told you I would do anything for you, Yura. That includes cat wrangling.”
Everything the couple brought barely fit into Yuri’s small bedroom. Otabek
smirked as his eyes traveled around the room. The walls were covered in posters
and torn pages from magazines. A tiny desk sat in one corner of the room with
an older computer and stack of books on its surface. The alpha had a hard time
iagining that Yuri had kept the room this clean...guessing Nikolai had
obviously cleaned and remade the bed for the couple’s arrival. Yuri began
hanging their clothing in the closet as Otabek flopped back onto the full bed
they would be sharing.
“Come lay down, Yura.”
“I don’t want all of our shit to get wrinkled.”
“It’s not going to be wrinkled in two minutes time.”
“Just shut up and lay there.”
“Yuri, you should come relax-”
“Beka, just let me do what I want,” Yuri snapped, brandishing a hanger in the
alpha’s direction before turning back to his work.
Otabek opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it when he realized why
Yuri was so fixated.
He’s making a new nest.
Their house had been disturbed. The blond had started nesting as soon as he had
discovered he was pregnant. It was a natural process that all omegas went
through, and Victor’s arrival had thrown the whole procedure out of whack. The
Kazakh man decided to change the subject, not wanting to upset the blond
further.
“So why did you move out of your grandfather’s place?”
“Lilia made me live with her and Yakov while I was training, and after winning
the Grand Prix I moved out of Lilia’s to get my own place. I just wanted time
away from them both...and I wanted a place that we could have together.”
“Was Lilia upset?”
“She hasn’t tried to contact me…”
Otabek felt like he had said the wrong thing again, dark eyes noticing the way
the blond tensed at the mention of his former choreographer. “I’m glad I moved
up here to be with you.”
“Me too, Beka.”
The Yuri had insisted that the alpha keep is training schedule, unwilling to
let Victor put a damper on Otabek’s chances of having a successful season.
“That bastard is not going to take the gold away from you,” Yuri had growled.
“You will practice and I will stay here with my grandpa, or if you want I can
come with you.”
“Let’s take it slow, and I’ll see if Victor decides to show up while I’m
practicing. Maybe they will just go back to Japan.”
“He’s not going back to Japan, Beka.”
“We can only hope.”
The Kazakh man and his coach planned their schedule around times that they knew
Yakov wouldn’t be at the rink or scheduled private practice time to insure no
awkward interactions with anyone from the Russian team. Mila and Georgi had
been supportive, but he didn’t want to put them in a bad situation if he didn’t
have to.
Otabek was ready to skate. However, as he was going through the first sections
of his stretching routine, the alpha couldn’t shake the negative feeling that
creeped into his stomach. He thought he smelled the other alpha, but maybe he
was wrong.
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***** Alphas *****
Chapter Summary
     Violence begins...
Chapter Notes
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His eyes were fixated on the clock in front of him. He only had two hours
before he needed to be home. He had promised Yuri that he wouldn’t be gone for
too long...and if he were being honest with himself, he would have admitted
that being away from Yuri made him on edge. However, spending time at the rink
had been the blond's idea. Otabek bent at the waist, grabbing the backs of his
calves as he stretched low to the floor. As he uncurled from the stretch, he
could feel the hair prickle on the back of his neck, the gut chilling feeling
of someone behind him caused Otabek to slowly turn. The Kazakh man frowned when
he saw the silver haired alpha leaning against the rink barrier.
“Would it be too much for you to find something to busy yourself with that
wasn’t dependent on you being a fucking pest?” Otabek grumbled as he flopped
down on the nearest bench, refusing to take another step toward the ice as long
as Victor was present. He kept his eyes down, lacing up his skates as he spoke
slowly and deliberately. “I don’t mess with your practice or Yuuri’s. So I
would appreciate it if you let me have my rink time in peace.”
“I just wanted to have a conversation with you about the situation we have
found ourselves in.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. I honestly can’t stand the sight of you, but
unfortunately you just seem to keep showing up where I am.”
“I was hoping we could come to some sort of agreement without Yuri here to make
things...difficult.”
“Don’t even say his name,” Otabek snapped, hands clenching into fists as he
glared at the other alpha through narrowed eyes.
“I’m trying to come to some sort of resolution.”
“This is a joke right?” Otabek said, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through
his hair. “A resolution? Seriously? You’re a fucking idiot if you think I’m
going to just fix shit with you. You’re wasting your breath and my time.”
“I was trying to make this easy for both of us.”
“Easy would be you walking out of this rink, right now, and going back to
Japan.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why? Because your bond is failing? Does it hurt you? Maybe you finally know
what fucking Yuri must have felt like when you bonded him. I know he wouldn’t
have ever agreed to be your omega. He’s still a pup.”
“You have no idea what has happened between Yuri and I. You are still a child
as well, and you need to respect me as a senior alpha.”
“Respect? That’s something you will never fucking see from me. You’ve
disrespected me, and more so Yuri. You don’t even-”
He advanced quickly and fluidly, a true predator. His hands wrapped around
Otabek’s neck as if their single purpose in life was to strangle the younger
alpha. Victor pulled the Kazakh man to his feet by his neck, fingers digging
into the soft flesh. Otabek instinctively reached up to try and pry the other
alpha’s hands away, nails clawing at the pale skin. His dark eyes were locked
with Victor’s. The alpha looked so calm as he dug his fingers in with more
force, shaking the Kazakh man in his grasp.
“I will not tolerate you acting like a child and avoiding this conversation.”
Otabek’s eyes began to water as pounded a fist into one of Victor’s wrists,
panic beginning to build inside of him as the realized he needed to be more
forceful. He kicked one leg out, the blade of his skate barely missing Victor’s
leg as the Russian threw him across the floor. Otabek’s head slammed into the
wall with a sick thud as he tried to steady himself on the cold floor. The
Kazakh alpha struggled to breath deeply, his head swimming with aggression and
adrenaline as he stared at Victor with large, wild brown eyes.
“What is your fucking problem-”
“Stay down,” The silver haired alpha warned, voice low and growl like as he
stalked toward Otabek. “I am here to collect what is owed to me.”
“An ass kicking?” Otabek said with a choked gasp, a hand reaching up to brush
over the bruised skin at his neck.
“You’re going to give him back to me.”
Otabek sneered up into the Russian man’s face as he unlaced his skates. If he
was going to fight with Victor he was going to be on steady feet as he did so.
“Yuri doesn’t belong to me, and he certainly doesn’t belong to you. He’s his
own fucking person.”
“He’s a bonded omega, and he is mine. You need to learn your place,” Victor
snapped as he kicked the dark haired man in the leg.
“I know my fucking place. My place is by Yuri’s side. We just want you to leave
us alone.”
“That’s a fucking joke. You think I’m going to just leave him-”
“You left him when you went to Japan to be with Yuuri. It seems pretty easy for
you to just leave Yuri alone.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, any longer. I’ve learned that Yuri can’t be
trusted to keep his legs closed when I’m not around, and I will not share him
with you.”
“You’re a fucking psycho.”
“No,” Victor said with a strange calm coming over his features as he folded his
arms over his chest with a sigh. “I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he
is owed. Now, I have a proposal for you. You can have the baby once Yuri
delivers the thing, and then I’ll take Yuri-”
His fist connected with the side of Victor’s face before he could stop himself.
The tall Russian staggered backward, quickly catching himself and launching
forward toward Otabek with bestial snarl.
 
He jolted awake, sweat causing his blond hair to cling to his cheeks as he
gasped for breaths. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed red and angry.
Yuri reached out into the darkness. His hand feeling along the familiar fabric
of his childhood comforter, as he searched for Otabek.
“Beka?”
But the alpha wasn’t there.
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***** Meeting *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuri and Otabek have some resolutions.
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Otabek knew tt was past the time that Yuri would be expecting him home. He had
started practicing in the early hours of the morning to avoid other skaters and
to be able to be back home before the blond would be awake. Otabek loved
crawling back into bed with his omega, the way Yuri’s nose would wrinkle and he
would demand the alpha go away and get a shower… Today wasn’t going to be one
of those days.
Otabek jerked back and aside as he maneuvered away from Victor’s fist. The blow
meant for his jaw whizzed by in a blur of knuckles. From the corner of his eye,
he saw Victor’s other arm begin swing upward. He ducked this time, and felt his
hair ruffle with the force of it. Victor charged with a roar like a bull.
Otabek sidestepped, whirled to face him. He avoided one flying fist, only to
collide with another. The blow connected with his ribcage, a sharp sting fading
fast. He recovered quickly, gritting his teeth against the lingering pain.
Otabek went on the offensive. He lashed out, aiming for Victor’s gut, it felt
like punching flesh-covered steel, but he heard the other alpha groan. The dark
haired man’s hand twinged with a ripple of pain, but he worked through the
tingling sensation to launch another strike. Blood was steadily streaming from
Otabek’s nose as he landed another punch to Victor’s stomach. He wiped the mess
on the back of his hand as he avoided another poorly timed lunge in his
direction, jumping over one of the wooden benches to put space between them.
“You’re out of shape,” Otabek said with a laugh as he circled around, trying to
maintain an air of confidence as he gasped for breaths. “Give it up old man.”
“Is your arrogance what Yuri finds so appealing about you? I don’t see much
else he would be attracted to.”
“I always thought arrogance was a catagory you had me beaten in,” Otabek
sneered. “You’re so full of yourself that you only realized you were attracted
to your new omega after seeing him imitate your free skate.”
“Leave Yuuri out of this-”
“If you didn’t want to involve him, you should have left him back in Japan.”
“He was worried about Yuri and begged me to allow him to come with me.” Victor
responded, though Otabek knew fully well that we was lying. There was nothing
in Victor’s relationship with Yuuri that indicated the omega had any sort of
control.
“Begged you? He doesn’t seem like the kind of omega that would dare ask for
anything. No, I’m willing to bet that he was too afraid you’d come here to get
Yuri and forget about coming back to him. I’ve been told your memory is for
shit.”
Victor growled and jumped over the bench to grab at the front of Otabek’s warm
up jacket, fingers tearing at the silky fabric as he dragged the smaller alpha
closer to him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
_____________
Lilia checked the watch at her wrist. She had been standing there for almost
twenty minutes and felt like a fool with each passing second.
Just knock on the door and ask to see him…
She stared at the front door of the apartment through narrowed eyes. Lilia felt
uncomfortable each time that she raised her hand to knock, choosing instead to
glare at the strange pattern in the wood grain that mocked her as she tried to
summon the courage she required.
She hadn’t attempted to contact Yuri since learning the omega was pregnant. She
had been shocked at first, an odd feeling of betrayal clouding her judgement
until just recently. She had never been motherly, putting all of her focus and
emotions into a successful career. She felt an almost mother-like with Yuri. He
had done everything to succeed, done everything he could to be the best and
make everyone around him proud of his accomplishments. She had felt nothing but
pride each time he took the ice. His performances brought tears to her eyes on
multiple occasions and they had cried together when the blond omega won the
Grand Prix. Yuri had just won gold in his senior debut, and the endorsement
offers had been rolling in since he had stepped off the podium, but the blond
didn’t seem to care. Lilia had been angry that Yuri threw everything he had
worked hard for, everything they had strived for as a team… giving everything
up to have a pup with Otabek Altin.
However, Lilia found that she never could stay mad at him. Yuri was like a son
to her, and she knew that right now he needed all the support her could get.
She cared about the blond too much to let something like this drive them apart.
Her hand rapped on the door with quick, short strikes and then she waited… It
seemed like an eternity had passed before the door opened and Nikolai Plisetsky
peered out into the hallway.
“Ms. Baranovskaya?” the beta questioned, his body firmly positioned between
Lilia and the entrance to the apartment. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I was hoping to speak for a moment with Yuri.”
“I’m not sure if-”
“I just want a moment, please,” Her voice was soft, her words struggling to
come out as she feared rejection before even getting the chance to see the
blond. “I heard he was ill, and I wanted to make sure he had gotten home from
the hospital okay. I was told by Mila that he was staying with you, and I’ve
just been worried.”
“I thank you for your concern, but I’ve been asked by Otabek to not let anyone
see Yuri while he isn’t around,” Nikolai mumbled, wondering when the Kazakh
alpha was going to return from practicing. He had been gone since the early
morning, but Yuri didn’t seem bothered by his absence so Nikolai told himself
not to worry as well.
“I’m not above begging,” Lilia felt her throat tighten, tears pricking the
corners of her bright green eyes. She didn’t want to come off as desperate, but
maybe that was what it would take. “I just want to let him know I’m sorry for
not coming sooner. Please let me speak with him, just for a moment.”
Nikolai frowned, stepping to the side to allow the tall woman into the
apartment after a few moments of contemplation. “Yuri, you have a visitor.”
The blond was hovering near the edge of the living room. He had heard his
grandfather speaking to someone in a hushed tone as he was making breakfast.
His eyes widened when they settled on Lilia’s willowy form.
“Lilia?!”
“I promise not to take up too much of your time,” the older Russian woman said
shortly.
“I don’t really feel comfortable-” Yuri mumbled.
“I’m not here to lecture you, or make you feel guilty for your choices.”
“Good, because I’m not in the mood to deal with one.”
