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      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Victor
      Nikiforov's_Father, Okukawa_Minako, Phichit_Chulanont, Yakov_Feltsman,
      Lilia_Baranovskaya
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      Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alternate_Universe_-_Military, Military_Uniforms,
      Alpha_Victor_Nikiforov, military_au!, Military_School, Ranks, Social
      Standing, Slavery, Master/Slave, Possesive_viktor, Mpreg, Slow_Build,
      Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Happy_Ending, Yurio_is_Yuuri's_brother, Brotherly
      Love, Rimming, Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Anal_Fingering,
      Anal_Sex, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Forced_Bonding, Omega_Verse, Knotting
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      Published: 2017-02-19 Completed: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 15/15 Words: 83438
****** Where our Heart Lies ******
by LilyAu
Summary
     A devastating raid on Yuuri's village leaves him an orphaned,
     unpresented war slave. The life of his one remaining family member
     rests in the hands of his abusive master, whose crimes have caught
     the attention of the military. Powerless but desperate, Yuuri agrees
     to assassinate the Empire's famous General Nikiforov in the hope that
     his success will persuade his master to return his adopted brother to
     him. However, things go slightly awry when Yuuri catches the
     attention of the general's son. This unexpected turn may be
     problematic... Or maybe just the opposite.
Notes
     Hello this is lilyau ^^ This story has been in my mind for a long
     time and I just have the time to write this after I finish writing
     Precious Love :') this story will be dark since it is about military,
     alpha, beta, omega and slaves. The kingdom name is "Empire" it's a
     bit like Russia but it isn't Russia at all lol.
     Thank you for beta-ing my works once again Ninjassasin8! This chapter
     won't be good if you didn't edit this :') thank you! And WarriorNun!
     Thank you :)
     I hope you like this, I'm sorry for any mistakes. And please leave if
     you don't like it. I've warned there'll be non con element in future
     chapters. Thanks.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Wish *****
Yuuri panted harshly on his knees, out of breath. His stomach churned with
disgust for the cruel, merciless man sitting in front of him. Yuuri had never
hated anyone more in his life, nor thinking this will ever happened to him.
“Yuuri, that’ll be all.” The man threw a small bag of money at his side, and
the boy scrunched up his nose as he picked up the money reluctantly.
He wondered whether or not he should take the money, but if this could help get
his little brother back, then he’d do it. Long, lean fingers clutched the bag
closer to his body, shielding it from the man above him.
Yuuri coughed a bit, spitting some semen out of his mouth. The aftertaste made
him want to vomit, and he tried to conceal the disgust on his face, but failed.
The man smirked in response, leaning forward and tilting the boy’s chin up
roughly to face him. His smile made him want to scrunched in fear.
“Seems you have something to say to me, pretty." His breath smells of liquor,
Yuuri tried not to curled up in disgust.
The boy clenched his teeth at the nickname, ignoring mixed up feeling in his
chest from that word.
“I-if I succeed, can you promise to return Yuri without any injury? Physically
or mentally?”
He was disgusted with himself for being so powerless that he had to beg the man
he hated so much for something.
Yuuri would rather die than submit to this man, but he would rather submit than
let anything happen to Yuri. His only little brother. Yuuri would do anything
for him, be it blow jobs or allowing himself to be groped shamelessly.
In the past, Yuuri’s father was the chief of the village, and Yuuri was
sheltered from the world and all its obscenities. His father cherished his
children, and his memory made Yuuri yearn for his childhood.
But right now this man was his master. After ransacking his village, he had
killed his parents and sister and kept Yurio away from him. The devil that
takes away all of his love.
He wasn’t the chief’s son anymore. Now he was nothing but a lowly slave, and to
his frustration, the only thing he could do to protect Yurio was do all his
master said.
The man smirked, “I’ll consider it if you manage to come back. Besides-“ the
man licked his lips, staring down to his body. “That brother of yours will most
likely be an alpha. He’s showing all the signs.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened, and he sent the man above him an angry look.
“He can help us raid more villages! So we can bring in more gold and whores to
play with.” The man laughed in his face, the smell of liquor still strong on
his breath. “Maybe we’ll find another boy like you in the next village. I kinda
like your kind.”
He held on tighter to Yuuri’s chin. “You, my dear, look so promising... So
sheltered and still pure. It’s a shame that I can’t have you before we send you
off to the Empire, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make if it’ll get rid of
that Nikiforov bastard… You can put that purity to good use,” he chuckled.