“I wanted to make sure you were doing okay,” Lilia said tightly, her hands
stuffed deep into the pockets of her coat. “Yakov said you were in the
hospital...and I was worried.”
“I just fainted. It wasn’t anything serious.”
“I’m glad,” Lilia said gently.
“Yeah I guess it was blown out of proportion. I’m sure Mila made it sound like
I was dying or something,” Yuri grumbled, brushing his hair behind one ear with
a sigh.
“She was...dramatic, but the reason I came today was because I wanted to
apologise to you, Yuri.”
The blond just stared at the woman in front of him with a frown etched into the
soft planes of his face. “For what?”
Lilia paused. Her mouth was dry, thin lips frowning as she thought about how
she shouldn’t have allowed herself to feel so betrayed by the blond. Her hands
came to rest on Yuri’s shoulders as she spoke. “For letting Yakov and Victor
cause you so much stress. For not defending you from their cruelty...You’re
like family to me. I’ve never had any children of my own, and you are the
closest thing I’ve ever had to a child. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m
happy for you. I really am.”
He moved to wrap his arms around her, burying his face into the yellow fabric
of her coat and enjoying her subtle scent as she gently hugged him back. Yuri
whimpered in Lilia’s embrace, his pregnacy making him more emotional than he
had ever been in his entire life. He was thankful to have her approval. She had
become more of a mother to him than his actual mother had ever been, and he
didn’t realize how much her disapproval would have hurt him until he considered
it at this very moment.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”
“I understand that you must have been frightened-”
“I still should have told you. I just didn’t want anyone to know.”
“You should be proud, Yuri,” Her voice was steady as she hugged the small omega
tighter.
“I am...I’m really lucky to be having Otabek’s baby.”
“No, he is lucky to have you as his omega.”
“We’re both lucky,” Yuri smiled, sighing his frustrations and fears away as he
gently pulled away from Lilia’s grasp. “Does this mean you’ll still be my coach
when I return next season?”
Lilia raised a thin eyebrow. “You’re returning next season?”
“I mean, that was my plan. Our plan.”
“You’ll have a lot of work to do to get your body back to where it was during
the Grand Prix. I can tell you’ve gained some weight,” Lilia said with a low
laugh.
“I’m fucking pregnant. I’m supposed to gain weight-”
“Well since you are planning on returning next season, I want you to try and
stay limber, even while pregnant. Having a baby doesn’t give you any excuse to
become lazy. You’re a star athlete and you should be able to bounce back
quickly. We could come up with some simple yoga and stretching exercises you
could do each day. I would like to supervise at first, but after a while you
would be able to do them on your own if you wanted.”
“I...I would like that,” Yuri smiled as Lilia returned to her normal self, all
business and focused on the future...his future.
“Good. I will get a routine down on paper and we will schedule a time to meet.
We can either do it here or at my house, which ever you are more comfortable
with. Do you still use the planner I gave you?”
Yuri blushed, eyes flicking over to the small binder that sat on one corner of
the couch. It was purple and covered in cat stickers, but he had honestly taken
great care of it. He had gotten the planner when he had first started training
with Lilia, using it to track his calorie intake and keep all of his different
practice times straight in his head. It had been very helpful during that very
chaotic time in his life and Yuri still carried it with him everywhere;
tracking his heats, Otabek’s practice times and the almost weekly doctor
appointments he had. “Yes, I’ve been keeping track of my doctor appointments in
it now that I’m not practicing.”
“I’m glad that you finally started keeping yourself organized without me having
to prompt you. I will send you an email when I have everything planned-”
“Do you want to see a picture of my pup?” Yuri interrupted, his eyes lighting
up.
Lilia paused, her fingers twitching slightly as she nodded, watching Yuri hurry
over to his planner to pull out a small slip of glossy paper and bring it back
with a wide smile. She carefully took the paper in her fingertips.
“Otabek and the doctors claim that black and white blob is a pup. I don’t
really see it…”
“Yuri,” Lilia told the young omega, tears threatening to return, “your baby is
beautiful.”
_____________
Otabek spit blood onto the fabric of the silver haired man’s shirt as he tried
to wrestle himself free. He was pinned under the larger alpha, Victor’s fingers
digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he thrashed back and forth.
“Get the fuck off me, you fucking piece of shit-”
Victor lifted Otabek up slightly, only to slam his body back down onto the
concrete floor with the sick sound of damp flesh.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
“Did you know you’re not the first man to get Yura pregnant?” Victor announced
with bated breath as he held Otabek in a vice-like grip, a glint of mischief
echoing in his blue eyes.
Otabek looked up into the older man’s face with a look of confusion. “What are
you talking about?”
“I asked if you knew that you weren’t the first man to get Yuri pregnant…I’m
guessing Yuri didn’t care enough about you to even tell you.”
“Why do I even fucking care-”
Viktor looked down at Otabek, a knowing sneer of superiority flashing on his
features. “Because I was the one who knocked him up.”
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Otabek’s body sagged on the concrete floor as he felt himself go cold. Victor’s
words were like a sharp pain in his gut as he forced himself to swallow the
lump in his throats and speak. “You got him pregnant?”
“Unfortunately, and now you’ve done the same. It’s something we could say we
have in common,” Victor sneered.
“I never want to have anything in common with you.” Otabek snapped at the older
alpha.
“Too late, my friend. Welcome to the club. Yuri's always been a fertile little
slut,” Victor grumbled with a sigh, his scent filling the space around the two
alphas as he tried to assert his dominance over the man under him.
“What...what happened to the baby?” Otabek asked softly.
“He made himself have a miscarriage-”
“Yuri would never do that. You can't just make yourself have a miscarriage.
Even if the baby was yours...he would have kept it.”
“You think you know a lot about Yura, don’t you? Well he sure does like keeping
secrets from you or so it seems. I'd recommend evaluating the connection you
think you have with him.”
“When did this happen?” Otabek’s words were quiet as they left his lips, trying
to change the subject back to Victor's original story.
“His first heat,” Victor said with a strange swell of pride as he reflected on
getting the blond pregnant during his first fertile period.
“He was just a child-”
“He was asking for it. Did he beg you to knock him up too? He has always begged
so beautifully, if I’m remembering correctly.”
“How could you do that to him?” Otabek snapped through his gritted teeth, his
emotions running wild at the thought of his Yuri seeking comfort in Victor’s
arms and being scared when he was so young.
“I mean, he was a lousy fuck anyway. Hopefully he’s gotten better since you
started messing around with him,” Victor said with a cruel laugh.
Otabek stared up at Victor with a look of utter confusion. His mind was still
attempting to calculate what had been said to him as he body reacted of its own
accord. The Kazakh man could feel a low growl beginning to blossom in his
throat. He could feel his stomach tighten and heart begin to thump painfully in
his chest as instinct took over. He couldn't hear anything, only the blood
rushing in his ears as he moved. Otabek ripped one of his pinned arms away from
Victor, burying his fingers in the older alpha’s silver hair and sharply
pulling the man to the side, slamming his head against the cold floor. The dark
haired alpha rolled away, shaking the strands of hair he had pulled from
Victor’s head off of his hand before launching himself at the other skater.
His teeth sunk into the area right between Victor’s neck and shoulder, tearing
at the flesh with a snarl as he pushed the Russian into the floor. Victor’s
hands clawed at the sides of Otabek’s face at the warm feeling of blood
beginning to stream down his chest made him scream. The Kazakh alpha pushed
away, catching the side of Victor’s face with his fist, smirking at the
satisfying crunching sound he heard upon the impact.
The older skater make a wet coughing sound, blood spraying over the floor as
one of his teeth clattered to the ground. Otabek’s eyes widened at the sight of
the glistening white molar in front of him. A strange compulsion started
gnawing at him to grab the tooth and keep it as a trophy. He wanted to show
Yuri that he had been dominant...that he had drawn blood for him. He was sure
Yuri would be proud of him…he wanted Yuri to be proud.
The Kazakh man snapped out of his trance like state and stumbled away from
Victor. Taking the silver haired alpha’s tooth would have been a mistake Otabek
decided with a frown. He was too primal. He was acting like Victor. The thought
alone shocked Otabek into a state of controlled anger. “You’re a fucking
monster.”
“Says the man who knocked out another man’s tooth.”
“You deserve every horrible thing that has ever happened to you,” Otabek
growled, advancing toward Victor again, but stopping short of the alpha when he
noticed a shift in the air. They were no longer alone. The scent was mild, but
familiar...maybe Georgi? However, the dark haired man didn’t want to wait
around to find out.
Otabek grabbed his duffle bag, haphazardly stuffing his skates inside as he
slipped on his shoes, hurrying past Victor, who was still climbing unsteadily
to his feet. The alpha’s grey shirt was dark with the blood that was flowing
from the open wound at his neck. “This isn’t over-”
“Yes, it is. If you fuck with Yuri again, if you even look in his general
direction, I willkill you,” Otabek stated firmly, fingers coiled tightly around
the strap of his bag as he turned to acknowledge the other alpha. “I won’t
leave if there is a next time. I’ll smash your skull into the ground and cut
off your dick with one of my skates, or a knife, whatever is handy at the time.
Oh, and you might want to go to a hospital, you’ve lost a decent amount of
blood in the last few minutes.”
He left with no further comment, but he could hear Victor saying something as
he exited the rink and stalked toward the lobby to leave the Russian alpha
behind. Otabek left, nodding a quick hello to Georgi as he practically ran from
the lobby to where his car sat in the parking lot. The Kazakh skater slammed
the door, thumping his head against the back of his seat with a nervous sigh as
he ran a shaky hand through his dark hair. His fingers were numb, almost unable
to fit the key into the ignition of the car until the dull roar of the engine
began to settle his unease. He was going home. He was going to see Yuri.
Otabek climbed the steps, two at a time, as he made his way up to Nikolai’s
apartment. On the drive home he had wiped away the blood that had clung to his
chin and neck, not wanting to frighten Yuri or Nikolai. Otabek slowly walked
down the hallway to his temporary home, breathing deeply with every other step
as he tried to calm his scent. He could tell his pheromones were still working
overtime, and he didn’t want to put off his pregnant mate by assaulting him
with the overwhelming smell.
He entered the quiet apartment, leaving his shoes and bags by the door as he
went in search of Yuri. Otabek pressed his ear to the door of the bedroom,
smiling to himself when hee could hear the blond humming just on the other
side. He eased open the door, pushing his pug and Yuri’s cat back with one of
his socked feet as he entered.
“You were gone for a while.” Yuri was in the middle of their bed with his
purple planner in his lap. The blond was surrounded by a small mound of pillows
and a few articles of the dark haired alpha’s clothing; a wall built around him
as he scribbled notes in the binder with a bright red pen. “I was going to call
you.”
“I’m here now,” Otabek assured as he stripped out of his training clothes and
into a pair of sweatpants, eyeing the black hooded sweatshirt the blond was
bundled up in as he lingered at the edge of their bed. “I’m going to have to
buy a new hoodie if you keep wearing mine.”
“I like it,” Yuri grumbled, closing his planner with a huff. “You...you said I
could wear your things if I wanted.”
“I was just teasing you, Yura. I would be glad to share everything I own with
you,” Otabek said with a smile as he sat down on the bed, careful not to
disturb the pile his omega had created. “May I come into your nest?”
“We can take it down, now that you are home,” Yuri mumbled, pushing pillows out
of the way to crawl closer to the dark haired alpha. “I was just being
ridiculous while you were gone and thought it would help me focus while I wrote
in my planner.”
“I hope you do it every time. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you
like this when I come home. The only thing that could possibly make it better
would be to see you with our pup in your arms, but we have a while until I get
the pleasure of that sight.”
“Don't be so sappy,” Yuri groaned, burying his face into the crook of Otabek's
neck with a sigh.
“I love that you nest, Yura. I really do,” Otabek slid a hand under the hooded
sweatshirt to palm at the blond’s slightly rounded stomach, the weight of the
gentle curve in his palm made the alpha's stomach flutter every time. “How is
my pup today? I'm sorry I wasn't here to cuddle both of you this morning.”
Yuri rolled his eyes as he suppressed a yawn, “Your pup is fine. This baby is
craving all the fried foods and I almost sent you a distress message to ask for
McDonald’s,” Yuri admitted with a pink tinge to his cheeks as he looked up at
Otabek through his lashes. “Where were you? And what the fuck happened to you?
Beka you’re bleeding.”
“I’m not bleeding anymore, I just haven’t had a second to get cleaned up. My
bruises look worse than they feel. I had an altercation-”
“At the rink? What the fuck… It was Victor wasn’t it?” Yuri immediately looked
panicked and it sent Otabek into protective mode. His role as an alpha was to
make sure that Yuri never had to worry for anything. He should have known this
would be the outcome, that he’d cause Yuri stress.
“It was, but I can tell you’re tired. Why don’t we just enjoy your nest for a
little while longer, and you can take a nap. Then we can grab a
shower...together if you feel like and we can discuss what happened,” Otabek
suggested gently, slowly pulling the blond omega into his arms and laying them
both back amongst the collection of pillows and his clothing.
“But Beka, you’re hurt.” Yuri whimpered into Otabek’s neck, trying to get a
sense of his alpha’s scent through his gland but Otabek only let Yuri smell his
love and devotion to his omega.
“I’m so glad that you care about me,” Otabek chuckled, running his hand lightly
up and down Yuri’s back, causing the blond to smile at the sensation. “But, I
want you and our baby rested before I add any unnecessary stress to your
lives.”
“Of course, Beka,” Yuri sighed, resting his head on Otabek’s chest as the
alpha’s scent curled around the two of them, filling the small room and leaving
the omega in a warm haze. “Just hold me?”
“I’ll never let you go.” Yuri’s eyes had closed and his breathing eventually
slowed to a rhythmic up and down, as the blond let sleep claim him. Yuri had
often joked since learning that he was pregnant that growing a tiny human was
hard, and the alpha knew he would never have a clue as how much work his mate
put into the task. Otabek placed his hand on Yuri’s swollen stomach once more,
marveling at the life that was being created by the two of them. A rush of
pride and love for his omega surged in Otabek.
I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.
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Otabek held Yuri close, one hand unconsciously rubbing the blond's stomach as
the omega napped. The alpha smiled for a moment, enjoying the warmth that
picturing the future of their small family brought him, before it slowly
vanished and was replaced by the horrible things that Victor had said to him.
He was mulling everything over in his head, trying to formulate exactly how he
would talk to Yuri about his confrontation with Victor...about everything he
had learned. The alpha’s chest was tight as his eyes involuntary narrowed when
he recalled the smug look upon Victor's face while he bragged about
impregnating Yuri at such a young age. Otabek was disgusted, pushing down the
gagging that threatened to start when he unwittingly allowed himself to imagine
what must have happened. Otabek’s arms tightened around Yuri, breathing in the
omega's sweet citrus scent that lingered all around them.
He never wanted to think about that again.
Otabek carefully brushed Yuri's hair away from his face before leaning in to
whisper into the small, pale ear he had uncovered. “I'm going to go shower,
Yura. Don't wake up and think I've left you.”
The blond sighed in his sleep, completely unbothered by the jostling as Otabek
stood up. He settled Yuri into the nest, pushing the his clothing closer to the
omega like some sort of impermeable wall that would keep him safe during the
moments he is unable to stay by his side. Otabek felt a swell of pride as Yuri
wrapped himself around a bundle of shirts, nuzzling his face into the fabric as
he comforted himself while sleeping. However, the alpha’s mood kept oscillating
between quiet contentment and sourness, unable to enjoy anything as he caught a
whiff of the blood that still lingered on his skin. He needed to fix that.
The shower felt amazing. The heat and pounding spray felt good against his
back. The alpha sighed deeply as he stretched and contorted, not even bothering
to fuss with his hair or soap himself up yet, just longing to rinse the blood
away. However, as Otabek rested his head against the tile wall of the narrow
shower as he felt himself beginning to break. His shoulders were tight, even as
they caved forward, uncontrollable sobs bubbling from his throat as his
thoughts roared in his head. He couldn't imagine the pain...the fear and
anguish that Yuri must have felt. He couldn't imagine the loss. Otabek had so
many questions and concerns, a strong worrisome grip pulling at him when he
began to think that Yuri must be so terrified to be pregnant again.
Otabek worried that he hadn't been doing enough. Had he been supportive enough?
Had he given Yuri all the love he could ever need? He had never questioned
himself so seriously before, never had a doubt that he was doing his best in
life… Yuri made him think. Yuri made him feel like he needed to try harder, do
better, but at this very moment he felt like he was floundering, unable to
provide for his mate like a true alpha should.
“Beka, are you okay in there?”
The alpha did his best to sober up, turning to face the warm water and wash the
blood from his cheeks. “I’m fine.”
“I...I thought I heard you, and you sounded upset.”
Otabek cursed himself for letting himself lose control, skin prickling with a
nervousness when he heard the bathroom door open and close. Yuri pulled the
curtain slightly to the side, features wearing a mask of concern as he blinked
at the alpha through the escaping steam. Bright red blood ran in rivulets down
the alpha’s chest, causing Yuri to raise his eyebrows in alarm.
“Are you hurt? We can go to the hospital. My grandpa can drive us.”
“It’s mostly his blood not mine.”
“Oh…”
“I’m not proud of my violence, but I won’t let him terrorize you.”
“Beka, the social worker was going to help us-”
“He followed me to the rink, and I’d rather not have this conversation while in
the shower,” Otabek said with a sigh as he eased the shower curtain away from
Yuri. “How about when I’m done, I make you some tea and we can cuddle while we
talk.”
Yuri nodded, leaving the alpha to further stew in his thoughts while finishing
his shower. He was still unsure of how he was going to bring everything up, but
he knew he’d think of something in the moment.
Otabek kept his promise, returning to their bedroom with a large mug of tea and
his towel wrapped firmly around his waist. He smiled when he found Yuri back in
their nest, the blond was playing some sort of game on his phone while he
waited, head pillowed on a small mound of the alpha’s clothing.
“You should put clothing on...you do realize we live with my grandfather now,”
Yuri grumbled, cheeks pink as he watched Otabek slip into a pair of sweatpants
and placing his phone on the nightstand with a scowl.
“I don’t have anything he hasn’t seen before,” Otabek said with a wink, handing
the blond the mug and settling in next to Yuri.
The omega molded himself up against the alpha’s chest, fingers carefully
tracing the dark blooming bruises that mottled the tan skin.
“Did he do all of this to you?”
“Yes, unfortunately. It’s going to make practicing slightly uncomfortable for
the next few weeks.”
“Did you hurt him?” Yuri asked passively, his tone low as he held the cup of
tea close to his body.
“Yes. I’m pretty sure he won’t be coming around for a while.”
“Beka, what if he presses charges-”
“He attacked me first, Yura.” Otabek responded as calmly as he could manage.
“They can check the video recording at the rink if it comes down to that, but I
seriously doubt it will.”
“You could have seriously been hurt.”
“I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I’m sorry.”
“It just makes me worry about you.”
“Please don’t. I just wanted to be honest with you, Yura,” Otabek paused,
pulling the omega’s hand into his own as he tried to make his words make sense
before speaking. “He said some...things about you.”
Yuri tried to pull away, his hand feeling suddenly cold in the alpha’s grasp.
“You know he was just trying to upset you. You can’t seriously believe all the
shit he tells you-”
“He said he got you pregnant.”
Yuri caught his lip between his teeth as his stomach began to harden.
“I know he isn’t lying, Yura...you’ve always kind of smelled like him, but
until recently I just assumed it was because the two of you trained so closely
together,” Otabek mumbled. “I’m not upset that you’re bonded to him, because we
can figure it out.”
He felt like crying. Yuri’s heart was shattering, his hand pulling away from
Otabek’s, moving to rest on his stomach. He was unable to look the alpha in the
eye as he tried to think of some justification...something to make the whole
situation less horrible, but he couldn’t think of anything. The omega was
trembling, eyes watering as a quiet whimper escaped his lips.
“Please don’t shut me out, Yura.”
“I’m sorry-”
“No, please don’t say that. You are not at fault here. I just didn’t want this
to hang between us. I’ve always promised to be honest with you and this is me,
finally getting that chance to show you that.”
“But I didn't tell you,” Yuri told him, his lip trembling.
“This isn’t something that you just bring up...he said some other things too,
and I just want to lay everything out there so that we have no secrets between
us. He said you lost the baby, and I’m so sorry.”
Yuri could feel the tears beginning to run down his cheeks as the pain of that
horrible moment in his life began to surround him like some stifling blanket,
heavy and weighing him down as he struggled to keep everything bottled up.
“I know I’m not doing this the right way. I know I’m probably coming off as
some kind of insensitive asshole, but I don’t mean it that way at all. I’m so
sorry he hurt you...I’m so sorry you lost your baby, and that you have
struggled so much with our child. However, our baby is already so loved and
will have such an amazing life.”
“You don’t know that! I...I didn’t do anything wrong the first time and I still
lost the baby.” The omega buried his face into the alpha’s chest, petite frame
shuddering with his sobbing.
“You were a fucking child. You shouldn’t have been subjected to that, but I
know if you would have had that baby that he or she would have been so loved by
you. My mother had struggled before when she was still having children, and if
you ever wanted to talk to her, I know she would help you.”
“I felt like such a failure then. He made me feel like I did it on purpose, but
I didn’t...it hurt so bad, Beka. I would never hurt my own pups.”
“I know, Yura. I can’t take away your pain, but fortunately we have this baby
now, and I love both of you so much. We are so lucky. I am so lucky to have
you. I’ll kill him if he ever touches you again, and we will figure this out.
I’m sure there are options, but we will have to wait until after the baby is
born.”
“If I lose this baby…” Yuri’s throat burned, his fingers digging into the
alpha’s bare flesh. “You don’t have to keep me. I don’t want to be your
burden.”
“You never will never leave my side. My only burden in life is my fear that
you’re not getting the support that you need. I need to do a better job of
giving you my love and attention. You need time to heal...I don’t think you
ever truly had time to care for yourself or have someone care for you. ”
“I’m not worth all the trouble.”
“I never want to hear you say that again. Yuri Plisetsky, I fucking love you
and I swear that I’m going to do everything I can to undo the damage that
Victor has done to you.”
“I’m too fucked up-”
“No you’re not!” Otabek snapped, his voice a little too forceful as he grabbed
the omega’s chin and forced Yuri to look at him. “We will figure this out, and
that is the final word.”
“Yes, Beka.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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“You’re bleeding!”
Yuuri had been reading when Victor had returned home, curled up on the couch
with Makkachin at his feet. The alpha had slammed the door behind him, hobbling
into the apartment with a pained groan as he threw his winter coat onto the
floor.
“I’m going to be fine,” Victor said lowly as the dark haired omega rushed to
his side.
“Vitya, you look terrible. Your cheek looks horrible, and your lip is cut.”
“Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” Victor snarled as he shoved his way
past the Japanese omega and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m glad I keep you
around to update me on things I already know.”
“I’m just concerned,” Yuuri mumbled, trailing after Victor.
“Not necessary. I look worse than I actually am.”
“Victor-” Yuri pleaded, but Viktor paid him no attention.
“Yuuri, I don’t need this right now!” Victor snapped, bracing himself on the
bathroom sink with a wince.
Yuuri glowered, arms crossed over his chest. He knew where the alpha had gone,
but wanted to hear him admit it. A small bitter part of the omega wanted to
hear Victor say he had gotten his ass kicked by Otabek. “Cut the shit. Where
have you been, Victor?”
The alpha paused in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his bloodied form
in the mirror, Yuuri behind him with wide dark eyes. “Your tone is not
appropriate for addressing your alpha. Where I was doesn’t concern you-”
“It concerns me when you come back to me like this. If you want to get
technical, alpha I’m supposed to care for you, since i’m your omega. Victor,
please talk to me.”
“Yuuri, I will not repeat this again. It does not concern you. Go lay down and
I will come get you when I’m ready to go visit Yakov.”
The omega flinched when the alpha closed the door in his face. Yuuri hesitated,
his hand longing to throw open the door and demand answers, even though he knew
Victor would tell him nothing. The dark haired man stalked across the room,
flopping down on their bed with a deep sigh as he pressed his fingers into his
eyelids. He knew it had something to do with Otabek. He wasn’t stupid. Yuuri
just wanted to go home, part of him just wanting to leave Victor and his
obsession with Yuri behind him in order to move forward with his life, but
whenever he felt that he had finally mustered the courage it would just as
quickly dissipate.
However, Yuuri knew he needed to do something. Everything had reached a whole
new level of insane and there was no way that Victor and Otabek were going to
come to any sort of agreement any time soon. Yuuri had considered trying to
talk to Yuri before...maybe the two of them could figure something out, but
would the blond omega even talk to him? He knew he wasn’t making the right
choice, but he grabbed his phone from the pillow next to him and typed out the
text message with a frown etched into his face. The text was short, and simple.
Open for whatever choice the recipient decided.
Can we talk? Just us.
Part of him hoped that Yuri would just delete it and never respond. There was
no mistaking the fact that Yuuri was intimidated by the younger man, and he
knew that there would always be a part of Victor that was obsessed with Yuri,
but a small piece of him hoped they could figure something out. Just the two of
them...since they seemed to be the more rational people in the situation. He
could only hope as he pressed the send button.
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They had spent the rest of the morning in eachother’s arms. Yuri letting Otabek
comfort him while the alpha babbled sweet nonsense, warm hands petting his
hair. The omega drifted in and out of sleep, groaning as Otabek teased him
about how hard it is to grow a tiny human.
“You say the cheesiest stuff sometimes.” Yuri told Otabek with a grumble,
desperately trying to hide the growing smile on his face.
“And you love it,” Otabek said with a laugh, as Yuri wrapped his arms around
dark haired man’s waist, the sudden pressure making him grit his teeth as a
sharp jolt of pain shot through his body.
“Beka…?” Yuri ask softly, loosening his hold instantly when he noticed how his
alpha had winced.
“I’m just tender. I’ll take something for the pain when I decide to get up, but
you make it hard to leave this bed.”
“Maybe you should take the day off?” Yuri suggested as Otabek leaned back
against the pillows. “You could use the time to rest, especially after today.