“His slaves are always orphaned young people from well-bred families like you.
You’ll have the best chance of getting close to their general.”
Yuuri held himself back from saying anything and gritted his teeth hard. He
didn’t care what they did to him, but he wouldn’t allow them to turn his
brother into a monster like them! He wouldn’t!
Before responding, Yuuri took a second to calm his anger-filled heart.
“I’ll be back, I can promise.” His voice came out shaky and low. “I’ll kill
General Nikiforov, as long as you don’t hurt Yuri. He’s too young, please don’t
hurt him...”
The man’s eyes narrowed gleefully, and a sick smile formed on his face. “I love
it when you beg like that, but kill Nikiforov first. Then we can talk.”
The man got up and exited through the door, leaving Yuuri alone in the room. He
made sure the heavy steps were gone before muffling a frustrated scream with a
pillow on the couch. His clothes were disheveled after the man had groped him
and forced his head between his legs.
He felt violated, disgusted, and angry. Yuuri tried to spit out what he could,
trying to get rid of the taste and holding back the tears that were threatening
to fall from his eyes.
If only he was strong. If only Yuuri was an alpha, then he could protect Yurio.
Then he could have protected his village and his family.
He wouldn’t have lost them if he was an alpha. If only he was older and
stronger...
Yuuri shut his eyes, trying to quell his frustration.“I’ll kill general
Nikiforov. And I’ll get Yuri back from that monster.”

…

Yuuri walked with several other war slaves to the Empire’s castle. After
shuffling past the gate, his group found itself in a grand hallway full of
serious looking people in royal black uniforms. The hall was bigger and more
beautiful than any room he had seen before. There was a group of men and women
wearing marvelous black uniforms, lined up at the podium. They looked like
grace and authority personified.
Yuuri, like everyone else in the kingdom, had heard of the Empire’s highest
ranking military group, the Black Rose. It was led by General Nikiforov
himself, who was a seasoned fighter in his late fifties. Although he was
getting older, he had his son to help him. His son was also rapidly building a
reputation for himself as the genius Viktor Nikiforov, the master strategist
who hadn’t even been officially instated into the military. He had personally
planned several successful attacks on the Empire’s enemies and even managed to
capture the group that came to Yuuri’s village and killed his family.
The group was a famous gang of thieves that had gained the empire’s attention
by pillaging small villages and disturbing the peace of the country. They
kidnapped omegas, sold strong alphas, mistreated children who had yet to
present… But after being caught, the thieves of the group that hadn’t been
captured surrendered and offered their hostages as a sign of peace. Only by
handing over their slaves had they been able to avoid being completely
eradicated.
The Empire agreed to the deal and welcomed the slaves into the castle. Most of
them were omegas, mixed in with a few alphas and teens who had yet to present.
Some were around seventeen years old, like Yuuri, and would probably present
next year. Yuuri quickly felt the bag of money weight in his pants, making sure
it was still there.
That man who took Yurio away from him had given him money to buy a small weapon
to slip under his clothes and kill General Nikiforov with. The guards did
inspections before they came into the castle, so bringing a weapon with him was
out of the question. Any money left over would be Yuuri’s, and he was planning
to save it for when he escaped with Yurio.
Yurio. The little boy who had followed him around since they were children.
When Yuuri was done with his mission, he would grab Yurio and take him far
away. Maybe they could live alone in the woods, without anyone around to bother
them. He was risking his life by planning to assassinate a high general of the
Empire, but he’d had enough of life as a slave. As things were now, if he
wanted to keep Yurio unharmed, this was his only choice. He had to survive to
see Yurio again.
He had to survive to give Yurio his life back.
Yuuri smiled at a sudden memory. He had learned about Viktor through his little
brother, who loved to watch the news and claim that he would grow up to be
“just like Viktor!” He always proudly proclaimed that he would protect Yuuri
and their family, and that he would be great one day. That never failed to earn
loving chuckles from everyone in the family, even as Yuri pouted and hid behind
Yuuri’s sleeves. Although he was adopted, Yurio was as good as his blood
brother. Their parents and sister were of the same opinion, and they showed
both of their boys an equal amount of love. Yuuri really missed them.
There was a bulky, silver haired man standing at the podium now. He wore an
elaborate, black uniform that was far more decorated than any of the others in
the room. His cape was colored red on the inside and black on the outside, with
golden lining that glimmered in the light. The golden rose insignia shined
proudly next to the numerous medals on his chest.