Plus, the social worker was wanting to come by and see where we have been
staying. She called while you were at practice this morning.”
“I can’t afford to take the time off now. I need to finalize my routine, and
I’m not giving Victor the satisfaction of seeing me miss practice. We can
schedule a time for her to come when I don’t have practice,” Otabek grumbled.
“But you could spend some time with me,” Yuri laughed as he carefully pressed
his body to the dark haired alpha’s, reaching across Otabek’s tanned chest to
check his cell phone, a shrill alert catching his attention.
A message from the pig.
Yuri let the image burn into his brain, forcing himself not to laugh as the
notification lingered on his screen. He didn’t even bother opening it as he
tossed his phone on the nightstand. He had no desire to speak with the other
omega. Yuuri had made no attempt to support him and had made it very clear that
he thought Yuri’s pregnancy was a bad idea. Yuri frowned as he tried to push
his curiosity to the back of his mind, his nose wrinkled as he debated on
looking at the message.
“Something wrong?” Otabek asked quietly. The alpha could detect a subtle shift
in the blond's scent.
Annoyance…and fear?
“Yura?” The alpha pressed. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing. Yuuri just sent me a text, but I didn't read it. I'm sure it is
bullshit,” Yuri replied, rolling his eyes as he flopped back onto his side of
the bed.
“I would prefer if you didn’t talk to him,” Otabek glared at the phone out of
the corner of his eye as he spoke.
“Beka, I’m not even going to read it and I’ll just delete it later.”
Otabek eyed the phone momentarily before closing his eyes with a sigh. “I’m
sorry. I’m not trying to boss you around.”
“You sounded a little bossy…” Yuri said honestly, running his long fingers
through the alpha’s hair lightly. He knew why Otabek didn’t want to interact
with Yuuri, but it was still hard for the omega to take orders from anyone.
“I don’t want this to somehow be a surprise Victor related thing-”
“You beat him to a fucking pulp...or at least I assume that because of the
amount of his blood you had on you when you first got home. I’d be surprised if
he dared to show his face around me again,” Yuri said with a cocky smirk and a
sweet nuzzle to the side of his face, showering Otabek with affection.
“Don’t be so sure,” Otabek grumbled, rubbing a bruise that was a bright purple
on the side of his neck from where Victor had tried to choke him then moving
down to wrap his hand around his knee. “I’m going to be a mess at practice
tomorrow. My knee feels swollen.”
“I can rub it for you,” Yuri said quickly, moving to sit between the y of
Otabek’s spread legs.
‘How about I take care of you?” Otabek countered with grin as he changed their
positions, moving to kneel behind Yuri.
Otabek spread Yuri's legs, hands kneading at the small amount of baby fat that
clung to the blond Russian’s thighs, mouth watering at the slight quivering
that occurred when his strong hands held Yuri open and on display. “I would
spend every day devoted to these thighs if you'd let me.”
“No one is stopping you,” Yuri smiled cheekily over his shoulder, eager at the
change of scene.
“I love you. I love you more than anything you could throw at me to try to
tempt my affections away,” Otabek said with a grin as he nipped at the
porcelain flesh. The Kazakh man smiled at the sweet desperation he could hear
in Yuri's voice as he continued to toy with the blond, his teeth tugging gently
on the hem of the small Russian's leggings, pulling them down playfully.
Yuri was arching his back far more than necessary as he propped himself up on
his elbows, pushing his pert bottom up into the air. He fished around in his…
no...their… bedside table, thin fingers wrapping around the bottle of berry
flavored lube that they kept there. “Is this what you want?” he questioned
flippantly, holding it high above his head rather than handing it back to his
lover, wanting to feel his strong body on top of his own.
“Hand it over,” Otabek practically growled as he climbed to his knees, body
draping over the blond's as he snatched the bottle from Yuri's slender fingers.
He playfully smacked the small Russian's rear before popping the cap on the
mostly empty bottle and coating two of his fingers. “Such a tease...I guess
it's my turn,” Otabek parted Yuri's cheeks, while his two fingers lazily began
to circle the blond's exposed entrance.
Yuri moaned merely from the weight against his back, pressing his ass eagerly
against the fingers teasing his entrance. “Please, Beka,” he murmured.
Otabek's leaned forward, gently running his tongue over the lube slick rim of
Yuri’s entrance. He could feel his face going red with embarrassment. However,
he wanted to try it. He wanted to show Yuri how much he loved him.
A sharp gasp accompanied Yuri pushing himself up on his elbows to stare down at
the man between his legs like he could hardly believe what was happening. “B-
Beka? You don't… you don't have to do that…”
He chose to say nothing. Instead Otabek tried harder, his mouth sucking and
biting at the sensitive skin as he focused on trying to make Yuri come undone.
His fingers dug into the sharp lines of the blond’s hip bones as he pulled Yuri
closer, burying his face into the warmth with a satisfied low, growling sound.
Yuri sank back into the plushness of the comforter, a throaty moan pressing
from his lips as he allowed himself to relax and enjoy it, to overwhelmed with
pleasure to protest further. He resisted the urge to grind himself against
Otabek’s face, instead pressing his hips down into the mattress. “B-Beka… oh my
god…” he whimpered, draping an arm over his eyes, teeth digging into his
quivering lower lip.
Otabek speared his tongue in and out of Yuri before licking his way down to to
blond's delicate erection. Sucking the warm flesh into his mouth with one quick
motion as he pushed two fingers into Yuri, pistoning the digits roughly. His
free hand added more lube as Otabek hummed around the Russian's cock. His dark
eyes were closed as he worked Yuri open, fueled by the blond's sweet gasps and
pleasured moans.
Yuri cried out, high and needy, back arching, pushing himself deeper into
Otabek’s mouth. His small hands fisted in the man’s dark hair as he tried not
to move his hips, whimpers, moans, and incoherent pleas spilling freely from
his plush lips. “Beka… I'm gonna…” he gave a light tug on the man’s hair to try
to pull him away, but his lover was determined. “I'm gonna come, Beka!” He
tried warning again, but was unable to hold on a moment longer as one of the
man’s long fingers curled just right inside him. He finished in his mouth with
a loud yelp, entire body going rigid as he rode out the intense orgasm before
falling boneless back into their bedding. “Holy fuck…” he whispered, laying
unmoving.
Otabek swallowed before climbing up to kiss Yuri gently on the cheek. He
settled Yuri onto his back and spread the blond's legs wide, loving how pliant
he became after finishing and the lovely flushed color of Yuri's pale skin. His
fingers stretched the blond's entrance as Otabek add more lube and a third
finger. He was lining himself up as he grabbed Yuri's chin, making sure the
blond was looking at him. Otabek pushed his cock in deep, filling the blond
with one strong thrust as his dark eyes watched Yuri's face. “I love you.”
Yuri was in such a blissed out state, so relaxed, so at peace, that the intense
adoration in Otabek’s eyes actually brought tears to his own. One leaked slowly
down his cheek as he looped his thin arms around his neck, hooking one leg over
his waist to hold him as close as possible. “I love you too,” he whispered
back, squeezing around the alpha’s cock.
Otabek felt consumed as he began to move, his arms clinging Yuri as he rocked
in and out of the blond. He fought the urge to mark every inch of Yuri's neck
and shoulders as he buried his face into the skin there...wanting more than
anything to let everyone they came into contact with know that Yuri was his and
his alone. Otabek knew he wouldn't last long, but had wanted more than anything
to finish inside of the blond. He felt so alive at the feel of Yuri's tightness
and the way the warm walls of his passage massaged his cock. “I'm going to come
in you…” Otabek moaned lowly as he sharply bit down on Yuri's neck.
“Please,” Yuri whispered, rolling his hips insistently in time with the
Kazakh’s thrusts, “P-please finish in me…” he longed for the raw intimacy of
it, lost in the closeness they shared in the moment.
Otabek felt like it was harder to breathe as he came. His body went tense as he
pushed in one last time as his hot seed filled the blond omega beneath him. He
struggled to hold himself up, hands on either side of Yuri’s head as he looked
down into brilliant emerald eyes. He pulled out slowly, rolling onto his side,
head pillowed on Yuri’s chest as he continued to ride the high he’d just
gotten.
The alpha panted, eyes closed as he listened to the steady beat of the omega’s
heart. Otabek reached across Yuri to where he had left his phone on the
nightstand, checking the time. “Well, we still have a decent amount of the day
left. Was there anything you wanted to go do?”
“Lay in bed...and maybe eat eventually...when the baby gets hungry.”
“I can do that.”
Yuri relaxed against his alpha, but was struggling to ignore the nagging
feeling he got when he thought about the text from Yuuri. He knew he would
eventually look at it, but had to wait until Otabek wasn’t there. Was he being
stupid? Most likely, but he wanted to know what the other omega had said.
_____________
The blond had wrestled with the idea of meeting the other omega for several
days before responding. He eventually sent a quick text, agreeing and asking
Yuuri to name a time and a place.
Marina’s Deli and Cafe. 9:30.
After a quick search on his phone, the blond discovered the cafe wasn’t too far
from his grandfather’s house. Yuri had walked the six blocks to the cafe, his
hand stuffed deep in his pockets as he tried to will away the cold. The cafe
was small; only five little round tables filled the mostly empty space. He
spotted Yuuri as soon as he walked in, and joined the other omega with a nod of
hello.
“I...I wasn’t expecting you to actually come,” Yuuri mumbled as he pulled his
coffee closer, his eyes staring down at a deep scratch on the tabletop. “But
I’m glad you did.”
Yuri took a seat across from the Japanese omega with scowl, tucking his phone
into his pants pocket as he reached for the slim, laminated menu that laid on
the table in front of him. “Otabek doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Oh,” Yuuri’s mouth twitched as he added another packet of sugar to his cup.
“Victor doesn’t know I’m here either.”
“Well I guess have that in common,” Yuri huffed. “What’s good here? I don’t
usually eat on this side of town.”
“I ordered you a hot chocolate,” Yuuri said with a smile. “I told the waiter to
hold off on making it until you showed up...if you showed up.”
“Thanks,” Yuri grumbled as he slipped out of his coat, draping the heavy fabric
across the back of his chair as he scanned the list of pastries. “I’m fucking
starving and I just had breakfast like an hour ago.”
Yuuri nodded along as the younger omega went through his morning. His eyes
catching the subtle bump that was only slightly hidden by Yuri’s shirt.
“You’re already showing,” the dark haired omega remarked, sipping his coffee
with a gentle smile. “How far along are you?”
“Only a few months,” Yuri blushed, wanting to put his coat back on when he
noticed the way Yuuri’s gaze settled on his stomach. “Yeah...before you know it
he or she will be here.”
“Have you started planning yet?”
“Planning?” Yuri asked as a waiter set a chipped blue mug down in front of him.
“Your nursery, names...you know, normal baby stuff. You’ve always been really
prepared so I assumed you’d have a lot of things planned out already.”
“It’s different when you have another person,” Yuri said matter of factly.
“Otabek has his own ideas, and I want to make sure he is included as much as he
wants to be. He’s very invested in our future together.”
“Are you going to let Victor meet the baby?”
Yuri felt his grip tighten on the mug. “Of course not. It isn’t his baby and as
soon as we can we’re going to file a restraining order-”
“You’ll be lucky to get one,” Yuuri spoke softly, his eyes barely meeting
Yuri’s.
“I shouldn’t have even came here,” Yuri said as he moved to stand up, the sharp
motion almost spilling his hot chocolate in the process.
“Yuri, just sit,” The other omega begged, his eyes pleading with the blond to
hear him out.
“I’m not going to let you tell me that my only option is a life with Victor.”
“You...you’re part of our family. I mean, technically, I’m the second omega and
it would mean a lot if you came back to Japan-”
Yuri easily cut him off, refusing to listen to his reasoning. “I’m not doing
that.”
“Yuri, give me a chance to finish.”
“No. This isn’t about you or the family you want to have,” Yuri snapped. “I am
not going back to Japan with you and Victor. I have a life here and I’m having
a fucking child with Otabek. If I could break my bond with Victor I would, and
you could just have him all to yourself. I never asked to be his omega, Yuuri.”
“He’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Yuri looked at the omega incredulously, “What?”
“I’ve always wanted to be his omega. I had admired him for so long, and when he
showed up in Japan I was so happy. I thought I had finally had my chance, but
you’re all he can think about,” Yuuri said bitterly. “Maybe if you came back it
wouldn’t be as bad and he would bond with me. He just doesn’t want you to be
with Otabek.”
“You don’t want me to come back. It isn’t going to solve anything. Doesn’t it
seem insane that he is so fixated on a sixteen-year-old? Victor is fucked up.
You should leave him before you no longer have the chance to do so.”
“He’s the only person who has ever cared about me. I can’t just walk away from
that. I’m past my prime and I won’t find another person like him.”
“There are plenty of people who care about you!” Yuri’s throat was tight as he
practically growled at the other omega. “What about Phichit? What about any of
the other skaters that look up to you? Don’t be so blind, Yuuri. He’s a fucking
monster-”
“Yuri, you’re not even giving me a chance!”
“Neither of you deserve one,” the blond growled, throwing his coat on and
leaving the cafe and the other omega.