The man rubbed his moustache as he scanned the crowd before clearing throat.
Instantly, the room was silent.
"Good afternoon everyone. I am Konstantine Nikiforov, the first general of
Black Rose.”
Yuuri flinched. Was this the man he was supposed to kill? Somehow that felt
impossible… The man had a booming voice full of authority, and he was
surprisingly muscular for a man his age. Yuuri looked down at his thin wrists,
wondering if they were strong enough to twist a knife into that man’s body.
“Today I have important announcement for everyone gathered here.” The man
smiled. He sent a quick glance sideways. “Today my son, Viktor Nikiforov, will
be officially starting his duties in the military.”
The man looked proud as the sound of clapping and cheering resounded throughout
the hall. A young man in a similar uniform stepped up to the podium to stand
next to his father. He was handsome and seemed kind enough, but Yuuri found him
intimidating. A noble.
He looked out at the audience and waved his hand elegantly, eyes cautiously
scanning the slaves before him.
This was an alpha, no question. He gave off a feeling of authority like his
father, but both of them had surprisingly kind eyes. They looked like gentle
people, but Yuuri knew he had to get rid of that thought. This was his target
and his target's son.
Yuuri furrowed his eyebrows, mentally going over potential plans to kill the
general. Perhaps he could use poison instead? But then again, how much poison
would one need to get rid of a man the size of Konstantine Nikiforov? Yuuri was
still thinking hard when suddenly the crowd parted into two groups. By the time
he noticed, it was too late, and he was left alone in the middle of the hall.
He looked around, and for a second his eyes met electric blue ones on the other
side of the podium. Quickly, he moving over to one side, embarrassed about not
having heard the instructions they gave before. When he was hidden in the crowd
of slaves again, he forced himself to calm down while cursing himself for being
so careless on the first day. It was easier to move around when you didn’t
stand out, after all.
The sound of a man’s throat being cleared grabbed Yuuri’s attention.
“So, Viktor… A crowd of slaves stands before us today, a peace offering from
the lowly band of thieves that you allowed us to track, capture, and defeat. In
honor of your officiation today, I invite you to pick those that you would like
to call your own.” That certainly got Yuuri’s attention. The crowd of slaves
and nobles alike exploded into conversation over what kind of slave Viktor
would choose. He was something of an Empire idol, after all, and the people of
the castle loved him. Even the king, his uncle, favored him despite his efforts
not to seem like it.
This was the beginning of the process. After the general’s son, the nobles
would select the slaves they wanted from those that were left. Slaves were
valuable pieces of property, especially unpresented ones like him. Yuuri
clenched his hand. He wasn’t a big fan of the way the Empire operated. It
permitted the enslavement of orphaned children and abandoned people.
Furthermore, there was inequality even in the system of slavery itself. Alphas
and betas were in high demand for military purposes, and they had the chance to
gain their freedom through military service. The ones who didn’t qualify for
the military had the choice to work as servants for their eventual release from
servitude, but omegas would be stripped of any kind of freedom and wouldn’t be
allowed to leave their homes without permission from their master or alpha.
Yuuri shut his eyes. He needed to be an alpha. If he couldn’t kill Nikiforov,
then at least he could buy time and work for his freedom. If he was an alpha,
then if it came down to it, he had a better chance of taking Yurio back from
the thieves and finding a place outside the Empire to live.
He could be free. He could run away. If he presented as an alpha, then he
would. He had to.
Viktor walked gracefully towards the group opposite of Yuuri, observing each
slave with a calm, collected look in his eyes. Yuuri tried to hide himself
between the taller alphas in front of him.
He needed to buy that poison ASAP, and that job would be easier if he was just
one of the many slaves who worked in the castle. Being the personal servant of
a noble would be counterproductive, and besides, his target was General
Nikiforov himself. Not his son.
As he waited for Viktor to finish making his round, he thought over his plan a
little more. After being settled as a castle servant, he would need to find a
way to study the general’s usual routine. Not to mention, there were sure to be
several guards protecting the man like there were now. How was a skinny
teenager like him supposed to get past them? He was beginning to doubt his
chances of actually leaving the palace alive. The master would let him die here
and train his brother to be a killer like him. He had to do something, find a
way to work through his situation...
Suddenly a shiny pair of black leather shoes showed up in his field of vision.
Before he could look up, a black gloved hand tugged his chin upwards,
surprising Yuuri with its suddenness. He was met with an electric blue eye, the
other one being covered by silver bangs. The color was the most mesmerizing
thing Yuuri had ever seen.
"Your smell intrigues me,” the owner of those bright blue eyes said.
Yuuri blinked once, twice, to process what was being said to him. He was too
close, and Yuuri could smell his dominating alpha scent. It was strong, and it
made him uneasy.
Noticing the younger one's distress, the general’s son backed away.
“I’m Viktor. Would you mind telling me your name?” He gave a smile that was
intended to reduce the tense atmosphere and soothe the boy in front of him, but
the smile didn’t work on Yuuri.
Unable to help blushing a little, Yuuri managed to say, “Yuuri... Yuuri
Katsuki.” Yuuri blinked with his eyes on the ground, still trying to comprehend
why Viktor was talking to a person as shabby looking as him. His hand
absentmindedly played with the end of his sleeve.
Viktor frowned. “Katsuki? Like the Yutopia chief? Are you his son?” His eyes
seemed to light up at the mention of the name “Katsuki.”
Yuuri was surprised. “Did you know my father?”
Viktor smiled, “Yes, I met him once. Is he…? Right. You wouldn’t be here if he…
I’m sorry.” His eyes turned sad, and Yuuri’s widened. He never would have
guessed that a man like this knew his father, much less cared about him. After
all, Yutopia was a small, secluded village. Maybe that was one of the reasons
why his village was targeted by bandits. They took any captives they could and
killed anyone who resisted too strongly, like his father and sister. Even his
mother was killed while trying to protect her husband and daughter. That only
left Yuuri and Yurio, who had hidden inside the cupboard. Their mother had told
him to hide there and protect Yurio until everything calmed down, and Yuuri had
stayed to do exactly that. But now he had failed his job. They took Yurio away
from him, and he couldn’t even fulfil mother’s final wish.
“Yuuri.”
His eyes lifted to meet the blue ones once more, and his sad reminiscing
screeched to a halt. He gave the general’s son a silent, questioning look.
“I want you.”
Before Yuuri could even process the words, the man had pulled him into the
clear space between the two groups of slaves. The man had both hands on Yuuri’s
shoulders, preventing him from running away.
"Father, I want this one.”
Yuuri went pale. No. The people around them started murmuring, looking at him
curiously. The general was now climbing down from the podium, smiling gently.
He moved closer to Yuuri, and suddenly tilted his chin up to observe him.
“Nice choice, my son. Only one?”
Viktor smiled, the hand on Yuuri’s shoulder tightening. “Yes, I’m looking
forward to when he presents. His smell is interesting.”
The general sniffed the air around Yuuri, confirming his son’s words. "He has
not yet presented, but his smell has already lured you in? Interesting,” the
man smiled.
No. This was not his plan.
“Don’t forget to register him at the slave registration center. Mila will be
there to help you. He will be your first personal slave, right? Take care of
him, son.” He waved to Viktor and returned to the podium once more.
Yuuri glared at Viktor, but the man didn't seem to notice, his eyes glued to
his father’s figure on the podium.
The general grabbed the mic before beginning to speak again. “My son has chosen
a slave of his own. Now, my fellow nobles, feel free to go and choose yours.
The rest will be employed here at the castle.”
With the conclusion of the general’s speech, Viktor pulled Yuuri out of the
hall. Already it had filled with the sound of chattering and nobles marking the
slaves that caught their interest.
Yuuri gritted his teeth. He hated the Empire for permitting slavery, and for
allowing human beings to mark other humans like property.
He hated the thieves who ransacked his village and killed his family. He hated
this man called Viktor Nikiforov, his new master.
And now he had to rewrite his plans to kill his master’s father.
Yuuri was out of ideas.

…

“Yuuri, that isn’t how you do it. Try again.” Yuuri sighed before scrubbing the
silver dining utensils again. The woman who is in front of him was a beta, and
a head maid of the Nikiforov household. Her name was Minako Okukawa, and she
had been working there since she was a little orphan girl from a small village.
She said that her parents had been the chiefs and that the Nikiforovs took her
in after they died.