Yuuri followed close behind, throwing a few bills down on the table before
hurrying after the younger omega. Rain had started to fall, the sidewalk was
slick as he ran to keep up with Yuri.
“He cares. You haven’t gotten the chance to see how he is now. I’m sure he’s
just jealous of Otabek, and he just wants the best for you,” Yuuri half shouted
as he tried to keep pace.
“Wants the best for me!? Are fucking serious right now?” Yuri’s eyes did little
to conceal the fury that was beginning to grow out of control inside of him. He
wanted to reach across the table and shake the other omega. Did Yuuri
understand what he was saying? Was he that blind to Victor’s cruelty? “If he
cares about you so much then why did he drag you across the world to try and
bring me back to Japan? Why hasn’t he bought a house for the two of you to
start a family in? Why hasn’t he bonded with you yet?”
“I...I don’t know why we haven’t bonded, but I’m sure it has something to do
with you being gone. Please come back to him. Please just do it for me.”
“I am not doing that, Yuuri. I promise that you don’t need him!”
“I do!” Yuuri growled, his dark eyes narrowed as he spoke low and desperately.
“I’ll lose him if you don’t come back. You’re ruining my only chance at
happiness. Don’t you see that?”
“Don’t you know what he did to me?”
“He bonded you. I know that, and I know he’d take it back if he could,” Yuuri
said following the blond down a side street. The rain was freezing, chilling
him to the core as he tried to keep up with Yuri, cursing himself for not
bringing an umbrella or at least a heavier coat.
“You’re fucking wrong. You’re so fucking stupid, Yuuri. I...I-”
“How am I stupid?! You’re the one who is running away from your alpha.”
“He raped me when I was eleven, Yuuri,” the blond omega was trembling as he
spoke. “You think I’m going to go back to some man that fucking raped me so you
can have some happy ending that you’ve always wanted? Well let me tell you,
it’s not going to happen.”
The Japanese omega stared at him in silence before finally mustering the
courage to speak. “Is that true?”
“Do you think I’d make something like that up? I can’t believe you’d even ask
me if it was true,” Yuri said, unable to suppress the sob that accompanied his
words. “He...he fucking knocked me up, and blamed me for having a miscarriage.
I was a fucking child.”
“You’re lying.”
Yuri laughed, his heart in pieces as he was overwhelmed with pain. “Lying? If
that’s what you want to believe, pig, then let my lie just slip from your brain
when you try to sleep at night with your beloved Vitya.”
“He wouldn’t do that.”
‘Well he fucking did,” Yuri spat. “And he’s refused to let me move on. He’s
refused to let me have a life.”
“Yuri-”
“Shut your fucking mouth pig, and just let me leave. This was a mistake, and if
you don’t believe me then you belong with Victor.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sure you are. I’m actually sorry for you. It must be unfortunate to be so
naive.”
Yuuri stood frozen, watching the blond leave and starting to disappear into the
blurry horizon as the moments passed. A part of him knew that Yuri was telling
the truth. A part of him was horrified, and disgusted. A part of him knew what
needed to be done...but would he be able to do it? Yuri turned to walk home,
tugging his coat around him tightly as he found himself getting lost in his
thoughts, but found himself unable to leave.
The younger omega paused as he heard his name called to him by Yuuri. He turned
around to see Yuuri standing alone, still standing where they had just been
together with tears falling freely down his cheeks. Yuri almost felt sorry for
him.
“Yuri… help me… what do I do?”
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***** Interlude *****
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Yuri had been cleaning all morning. Hurrying around the apartment in a frenzy
as Otabek watched with a worried look. The blond orbited around him,
complaining about having to do all the work, but refusing help from his alpha
as he wiped down the kitchen and vacuumed the living room before Lilia was due
to arrive. It was their first session of pregnancy yoga together, and it was
the first time he would be working with his coach since the end of the
competition season. The blond omega was obviously frazzled, but Otabek remained
quiet and began reading on the couch as Yuri swept the tiles of the entryway.
Lilia had arrived early with mats and special pillows tucked into a large
duffle bag, face pinched in annoyance when she noticed Otabek lounging on the
couch.
“Are you expecting Yuri and I clear space?” she had asked upon walking in the
door, prompting the Kazakh alpha to silently spring into action while Yuri hung
up her coat.
Otabek had been quick to move the furniture out of the way, placing the coffee
table upright near the front door. The large armchair and battered sofa were
closer to the walls, making the small space feel slightly less cramped. The
dark haired man sighed as he flopped back onto the couch, resuming his reading
as Lilia began to set up her mats. “No! Stop doing that.”
“Stop what?” Yuri snapped, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he held his
standing split, the stretch feeling great after many days of inactivity. He
looked to Otabek, who simply shrugged instead of coming to his defense. The
Kazakh man had decided to remain quiet after their slightly rocky start to the
day.
“Put your leg down and wait for me to help you, like I asked,” Lilia said
sharply with a icy glare as she arranged two mats on the floor of the living
room.
“You said we would be stretching, and I know how to do that. I always do this,”
Yuri grumbled, frowning at Lilia as he eased out of his standing split. She had
been there for ten minutes and already she had returned to her strict coach
mode. Yuri was hoping she would still be sweet, a rare side she had displayed
the other day when he had showed her his ultrasound, but that didn’t seem to be
the case. “And it’s not like this is going to hurt the baby. I was reading-”
“No, but it could throw off the alignment of your pelvis and cause back pain.
So, leg down, Yuri.”
“Baba…” the blond said under his breath as he sank to the floor, wallowing on
one of the squishy mats as Lilia removed her shoes and joined him.
Otabek watched over the top of his book as Lilia led Yuri through what appeared
to be rudimentary movements, looking away for a moment to look back and see
Yuri crumpled up into some impossible pretzel like shape as Lilia supported the
omega’s thin frame. His dark eyes were puzzled as Yuri contorted. How was he
even able to do things like that?
“Breath deeply and stretch your torso like this,” Lilia said softly, her hands
carefully twisting the blond’s chest only slightly to the side into a very
gentle stretch. Most of what she had shown him so far was shocking contrast to
the stretching Yuri was used to during competition season. Her touch was very
different as well. Fingertips
“That feels good on my back,” Yuri said with a groan as he flexed his willowy
limbs, completely relaxing as Lilia manipulated him with care.
“Your body is used to a great amount of physical activity. So don’t let
yourself get lazy,” Lilia added, one hand supporting Yuri’s stomach as the
omega bent and began walking his hands forward.
“Lazy? More like exhausted. I’m going to be carrying around a giant belly.”
“Plenty have done it before you,” Lilia said with an almost teasing tone as she
eased Yuri into a rest position.
“Well once I get cleared from my doctor I’m going to spend some time on the
ice-”
“And in my studio,” Lilia said with a reserved smile. “We could start to plan
your program for next year. Just basic moves, no jumps or anything extreme.”
“That sounds like a good idea...I can give me something to think about so I
don’t stress about not being on the ice,” Yuri mumbled.
“You are at the tail end of your first trimester and we don’t want you to
disturb your baby’s development during this time. I would suggest that you
should avoid any inverted stretching or any sort of sudden movements while we
work on-”
“Sudden movements?” Otabek asked over the book he was reading on the couch as
he observed his mate and Lilia, missing the most recent part of their
conversation as he found himself lost in his book. “I thought you were just
doing yoga…”
Lilia raised a sharp brow at the dark haired man, her thin lips set into a
scowl before Yuri interjected. “We were talking about maybe planning my
programs for next year, that’s all Beka.”
“Is there an issue with that, Mr. Altin?” Lilia asked tersely.
“What? No!” Otabek grumbled defensively, setting his book in his lap. “I just
want to make sure the baby is okay.”
“The baby will be fine,” Yuri snickered before answering for his coach.
Otabek nodded. “I’m just looking out for you and-”
“I’m fine,” Yuri sighed, rolling his eyes as he checked the wall clock. “Don’t
you have practice soon anyway?”
“I...yes. Just please be careful,” Otabek said quietly, as he left the room.
“I’m going to grab a shower, and head out. I’ll fix the furniture when I get
back so please just leave it.”
“Lilia...why did you and Yakov never have children?” Yuri asked softly, waiting
until he heard the sound of the bedroom door closing to insure Otabek was gone.
“Two alphas don’t really work that way,” the prima replied with a tight lipped
smile. “And we were both always too involved with our work to adopt a child. We
valued our success more than anything else in our lives, and I guess that is
why we ended up separating.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuri mumbled, picking at a small stain in the tan carpet as he
tried to avoid looking at his coach. “You just know a lot about this for never
choosing to have children.”
“I’ve had plenty of pregnant omegas in my studio before you, and I’m sure you
won’t be the last,” Lilia sighed, stuffing one of the larger pillows back into
her bag. “When the first girl in my company decided that she wanted to still
try and dance before her stomach became too noticeable it prompted me to do a
lot of research.”
The dark haired woman smiled. “I’m no expert, but I have learned a lot of
things. I know I’m not your mother-”
“You’re the closest thing I’ve had to one in a long time,” Yuri murmured,
cheeks going pink as he felt the alpha look at him with surprise.
“I’m flattered that you think of me in that way,” Lilia murmured, her hand
moving to rest on Yuri’s stomach as the pair sat together in silence. Her hand
was heavy on his stomach, but it was a welcomed weight. “Do you want a boy or a
girl?”
“I just want it to be healthy…” The omega’s stomach felt tight as he thought
back to his short pregnancy with Victor and how horrible that experience had
been for him.
“I’m sure he or she will be amazing and in perfect health, but we need to keep
you healthy too,” Lilia said with a gentle pat to the omega’s belly.
“Thank you, Lilia,” Yuri said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course, now let’s work on the next few ideas I had for stretches for you,”
the dark haired woman said, immediately becoming all business again as Yuri
felt tears collecting in the corners of his lashes.
Yuri felt a surge of warmth as he spent the rest of the morning with Lilia. His
body was renewed by the gentle close contact and hopefulness that his coach
seemed to radiate as they worked. Victor wasn’t in his mind, and everything
that was causing him stress seemed to vanish as Lilia carefully molded him. It
was going to be okay. He was going to be okay.
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***** Revelations *****
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The social worker smiled thoughtfully as she watched the way Otabek seemed to
orbit around Yuri. Galina had been observing them for only a short period of
time now, but it was plain as day how much Otabek cared for the small Russian.
She had to fight to hold back her laughter while the blond omega fussed around
the small kitchenette, pulling mismatched mugs from a tall cabinet as the alpha
grumbled. He was only a few inches taller, but he seemed to loom over the omega
as Yuri avoided his assistance.
“Let me help.” Otabek suggested in a hushed tone as Yuri seemed to dance around
him in the tight kitchen space.
“I can do it myself,” Yuri grumbled in annoyance as the taller man tried to
reach over him. The alpha had been fussier than usual, as if he was afraid that
appearing too casual or too relaxed would result in Yuri being taken away from
him. The blond had been trying to keep them both calm, his stomach had been
upset since the morning and Yuri prayed that tea would help to settle down the
nerves that threatened to make him vomit up everything he had eaten so far
today.
“I know, but I like to-”
“Beka, please!” The blond omega smacked Otabek’s hands as the dark haired man
tried to ease a jar of honey away from Yuri’s petite hands. “I’ve lived in this
house all my life and have somehow managed without you the years before we met.
I can do this now.”
“You’re just making tea, and I can find things,” the dark haired man mumbled.
“You just said it yourself! I’m just making tea. So no need to be all up in my
business. Go sit,” Yuri said with an exasperated roll of his eyes, passing a
small tin of butter cookies to Otabek. “Eat something, hold something if it
makes you feel better.”
“But if I help we can get done faster. The social worker came to talk to you-”
“She came to talk to us,” Yuri sighed, playfully pushing the Kazakh man away as
he filled the old red teakettle he had fished from the top cabinet. He set the
kettle on the burner with a soft smile, running a hand through the alpha’s dark
hair. The blond could smell the shift in Otabek’s scent. Yuri leaned forward to
nuzzle the alpha’s chest, trying to soothe his keyed up emotions. “So why don’t
you go sit with her while I finish making this tea.”
“I just want to help…” Otabek said with hint of defeat in his tone.
“I know, baby,” Yuri murmured, pecking the alpha on the cheek as he poured the
loose tea leaves into the diffuser while waiting for the water to boil. “But-”
“We can walk and talk if it’s easier for you both,” Galina hovered at the edge
of the kitchen, chuckling as she scribbled notes on her clipboard. Both men
jumped at the sound of her voice, both facing going pink. Each slightly
embarrassed as they were observed without their knowledge.
“That’s fine,” Yuri said quickly backing away from Otabek and turning to face
the stove while the alpha leaned against the refrigerator with a stoic
expression as he tried not to appear nervous.
“I have just a few generic questions that I have to ask. So, just bare with me
as I go through them,” Galina smiled. “How are adjusting to your new
apartment?”
“You mean besides Otabek trying to do everything for me in a tiny space that
was meant to be occupied by only one person at a time?” Yuri said with a groan
as his hips bumped into the Kazakh skater’s. “It is my old apartment really. I
lived here as a kid, but it’s honestly nice living with my grandpa again.”