It appeared the rumor was right. All the slaves in the Nikiforov household came
from well-bred families. Minako said it was because the general liked charming
people, and he wanted the best for his family. Not to mention people of higher
breeding had a tendency to learn house skills quickly. Yuuri snorted, maybe
they just didn’t feel like taking the time to properly train servants from
scratch. He kept scrubbing the silver utensils for most of the afternoon, and
Minako watched him the whole time, nodding occasionally when Yuuri did as she
instructed.
When he was done, she gave him a satisfied smile. “You’ll make Master Viktor
very happy. I’m giving you a praise for your work today.” Yuuri reflexively
shut an eye as Minako ruffled his hair. According to her, his hair was too soft
and smooth to resist. Yuuri whined at her, trying to get away before bumping
into something behind him.
Neither of them had noticed Viktor enter the room, but Yuuri quickly bowed
down.
“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t realize you were there, I’ll be more careful
next-“
“Shh, it’s ok, Yuuri.” Viktor smiled at him, patting his shoulder as in a
soothing manner, but Yuuri tensed, uneasy about being touched.
Viktor frowned at that, but decided to keep silent. He turned his smile to
Minako.
“How is he doing, Minako? Anything happen while I was away?”
The woman smiled back, “He’s great, and a quick learner! He’s got a great
memory too, but I think he needs some help with his eyes... He might need a
pair of glasses.”
Yuuri smiled bitterly. His old pair had been crushed when his village was
raided, and his old master didn’t like him wearing glasses, so Yuuri never got
a new pair. He was sure his eyesight had worsened, and even now he couldn’t
really see the details of anything that was more than an arm's length away.
Viktor hummed, “I’ll handle that. Yuuri, we’ll be making a trip to the eye
doctor to get you a pair of glasses! How’s that?” He turned excitedly to the
boy next him, and somehow it made Yuuri flustered.
“N-no need, master, I don’t want to impose on you any more than-“
“Nonsense! You’re mine, and I have privilege of dolling you up as much as I
want.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened in surprise, blushing a bit. Viktor always treated him
kindly, unlike his old master who often cruelly beat him for no reason. Here,
Viktor gave him a room, clothes, food, and kindness. The way Viktor treated him
reminded him of his family, but the thought was strange to him. Despite being
slaveowners, the Nikiforovs treated their slaves like...family? All the slaves
in the house were well maintained, healthy, and happy. The general treated them
all like his own children, and the slaves loved him for it. They showed their
gratefulness for his care by working hard to keep the house clean and cooking
the best food. The Nikiforov house was so different from where he was before.
He wished he could bring Yurio here… The thought made Yuuri shake his head
quickly. He wouldn’t be here for long. He had to execute his plan and get back
to his old master. The longer he stayed here, the more he would hesitate to
kill the general.
"Yuuri, let’s go together tomorrow. Is there anything you want in particular?”
Yuuri gave him a long stare.
‘Poison, I need to buy poison...’ How he could slip away from Viktor if they
walked together? Viktor liked to cling to him on a daily basis. He had a habit
of pulling Yuuri close, smelling him, and then releasing him when he was
satisfied. It was actually a little weird. Viktor seemed surprisingly attached
to him after only a week of Yuuri’s presence in his household.
“I’m fine. T-thank you, master.”
Viktor’s expression turned sour, and he fixed Yuuri with a serious look.
“Yuuri, I told you to call me Viktor. The title ‘master’ makes my ears cringe.”
Yuuri looked at him, still unable to comprehend Viktor’s hatred for being
called ‘master.’
Minako smiled at that. She looked over at Yuuri, who was now struggling to form
a word.
Yuuri gulped, preparing his tongue to speak. Viktor refused to budge from
Yuuri’s side and watched him intently.
"V-Vi..Viktor...”
Viktor smiled happily. “Yes! Good boy Yuuri! Don’t forget about tomorrow, okay?
We’ll get your glasses as soon as I’m done with my work.”
Viktor looked excited, like a little kid, and Yuuri couldn’t help but smile a
bit. Suddenly Viktor’s grin grew wider.
“You smiled! Why you have to be so adorable, Yuuri?” The man hugged him
tightly, not even caring that there was someone else in the room.
Minako giggled a little. “Both of you are adorable.”
Viktor patted Yuuri’s head. Yuuri tried to wiggle away, but Viktor kept a tight
grip around his arms. Eventually Yuuri gave up.
Viktor smelled spicy and musky, big and warm, and a little intimidating. An
alpha. It was a little scary, but strangely he felt safe in Viktor’s embrace.