Galina smiled as she nodded along with Yuri as he outlined his daily routines,
from grocery shopping with his grandfather to his new yoga session with Lilia,
there wasn’t a dull moment in the pregnant omega’s life. The blond seemed like
a well adjusted young man for the most part. She had done her research, knowing
that Yuri was involved in figure skating, but not fully knowing how much money
he would be receiving from the government and sponsors from his performance in
the last skating season.
Galina had also checked into Otabek’s background, surprised to see how much the
young man had traveled in his career so far. However, both men seemed to be
rather successful and there was no reason to balk at that. “Do you have a job,
Mr. Plisetsky?”
“I guess?” Yuri said, wrinkling his nose a he thought about how much money he
would be losing by taking a year off. Did he really have a job anymore? But
none of that mattered. He was going to be a parent and skating could wait. “I’m
an athlete, but I’m taking the season off...for obvious reasons. So if you
consider skating a job then yes, I have a job.”
“Skating will still be there for you next year,” Galina said, scratching down
notes without looking up. “Mr. Altin, do you have a job?”
“I’m a skater as well. That’s how we met,” Otabek mumbled, taking a cookie and
biting off one of the golden brown corners. “I plan on skating for this
season.”
“Does that kind of career allow you to support raising a child-”
“I make plenty of money,” Otabek interjected, his cookie crumbling to the floor
as he practically growled at the beta woman. He could tell that he was getting
defensive. He was barely a parent, and already he was annoyed by anyone
questioning his ability to provide for Yuri and their child. “We care about
this baby.”
“I’m sure you both do,” Galina said softly. “But that wasn’t what I was asking.
Once you and Yuri are competing next season you will need to have a way to care
for your child. You both will be traveling often? I don’t know much about
professional figure skating, but I don’t know that skaters travel across the
globe. Also, who will take care of your child while you are working? And, Mr.
Nikiforov is involved in your sport as well? How do you plan on handling
interactions with him?”
The pair stared at the woman with matching looks of concern. It was a lot of
information for them to process at once. Neither knew the answers to the
questions she asked, they both just assumed they would make it work and that
they could just piece together whatever they would need to make their lives
function as a family.
“You have some very valid points,” Otabek said softly as he watched Yuri pour
the steaming water from the kettle in a dark blue teapot. “I’m sure we will
make a plan.”
“Eventually making a plan isn’t going to get me out of your lives,” Galina said
with a frown. “You both need to work together to figure out how you are going
to care for this child. It’s a new life that you are completely responsible for
and I understand that you are both young-”
“We aren’t just going to shit out some fucking plan for you today,” Yuri
growled, slamming one of the mugs onto the Formica counter top as he turned to
look at the social worker with narrowed eyes. “Do you not think we realize that
I’m fucking sixteen and fucking pregnant? We are figuring it out.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you at all.” Galina pursed her lips as she
considered switching tactics. Things were not going as she had pictured it
going in her head. She assumed she was coming off too strong and hoped that she
could repair the cracks in her unstable relationship with Yuri as she tried to
think of something to say, worrying that it was just going to get worse no
matter what. “I’m only concerned about your baby.”
“And you think that I’m not?” Yuri snapped. “How in the fuck was I supposed to
guess that some psycho was going to bond me and ruin my life for the rest of
eternity?”
“There are ways we could try and sever the bond,” Otabek interjected. “It’s
painful, but it’s been done before.”
“If it hasn’t been fucking severed now, then what makes you think it is ever
going to go away?” Yuri said tightly, as he stacked mugs and the teapot on a
small wooden tray and pushed into the living room, leaving Otabek and Galina
behind him as he flopped into the overstuffed chair in the corner.
Galina’s dark eyes looked to Otabek as she folded her notes into a small pocket
on the inside of her binder. Her lips were set into a thin line as she spoke in
a hushed tone. “Please don’t even suggest something as barbaric as a blood
bond, Mr. Altin… I know that was what you were hinting at.”
“I didn’t-”
“You said enough.”
“Are you two just going to whisper over there or are we going to talk about our
plan?” Yuri grumbled as he set the diffusor in the teapot.
Galina and Otabek sat on opposite ends of the small couch as an awkward silence
descended upon the trio. The social worker was at a loss as she reached out to
snag one of the butter cookies before trying to start up the conversation
again. “I agree with you, Mr. Plisetsky. There doesn’t need to be any sort of
concrete plan for your futures today, but I just wanted to make you both aware
of some of the hurdles you might face. You both obviously care about each
other, and there is the issue of Yuri’s bond with Mr. Nikiforov.”
“I don’t even know what to do about it,” Yuri said softly, pouring a small
amount of tea out to check the color before filling an entire cup.
“I… I’m not sure if there is much you can do.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Otabek said tightly, holding back the more
biting tone that threatened to slip past his lips as he spoke.
“I mean, most immature bonds are severed by distance, a rival alpha or
pregnancy from them. However, your bond with Mr. Nikiforov has held strong. In
my professional opinion, I don’t think it will ever be properly severed-”
“But you said you had seen other omegas like me before,” Yuri interjected. “You
said that to me while I was in the hospital. You said that stuff like this
isn’t uncommon.”
“It isn’t uncommon, and that’s the horrible truth. Your bond with him had been
firmly cemented, and there are a number of reasons for why that could be. The
age of the bond, perhaps? You haven’t had children with him. So, that wouldn’t
be a factor...”
Yuri said nothing as he sipped his tea, but he could feel Otabek looking at
him. He hadn’t wanted it. He hadn’t wanted to be tied to Victor at such a young
age and have his childhood ripped away from him. “So...I’m stuck with him?”
“There are circumstances. Death, extreme acts of violence for example, those
are both things that would make your body reject the bond you have, but-”
“So, I just have to sit around and wait for him to die?!”
“Please Mr. Plisetsky, let me finish. It would do serious harm to you. You
wouldn’t be able to bond again. I’ve seen many omegas experience psychological
and neurological damage after the loss of a mate.”
Yuri scoffed at the social worker’s statement. “So it doesn’t matter.”
“Yura-”
“It doesn’t matter if he ever goes away. I won’t be able to bond with Otabek.”
Yuri felt a rush of shame overwhelm him. Because of one moment when he was
eleven he wouldn’t be able to bond with the person who meant more to him than
the world combined.
Galina visibly swallowed and looked between the two teenagers. “There is only a
slight chance, and it would be very weak if it even took. I- I’m sorry.”
Yuri nodded softly, fingers kneading the flesh of his stomach that was hidden
under his t-shirt. He wanted to hate Galina for giving him the news, but as he
looked at her he knew deep down that she felt terrible for their situation. He
instead decided to change the topic in attempt to distract himself from his
horrid reality. “He won’t have any rights to my baby, will he?”
“No, your child is the product of you and Mr. Altin,” Galina responded, her
tone lighter at the prospect of giving positive news.
“What will happen to me? I will not live with him.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Otabek stated firmly, reaching over to place a hand
over Yuri’s who held it tightly in his own.
“I know this is a lot for both of you to process, but even if we can’t sever
your bond, you still have rights.”
“It doesn’t seem like it," Yuri whispered.
“I know it seems bleak, but-” Galina interjected.
“I think I just need time to process, can we try having this meeting another
time? I’m sorry.” The omega stared at his folded hands, tears gathering in his
lashes.
Galina nodded, finishing the cookie in her hand before packing up the few
belongings she had brought with her. The beta woman sighed as she made her way
to the door, leaving Otabek and Yuri alone in the small living room. They had
needed to know the truth. A part of her feared that both men were going to give
up, but she prayed they would find a way through it together.
As she went to close the door, the social worker heard the blond omega softly
whisper, “I’m sorry, Beka…” effectively ruining any chance for Galina to
recover from the sour start to her day. If there was anything she could do to
help Yuri and Otabek she would do it without question.
--
Yuuri hadn’t told Victor where he had gone when he had taken the chance to meet
with Yuri in the coffee shop. He had came up with some excuse, something he
could easily throw away to keep the Russian alpha pleased. Victor hadn’t cared
about his excuses, only wanting to get the dark haired omega on his back as
soon as he could get Yuuri out of his clothes.
Victor had been almost punishing, his body heavy on top of the Japanese omega
as he pounded into him. Yuuri felt even worse about having sex than he had ever
felt before as Yuri’s words played over and over again in his head.
Rapist.
He had hurt Yuri in a way that no person should ever be hurt, and made Yuuri’s
flesh crawl as the Russian alpha kept kissing him. Victor’s hands had been at
his throat, loving the way Yuuri’s dark eyes watered when he struggled to
breathe. The silver haired man had rutted into him as if he were just a
hole...a warm hole for his seed and nothing more. He had laid awake afterwards,
watching Victor sleep and feeling utterly filthy.
Yuuri stared at a spot on the wall, just a little dark mark a few inches above
the baseboard. Victor had left for practice hours ago, but the omega had
finally managed to crawl out of bed and dress himself. The apartment was silent
as a novelty dog clock barked out the hour. Two barks. Only the sound of the
clock and his own thoughts to keep him company while he tried to figure out
what to do. Victor would be back in an hour.
Yuuri fingers worked the cashmere fabric of his sweater, tugging at a loose
thread at the hem until he had partially unraveled a small section. He felt as
ruined as his sweater, one trembling hand reaching up to brush across the dark
marks on his neck. The pain seemed to pulse as the omega drew in a shaky
breath.The alpha had been all over him, but Yuuri didn’t know if any damage had
been done. The omega got to his feet, grabbing his blue backpack as he
wordlessly collected a few of his treasured belongings. Yuuri latched the
sternum strap of his bag, feeling oddly secure as he left the bedroom.
Makkachin was curled up in the corner of the living room, tail softly thumping
on the floor as he watched Yuuri stand in the open kitchen. The dark haired
man’s phone flashed with a colorful picture of him and Victor together before
playing the ringtone he had assigned to his alpha. Yuuri’s stomach was in knots
as he gripped his phone tight, placing his phone on the counter top, fingers
trembling as he pressed the button to ignore the call. He fled the apartment
with only his backpack, leaving his key under the mat as he closed the locked
door behind him.
He wasn’t coming back.
Chapter End Notes
     Hello my loves! So, I've been a slug as most of you know, but I'm
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Round. Round had quickly become the best word for his state of being these
days. Round and exhausted. The blond had started to steadily gain weight,
filling out and plumping up much to Otabek’s amusement and Yuri’s chagrin.
Yuri’s usual quest for athletic perfection had been temporarily shelved in
favor of getting the chance to eat many of the foods he had always been told to
avoid. It was liberating to an extent. It felt like any time they walked past
the small bakery on the way home that Yuri was tempted by something and the
couple ended up going into the store.
“Just for a look...is that okay, Beka?” Yuri called to the alpha as he flitted
from each end of the store, fingertips brushing over bags of dark rye bread and
sweetened honeybuns. “Maybe my grandpa would like something to have with dinner
tonight.”
“You can get something for yourself if you want,” Otabek chuckled, picking up a
loaf of bread that Yuri had looked at. He’d give the omega anything if it meant
Yuri would be happy.
Yuri wiggled with excitement in front of the large colorful display case while
Otabek watched with a smile. “I can get anything?”
“Of course, Yura.”
“Cake then!” Yuri suggested, tapping the glass over a elegant looking
confection; a towering black forest cake, large dollops of whipped cream and
glistening cherries that a young beta female took from the display and wrapped
up for them as Yuri beamed. “ We can have it for dessert.”
“If you’re willing to share,” the alpha teased as he accepted the white parcel,
tied neatly with a gold ribbon from the young woman at the cash register.
“We’ll see.”
“The baby would share with me…” Otabek mumbled. The old Yuri would have never
openly admit to wanting something so luscious, especially in the middle of
training season, but it made the alpha smile to see the omega embracing his
pregnancy cravings.
“This baby wants to eat that whole cake and not share with anyone. So, don’t
let this bump fool you,” Yuri said, rolling his eyes as he playfully snatched
the cake away from Otabek, sticking his tongue out at the alpha.
“That baby can have anything it wants,” Otabek said softly, trailing behind
Yuri as the blond hurried home.
“Of course,” Yuri said with a fond glance over his shoulder to his dark haired
alpha.
--
Yuri’s hands rubbed absently over his protruding stomach as he scowled at his
reflection in the mirror, skin pink and still glistening from his shower. Yuri
was sporting a small tummy, a gentle reminder of the life beginning to grow
inside of him. The rest of him had stayed much the same; an awkward frame of
long legs and arms. However, now he looked as if he were just an overweight
teen..not a star athlete or a soon to be parent. He wanted the in between stage
to be over. He’d rather be obviously pregnant, than just looking plump.
Yet, the most challenging thing to the omega currently was that nothing seemed
to fit correctly. The contents of Yuri’s closet were scattered from corner to
corner of the room as he tried squeezing into something...anything at this
point. His once comfortable slim-fit shirts barely stretched, and none of his
pants were an option anymore. Buttons were the enemy, digging into the
sensitive skin of his stomach.
“Yura, are you ready to go?” Otabek asked softly, peeking his head into the
room
“I have nothing to wear, because I’m so fucking fat.”
“Maybe you should have shared more of your cake.” Otabek smiled, coming up
behind the blond and rubbing a hand gently over the noticeable bump. “You’re
not fat.”