It was like when Mari hugged him. He really missed his family...
Minako cleared her throat, but Viktor didn’t budge. He rubbed his cheek against
Yuuri’s, purring in satisfaction. Minako gasped, and Yuuri looked at her
questioningly.
“He’s purring over the new boy. That’s new.” In her experience, Viktor was
always a cautious one and rarely got comfortable with people, much less new
slaves.
Upon hearing her comment and blushing a little, Yuuri redoubled his efforts to
wiggle away, but Viktor still wouldn’t let him go. He walked forward a bit, but
Viktor simply continued hanging off of him as he followed Yuuri out the door.
Viktor didn’t stop clinging to him when servants began to giggle as they walked
past them. Yuuri blushed.
How long would he spend here? He needed to get the job done and get back to
Yurio. But Viktor...
Yuuri sincerely hoped that Viktor was just acting like this because he’d never
had a slave of his own before. He hoped that Viktor was just going through some
kind of odd phase. For Viktor’s sake, he hoped the man didn’t actually get
attached to him before he killed his father and ran away.
Yuuri shut his eyes tightly and steeled his resolve.
He had to kill the general before he got too attached to the household and
especially... to Viktor.
***** Choice *****
Chapter Notes
     This story was set in 1965-ish era. Viktor could use the car but
     prefer the carriage so he can spent more time with Yuuri *cough
     Have a 5 page-ish Vikturi date for this chapter lol
     Thank you for beta-ing this story @ninjassasin8! and reminding me to
     put the era where this story set :'D
     I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had to cut the chapter because the
     story will be too long to put it in one chapter :''') I'm sorry for
     the cliffhanger X'D
“Yuuriii~ Don’t walk so far away! Here, walk beside me!” Viktor pulled Yuuri
close to his side.
His blue eyes scanning the people around them. There was a group of alphas up
ahead, but the pair passed them by with Viktor shielding Yuuri subtly.
Somewhat and somehow he doesn’t like the idea of other people crowding around
Yuuri, making him smiled at the younger one, who looked back at him
questioningly before pulling away a little. Viktor tried not to look as hurt as
he felt and shook his head so that they could enter the optician’s shop.
They were inside the shop for quite a time, it took a while to choose the right
frame for Yuuri, but eventually Viktor settled on a blue frame that reminded
Yuuri of his old glasses. The optician showed them some sample lenses, and the
boy blushed when he realized that Viktor looked significantly more attractive
when he could see him clearly. When he was satisfied with it, Viktor was on his
way to paying for the pair of glasses when Yuuri wondered if it was even worth
it. He'd be leaving this place soon after all… and the glasses wouldn't be done
for at least a week. Would he even be around to wear them?
When Viktor was done paying, he thanked the optician. He and Yuuri were almost
halfway to the door when Viktor excused himself for a trip to the bathroom, and
Yuuri agreed to wait outside for a moment.
As he stood with his back to a wall, he shifted the bags of stuff that Viktor
had accumulated on their way through the market.
His eyes wandered around, taking in the busy atmosphere and high spirits of the
people… It was so different from the village he grew up in.
As he looked over the bustling sidewalks and colorful shops, his eyes happened
to fall on the window of a pest control shop. They were currently having a sale
on… Rat poison?
There was a moment of hesitation, but Yuuri knew that it was now or never. He
was a slave now, and there was no way of knowing the next time he would be
allowed to go out to the marketplace.
He looked back at the optician’s door, wondering if he would be able to be back
at the spot before Viktor came back out. Deciding it was worth the risk and
that he could make up an excuse if he had to, Yuuri gathered the bags onto his
arms and rushed into the pest control shop.
Thankfully the shop wasn’t crowded or hard to navigate. Yuuri found the rat
poison quickly, and he was out the door almost as soon as he paid for it. He
slipped the bottle into one of his many bags, making sure it wasn’t visible
before he walked out of the store. When he was satisfied, he pushed the door
open, only to find that Viktor was leaving the optician’s just as Yuuri was
exiting the pest control shop.
Yuuri froze, having been caught red handed. There was no way this didn't look
suspicious. He racked his brain for an excuse, but nothing came out of his
mouth as Viktor walked forward.
As always, Viktor’s dark uniform looked gorgeous, and he walked elegantly.