“I look chunky, and I’m blaming you for letting me eat so many sweets,” Yuri
grumbled, tossing another shirt over his shoulder.
“You hardly look chunky,” Otabek laughed, brushing the stray locks of blond
away from Yuri’s ear, pressing a kiss to the soft skin as he made eye contact
with the omega in the mirror. “Are you k-kat-udon fat?”
Yuri laughed as the alpha fumbled with the word. The man had never asked Yuri
or Victor to explain the Japanese skater’s nickname, and it was funny to hear
him try to form the foreign word. “Katsudon, Beka, and no, I’ll never be that
fat.”
“Then why are you so upset?” the dark haired man said with a feigned grumpy
expression. “You’re pregnant with my pup. You’re not fat, just full.”
“I’m just going to be huge,” Yuri groaned, slipping out of the alpha’s grasp
and flopping down onto the bed with a sigh. He was immediately accosted by Pug.
The small, wrinkly dog stomped across Yuri’s chest and stopping to sniff
curiously at the blond’s wet hair. It's little curled tail wiggled happily as a
soft woof sounded from the dog’ wrinkled face. “Get the ugly dog off me.”
“He’s handsome!” Otabek said defensively. “What if our baby looks like him?”
“If our baby looks like that dog, then we have serious problems.”
Otabek rolled his eyes, scooping up the doughy creature before pressing a quick
kiss to the tip of Yuri’s nose. The dark haired alpha plopped the dog back onto
the floor, turning back to the door as he checked his watch. “Just wear one of
my sweatshirts and some track pants. I’m going to be late for practice if you
don’t hurry.”
“Alright. Alright. Don’t guilt the mother of your child,” Yuri teased as Otabek
left the room. The blond scrambled to get dressed, not bothering to shut the
dog in the bedroom as the pug trotted happily behind him, eventually settling
in Nikolai’s lap in the living room. Yuri couldn’t help the smile that tugged
at his lips at the way his grandfather kneaded the dog’s rolls of fat.
“Going out?” the beta asked, casually flipping between the news and weather
channel.
“Just to watch Beka practice. We won’t be long and we can bring back lunch if
you want,” Yuri chirped, pulling on a heavy winter coat. “Do you want me to put
the dog in the bedroom-”
“No, I like his company,” Nikolai replied, looking away from the television
program with a fond smile for his grandson. “And lunch would be great.”
“I’ll call on our way home.” Yuri nodded, following Otabek out of the apartment
and closing the door softly behind him.
Nikolai smiled as he scratched the pug behind the ears. He was happy to see
that Yuri wasn’t living in fear, and hoped that this moment of calm would last.
--
“It’s nice to see you back here, Yuri,” Mila said with a smile, pulling her
hair up as she finished her stretching and moved to sit close to the blond
skater.
“Well Victor hasn’t been around, and I like getting the chance to watch Beka
skate,” the blond mumbled, skimming through a fitness magazine given to him by
Lilia in search of the article on yoga that she had wanted him to read.
“He’s determined to win gold for you this year,” Georgi chuckled.
“He’s sure to beat you,” Yuri griped. “And Yuuri at this rate. I heard from
Lilia that the pig hasn’t been showing up for his scheduled rink time.”
“I heard he went back to Japan,” Mila said after a long pause between the
casual exchange of good mornings between the trio of skaters.
Yuri looked up from the magazine he was skimming through, eyes barely peeking
over the wrinkled edge of the glossy paper as he listened in on Mila and
Georgi. The blond had started to attend practices with Otabek after the alpha’s
confrontation with Victor. The omega didn’t want the Kazakh man to be alone,
fearing another attack or some other form of retaliation and even though it
wasn’t the perfect solution, Yuri felt relieved to be with Otabek more often.
The couple hadn’t seen Victor or Yuuri in weeks, but that didn’t mean the
threat was gone.
“Who?” Georgi asked with a lack of interest as he messaged his newest
girlfriend. “Vitya or Yuuri?”
“Both,” Mila stated firmly, playfully pushing Georgi’s cellphone away as she
tried to keep the alpha’s attention. “I heard Yuuri went back to Japan and
Vitya followed him there…”
Georgi shook his head, going back to texting on his phone. “Why would he even
go back there? I heard Vitya telling one of the physical therapists that he was
working on some endorsement deal-”
“He went after Yuuri,” Mila whispered, casting a slight glance toward Yuri as
she spoke.Yuri leaned closer as Mila spoke even softer. He wanted...he needed
to hear what she was saying. He had been the one to tell Yuri the truth. He had
been the one that pushed the dark haired omega over the edge. “Yuuri moved out
and just randomly left. Yakov was telling Lilia that Yuuri might be pregnant.”
“Bullshit,” Yuri growled, climbing down a few rows in the warm up bleachers to
sit just one section above the two skaters. “I saw Yuuri not too long ago, and
he didn’t look pregnant at all. Yakov is just trying to start shit.”
“I didn’t know that you and Yuuri were such good friends,” Mila teased.
“We aren’t, but someone who keeps hearing people whisper about him...I know how
much it sucks,” Yuri snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as he cast a
pointed glare toward the red head.
“Don’t be so sensitive, Yuri. I promise I’m not saying anything to justify
Victor being an asshole to you,” Mila said quickly; the drama between the two
Russians had not be forgotten so soon.
“I wasn’t even going to go there, baba and don’t worry about my feelings. I
have Otabek,” the blond grumbled, fishing his phone from his pocket to check
the time. “You two should be on the ice. Yakov is going to start yelling for
you.”
“Still the overachiever even though you aren’t competing this season,” Georgi
laughed.
“I just value being on time, and you should too if you want to make it to the
Grand Prix this season,” Yuri said with a smirk, knowing that this year would
most likely be the last for the other man as Georgi slipped his guards off and
glided out onto the ice.
“I’m sorry if I upset you,” Mila said softly once Georgi had left. “You know I
support you, and I have always loved gossiping about Victor..”
“Hush, baba and go practice,” Yuri said with a sigh, gently pushing the older
skater’s shoulder to urge her toward the ice. “I know you didn’t mean
anything.”
“Good,” Mila said with a nod.
“But pull that shit when I’m more pregnant and I’ll send Otabek after you,”
Yuri laughed, spotting his alpha at the far corner of the rink talking with his
coach and with Lilia.
“Will he knock out one of my teeth?” Mila asked with a knowing smile. There had
been much talk around the rink about the fight between the two alphas, but this
was the first someone had acknowledged the skirmish to Yuri’s face.
“Maybe? I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Yuri replied with a smirk.
“I guess so.”
Yuri stared at his phone as Georgi and Mila took to the ice. He debated on
messaging the Japanese omega then and there, but something was holding him
back. There was so much uncertainty, and a selfish part of Yuri was enjoying
the calm without Victor in his life. Had the man found a new obsession? Yuri
felt awful for the rush of relief that washed over him at the thought of
potentially never having to deal with Victor again...but then he worried about
Yuuri. Maybe he needed to support, but part of Yuri wondered if the reason he
left was to get as far away from Russia as he could.
The curious part of the blond omega won as he sent a two word text to Yuuri,
knowing that the Japanese man would most likely have zero desire to respond to
him.
Are You?
His phone buzzed with a response almost instantly. The blond omega didn’t want
to look. He couldn’t bring himself to do it as he stuffed his phone back into
his pocket. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. He didn’t want to think that he
was inviting drama back into his life. Instead he watched Otabek skate. He
moved so fluidly, with such an amazing level of grace that most alphas just
didn’t have in Yuri’s opinion. This was what he needed right now; effortless
and easy.
Chapter End Notes
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Yuri smiled as Otabek glided out of his step sequence and into a crossover
around the corner of the rink. His movements seemed very purposeful today, his
mouth counting out the rhythm before pushing off from the ice and launching
into a quad loop, both arms raised as he struck back down on the ice with
confidence. Yuri couldn’t wait to see it done with his music. There was a quiet
elegance to the way Otabek moved. Yet, he commanded the attention of those who
watched him and Yuri could see the quick glances Yakov made toward the Kazakh
alpha when Otabek would fly by the Russian man without a second thought.
Camille Saint-Saëns - Danse Macabre.
They had listened to the composition before bed almost every night since Otabek
had finally decided that it was what he wanted. Duality had been his chosen
theme, and the sharp contrast between the movements of the piece worked
perfectly to accent the two side of Otabek that Yuri had come to love.
Compassionate yet protective to a fault.
He hadn’t gotten to see Otabek perform his short program yet, but his free
skate was looking very powerful. Yuri wanted the alpha to win for him.. A
shining gold medal that they could share with their little pup once he or she
finally arrived.
“He seems very focused today.” Yuri looked up as Lilia took a seat next to him,
handing him a new softcover book on pregnancy fitness with a tight lipped
smile. Her emerald eyes glanced between Yuri and Otabek with an approving nod
as the alpha moved out of his sit spin and into a spread eagle. “If you would
like to discuss the first three chapters, we can do that after our next session
on Thursday. How have you been feeling?”
“Tired.” Yuri knew better than to discuss gossip with her. Lilia had no time
for rambling and speculation, and maybe that was something that made Yuri feel
safe with her.
“To be expected. You have good color in your face though.. So I won’t worry
about you just yet.” Lilia pulled a grey and gold striped thermos from her
purse, steam curling from the open mouth of the container as she sipped slowly.
“Have you been following the diet plan I emailed you?”
“I have a copy of it in my planner,” Yuri nodded. He had printed the seven page
manifesto without a second thought, knowing that Lilia wouldn’t take the time
to put something together for him that wasn’t excellent quality. There were
itemized lists of what kinds of food would promote better development and help
Yuri keep his health under control. “There are just some days when I just don’t
have the energy to eat so often.”
Lilia gripped her thermos tightly, her eyes softening for just a moment as she
listened to Yuri speak. “Is it nausea?”
“No.” Yuri shook his head, blond fringe brushing against his cheeks. “I’m just
tired all the time.”
“That is typical, but I must say that it has been nice to see you back here,”
Lilia remarked, scrolling through her phone in search of organic supplements
she had been meaning to recommend to Yuri, fueled even more so to do it now
that the blond complained of being lethargic. “You belong in this rink, and
don’t let him ever make you think otherwise.”
He was still actively avoiding Yakov. The blond omega didn’t feel welcome when
his old coach was around, the man’s eyes lingering on his swollen stomach and
giving him a look of disappointment that made his palms sweat. The man had
pushed him to be great, taking his talent and passion for skating to a new
level this last competition year. However, he deserved for the man to respect
his choice to have his baby. He hadn’t decided if he would return next season
with Yakov as his coach, but as it stood now Yuri knew he would need to find a
new team to train with.
“He just wants me to win for him,” Yuri snapped bitterly, glowering at the
Russian coach as he lead Mila through the opening sequence of her short
program.
“He wants the world for you,” Lilia interrupted, looking away from her phone to
make eye contact with Yuri. Her hand rested on the blond’s thigh, her gaze
imploring the boy to listen to her. “You are like a son to him, and he doesn’t
want you to have any regrets.”
“He doesn’t-”
“Yuri Plisetsky, I have had the misfortune of spending more than half my life
with Yakov.. I think by this time in our lives together that I can recognize
that the sad look he gets when Mila and Georgi talk about your baby isn’t
because he wishes you were give up your baby. He fears that you are settling,
but he doesn’t know Otabek and he doesn’t know how much that boy cares for
you.”
Yuri’s emotions seemed to constantly be at war, a knot forming in the back of
his throat when he saw Yakov on the ice, arms crossed tightly over his chest as
he evaluated his skaters.
“You should talk to him,” Lilia suggested, her hand returning to her lap when
she noticed the tears that were beginning to collect in the corners of Yuri’s
lashes. “But you know I won’t make you do what you don’t wish to do.”
--
Yuri kicked at the snow drifts, smiling at the way the white flurries were
carried by the wind, snaking across the pavement as he waited for Otabek just
outside the rink.
His phone weighed heavily in his pocket. Yuri still hadn’t been able to bring
himself to check it, but knew the curiosity would make him look. As he waited
for Otabek he caved. Lilia had been a welcome distraction, but now he could no
longer contain himself.
Yuri frowned when he saw the message, just a simple Yes, and nothing more. He
didn't know why he was expecting something more. However, he wasn't
disappointed, just worried. He wanted to reach out, having been that omega
before and knowing just how horrible Victor was.. but part of him felt selfish.
He had Otabek, and he didn’t need the stress, but he couldn't help he sting he
felt.. the deep gnawing feeling that just made his stomach feel like lead. He
should be helpful. He should be the shoulder for Yuuri to lean on considering
he had been the one to prompt Yuuri's return to Japan. A part of him missed the
Japanese ball of anxiety, but he knew that it was for Yuuri’s best that he got
as far away from Victor as possible. Now that it was revealed that he was
pregnant Yuri hoped that Victor wouldn’t try to go after him.
Yuri was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice the Kazakh alpha
exiting the rink and walking briskly towards the omega. Otabek’s eyes narrowed
as he quickly removed his scarf and wrapped it around the blond’s neck with a
sigh. “You should be wearing a thicker coat, and why didn’t you just wait in
the lobby for me, Yura?”
“Hot flash,” Yuri grumbled, brushing the dark haired man’s hands away, but
welcoming the calming scent that clung to Otabek’s scarf, his face nuzzling
into the soft fabric. “And it's just easier to hide from Yakov out here.”
The alpha rolled his eyes, but he understood the motive. “How is my baby?”
Otabek asked with a smile, rubbing at the blond's stomach with his gloved
hands.
Yuri’s cheeks pinked at the intimate gesture, glad that no one was around to
witness it. “Good. I think they’re excited to get home and have their dad make
dinner.” He said cheekily as he wrapped his arm around Otabek’s waist and
pulled him against his hip. “They’ve missed your perogies.”
Otabek rolled his eyes, “Oh they have, have they?”
Yuri hummed in agreement, “You make them best, Beka.”
“Well let's go home. It's supposed to storm later, and I want to make sure we
are inside before it hits. And I’ll make the damn perogies for the baby.” He
chuckled.
Yuri nodded, following quickly behind the alpha as they made their way across
the frozen parking lot to their frost covered car. They drove home in silence,
with Yuri just staring at his phone with a scowl. His mind was still buzzing
with concern for Yuuri, but he didn't know what to do. Part of Yuri wondered if
he could ask Lilia, or if the woman would have zero concern for the Japanese
skater. However, the negative thoughts were giving him a headache as he rested
his head against the cool glass of the window. Everything was so complicated,
but at least he had Otabek.
--
He slid the phone into his pocket as he leaned back amongst the garbage that
littered the once polished wood floor. Papers and takeaway boxes cluttered his
coffee table. The apartment that once used to be featured in so many magazines
bragging about its beauty was nowhere to be found under the pile of neglect and
trash. Victor used to keep him home pristine to a fault, but he couldn’t bother
to lift himself from his aura of pure anger and general disdain for life.
He hadn’t touched a shower in ages, and he knew that he couldn’t be further
from attractive. Victor hadn't left his apartment in weeks, the television was
playing softly in the background with some news broadcast that was muffled by
the dull roaring in his ears, his thoughts too muddled with everything that was
happening in his life. Yuuri had left him, only to reveal he was pregnant with
their child; Yuri, his bonded omega, was pregnant with someone else’s bastard
child, and refused to be his mate.
He was truly alone.
Victor breathed deeply through his nose. His eyes closed as he rested his head
on top of a pile of dirty clothing. That would be enough.
He eventually got up from his prone position, making his way into the kitchen
to look at the collection of delivery menus that hung from several colorful
magnets on the front of the refrigerator. His hand hovered over a bright green,
tri folded menu when he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.
Victor hesitated before finally pulling the device from his pocket and seeing
the illuminated message.
If you want to talk, just let me know.
He couldn't believe it. He did think that Yuri would respond eventually, but
not this soon. The alpha smiled softly as he typed out his response, laying it
on thick about how worried Yuuri was about his baby and how hard it was going
to be to raise it all by himself. Victor rolled his eyes st how cheesy
everything sounded, but hoped that it got his point across.
I worry about that often as well, but I try not to dwell on it. I've read that
it's harder for male omegas, but we are both pretty strong people.
Victor loved the sentiment, the feeling of bonding with Yuri made his body
tingle with a warmth that he hadn't felt in so long. His omega. Yuri was his
omega and they were going to be together.
I’m so alone and I hate it. Victor replied back, whether as if he was acting as
Yuuri or himself he wasn’t sure. Wherever Yuuri was he probably was alone,
being too anxious for most people. Why he left Victor when he needed him most
was beyond his understanding. Victor was giving him a better life than most
omegas could have dreamed of. Victor clenched his jaw, knowing that two of his
omegas left him, despite the fact that he was the most sought after alpha in
all of figure skating.
It’ll be okay. You’re safe and that’s all that matters. You are so brave. Yuri
replied a short while later.
It was the most social interaction Victor had experienced in weeks, the small
dose of socialisation stimulating Victor in ways he hadn’t felt in some time.
He could feel it wiring him, making him feel it all heading to his cock. While
he had been alone at first he found it easy to distract time by masturbating
the time away, but eventually he couldn’t find anything to make himself hard.
At first he thought of Yuuri, but that got old quickly. He moved to thinking
about Yuri, how supple he was when he was just presenting, but even then that
only lasted him a little over a week.
Victor bit his lip and reached for his hard cock and began stroking as he
typed: Tell me more and waited impatiently for Yuri’s response. He feared that
the blond would grow snippy and refuse to further his sweet words, but it
appeared his pregnancy made him sweeter than usual, and Victor received a text
not long after.
You’re incredible, and I know that you may feel like you’re alone now, but I’ll
be there for you. You have so much going for you right now, and soon you’ll be
able to hold this person that you love so much and call them your own. I’m shit
at nice messages but I hope that’s okay.
Victor bit his lip as he read the message, knowing full well that this was
intended for Yuuri, but his sweet omega was just vague enough for Victor to
imagine he was talking to him. Yuri, who was so perfect for him, so good at
comforting those who were in need. Victor closed his eyes and created an image
of Yuri splayed out on his bed, his legs open as Victor gazed down on him. The
words Yuri texted spoken softly by the younger man, the message clear that Yuri
was there for Viktor.
You okay? Yuri texted back after Victor didn’t reply, causing the alpha to
chuckle at himself. They’ve only been talking for a few hours and already he
had his little omega hooked to him.
He wanted so badly to text back the truth, that it was really Victor he was
talking with and not Yuuri, but Victor held himself back. As he continued to
pump himself faster he thought about the inevitable payoff to know that he had
this contact with Yuri and that he could use this to his advantage. He could
further his conversations with the omega, build the bond that Yuri refused to
explore. They could solidify their bond the way that they never were able to do
before. After Yuri gave birth to his bastard Victor would quickly discard of it
and the weak alpha in and make sure that Yuri was his once and for all.
The thought of his plan coming to fruition overstimulated the alpha, and with a
cry of Yuri’s name Victor spilled his seed over his stomach in long strands. It
was the best orgasm he’s had in years, and it was all thanks to his little
omega.
Victor took the phone and typed: I’m perfect, thanks. I think I’m going to bed,
though. Goodnight. <3
Victor smirked when he received: Night <3
It was happening.
Yuri was going to be his
Chapter End Notes
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     been supportive and just so kind.
     I also want to give a special shout out to my dear
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     Also, if you haven't read her story When You Were Alone...go read
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     Thank you all and as always I'm sending my love to you, wherever you
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***** Build Up *****
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Victor knew that his dark haired lover had returned to Japan, but he never
would have guessed that Yuuri would have been kind enough to leave his phone
behind. The alpha had been texting Yuri for weeks without the omega seeming to
figure out that he wasn’t speaking to Yuuri. The digital disguise gave Victor a
strange sense of satisfaction. He could be as open and as kind as he wanted
with Yuri. In his mind they were connecting on a level that had never been
possible before, and he had never been happier.
The Russian alpha had been laying it on thick, spending a great deal of time
combing through omega pregnancy forums as he tried to make sure he was
believable. He often whined about cramps and swelling...how his body felt like
it didn’t belong to himself anymore and how lost he was knowing that he was
carrying Viktor’s baby. The Russian alpha painted the dark haired omega in such
a pathetic light, but Yuri hadn’t seemed to question it.
But today he had planned something different. Today was the actual test of
their trust.
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They found an easy rhythm, a calm almost quiet to their daily actions that for
once in his life made Otabek feel like something was going right. Yuri seeming
to be at peace with his changing body, while Otabek pushed himself to perform
at higher and higher levels of difficulty. He would win gold for all three of
them this year, excited that their baby would be born before the finals and
that Yuri and their pup would be waiting for him in the kiss and cry.
Otabek’s eyes softened whenever his gaze settled on Yuri. He was always looking
at him, and no matter how hard he tried, Otabek found it impossible to shift
his gaze from the blond. Otabek could picture his three favorite moments from
the last week, the images dancing so vividly in his head as he he lost himself
in thoughts of Yuri.
Across the dinner table while he happily chatted with his grandfather. He
always seemed to look happy while eating now, and maybe it was because of the
baby or maybe he was finally allowing himself the chance to enjoy food since he
was constantly searching for the nutritional value of the things he put in his
body. Yuri still ate like a bird, but Otabek had noticed the omega being more
open to desserts and sweet treats.
At the side of the rink with Lilia tucked in close and protective. Yuri came to
every practice, enjoying the time he got to spend with Mila and Lilia. Both
women had taken a motherly interest in Yuri that Otabek was so grateful for.
Lilia usually came over three times a week for yoga and tea. Most of the time
was spent discussing how long it would take Yuri’s body to return to proper
shape for competing. While, Mila had taken Yuri shopping several times for the
nursery that the blond was putting together back at their apartment away from
Nikolai. They planned to move back in after the baby was born, and for now the
nursery would be a surprise for Otabek.
Sleeping in the warm spot on their bed when the morning light streamed in. His
body somehow managed to curl in on itself so tightly, arms lovingly wrapped
around his middle. Yuri always moved into the space Otabek had previously
occupied when he left to take a shower before practice. The blond loved being
in the warmest spot, another reason why Otabek felt the omega was just like an
overgrown cat.
Yuri was always beautiful, but something in this moment made him seem so
precious. The blond was currently sprawled across the red and grey plaid of
Nikolai’s living room couch, the television buzzing in the background as he
thumbed through the pages of one of the magazines he had picked up at the
corner store.The glossy paper was propped up on his stomach, which had been
filling out in the most beautiful way that just attracted Otabek’s hands to the
warm skin. Yuri’s hair had gotten longer, resting on the tops of his shoulders
in a pleasant way that framed his face so perfectly, but caused the blond to be
constantly trying to swipe it away or tuck it behind his ear. He seemed to only
gain weight in his midsection, the rest of his swan like form remained willowy
and elegant.
“You’re doing it again.”
The soft snark of Yuri’s voice Otabek snapped out of his trance with a huff,
sending the alpha scrambling for his phone as he tried pretend that he hadn’t
just gotten caught staring at Yuri. “Doing what?”
“You know what,” the blond omega snapped, tossing the magazine to the floor as
he rolled onto his side, resting his chin against the arm of the couch as he
shifted just enough to peek at Otabek.
While the alpha couldn’t see all of his face, he knew the blond was scowling at
him. He could see the top half of his omega’s head, just scrunch of Yuri’s nose
and the delicate wrinkle that formed across his forehead. “It’s pretty fucking
creepy, Beka.”
“What?” Otabek grumbled with mock confusion, opening up his calendar app and
checking the date for Yuri’s next appointment. “What’s creepy?”
“This.” Yuri’s eyes went wide, his lashing fluttering as he blinked rapidly.
His eyes were like sparkling moons, but certainly over exaggerated as his gaze
lingered on Otabek’s face for a seemingly endless amount of time. “This is
annoying and it makes people feel weird,” Yuri grumped. “You didn’t used to
stare.”
Well now I have two things I want to stare at…
The alpha couldn’t hide the smile at tugged on the corner of his lips as his
mate stared at him with huge emerald orbs. This was certainly not the first
time he had been called out for his staring and he knew it wouldn’t be the
last. “I get it...but I just can’t help it.”
“You can help it,” Yuri groaned, rolling his eyes while awkwardly moving to sit
up. “Lilia thinks you are too obsessed.”
Otabek snorted. How could he not be? Yuri was carrying a breathing symbol of
their love, a child that already meant so much to them in ways that they hadn’t
been able to fully vocalize… His mate had also been pursued by another alpha, a
crazy man that tried to beat the hell out of Otabek at a place he would have
assumed was neutral ground. “I’m not obsessed. I’m just protective.”
“Over protective,” Yuri corrected, returning to his magazine while checking his
phone.
He wouldn’t deny that he had been somewhat overbearing at times, but Otabek was
only trying to be cautious. “You like it.”
Yuri smiled. He did like it. “Come over here and keep me warm. Maybe if you are
lucky the baby will move for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Otabek asked hopefully, springing from his seat and shifting Yuri’s
legs to drape across his lap. His hands went immediately to the omega’s
stomach. “Were they active today?”
“Usually while you’re skating. Our baby is already a morning person,” Yuri said
with a reserved smile.
“Maybe they already love the ice.” Otabek could picture Yuri teaching their
child to skate, a perfect little copy of his beloved omega wobbling on nubby
legs and giggling with a melodic airiness.
“I hope so,” Yuri murmured, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. The screen
flashed with a new message from Yuuri.
He was coming back to Russia.
Chapter End Notes
     Hopefully another update this weekend. I had to get something down on
     paper before I totally lost my mind. It has been so so long and I
     have just wanted to write for this fic, but between depression,
     applying to graduate school and long hours at the bakery....my life
     has been a hot mess.
     Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive through all my
     whining and writing struggles. Thank you all for being patient. I
     would like to see this fic find its ending before its 1 year
     anniversary.
     Special shout out to Potya for just being the best friend I could
     have ever asked for.
     Also....I'm going to Ikkicon in December and it is my first real
     anime con. So, if anyone wants to meet up with super awkward fanfic
     writer, hit me up :3 Message me on twitter if you are interested
     @domesticprowess
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