Despite his current situation, Yuuri was suddenly more aware than ever of how
shabby and pathetic he was in comparison. It was really his low self esteem
that made him want to walk a little behind Viktor all the time... Besides,
everyone always turned to look at Viktor when they walked down the street. He
was handsome and famous. People loved him, admired him, aspired to be him,
even. Yuuri looked at him and saw someone a world away from his plain,
unremarkable self. He was a nobody. Worse yet, he was a future murderer. Maybe
even a dead man if Viktor was adamant about hearing why Yuuri had just come out
of a pest control shop.
Luckily Viktor didn't seem to want to pursue the issue just yet. He walked two
steps down the street and looked back at Yuuri expectantly. Yuuri snapped
himself out of his shock and scrambled to follow him.
They walked in silence, with Viktor keeping his hand on Yuuri’s shoulder as
they walked and preventing him from slipping away and leaving his side. Yuuri
panicked inwardly. Why wasn’t Viktor questioning him about going into a pest
control store? Why was he just calmly walking along? And what was the best way
to explain this?
Suddenly Viktor stopped at an ice cream parlor. With his ever present smile, He
asked Yuuri what flavor he wanted. Yuuri hesitated for a moment, but he knew it
would be unwise to decline.
Yuuri pointed to the picture of chocolate ice cream while Viktor choose
strawberry. They took a seat at a small table, and Yuuri found himself enjoying
the treat more than he thought he would. He figured he shouldn’t have been so
surprised though, it was the first taste of sugar that he had had in a long
time.
Willing himself to forget the trouble he was definitely in, he ate contentedly,
and Viktor couldn’t help smiling when he looked at him. Seeing his Yuuri
looking happy and well fed somehow satisfied some primal part of him.
Viktor looked around at the surrounding clothes stores for a moment before
asking, “Yuuri, What did you buy in that store just now?”
Yuuri almost dropped his ice cream, but he quickly regained his composure.
Viktor looked at him seriously. “I could’ve bought it for you if you had just
asked.”
Yuuri wiped the remaining ice cream from his lips. Imagine that, asking Viktor
to buy rat poison so that Yuuri could kill his father… Being arrested and
executed was probably the best case scenario. What would be a plausible
excuse…?
“Um… Minako-sensei… She asked me to buy some rat poison. She found some rats
nesting in the house.”
“What?! I thought our house was pest free?!” Viktor’s eyes widened, blanching
at the thought of a whole family of rats living inside his house. “I hope
Minako gets rid of them soon.”
Yuuri laughed awkwardly. Viktor seemed to be buying it. Yuuri cast his eyes
down, suddenly feeling guilty. Viktor was a nice person. He didn’t deserve to
be left fatherless.
“Yuuri, I think you would look great in that outfit!” Viktor changed the
subject by pointing to one of the outfits on display in the window of a nearby
clothing shop. It was a full body outfit with a navy coat and a sailor collar.
“Uh…” was all Yuuri could say. His family only really ever wore practical
clothes. Only one member of their family was ever really into fashion, but
right now he wasn’t exactly in any position to enjoy them. (It was Yuuri’s job
to change that, after all…) But now Yuuri had more than a couple outfits to
choose from. In fact, if Viktor actually went and bought this outfit in the
window, it would be the fourth outfit Viktor would have bought him on that day
alone. He didn’t know how to feel.
“Mas- I mean-V-viktor, I think this is enough... I have enough outfits
already...” Yuuri tried to stop him by awkwardly tugging at his sleeve, and to
his credit, Viktor did stop in his tracks.
“Besides,” he continued, “I wear a uniform when I work around the house. I
wouldn’t have many chances to wear them anyway...” He spared a quick glance up,
only to be met with a slightly disapproving look from Viktor.
“Yuuri, please don’t say that. Can’t you let me dress you up?”
Despite his Yuuri’s disgruntled pout, Viktor pulled him into the clothing
store.
“It’s autumn already, so you’ll need a coat and some warmer clothes. Can’t have
you staying in those old hand-me-downs! You’re mine, so you’ll have to look the
part! I’ll just have to keep buying you clothes until I’m satisfied!”
Yuuri paled. Just how much was this man willing to spend on him? He felt even
guiltier than before.
“Dolling you up makes me happy~ Just indulge me for a little while, won’t you?”
Yuuri reluctantly nodded. He could smell his master’s happiness bubbling around
him. He could let him have this. With luck, Yuuri would be gone soon anyway.
Viktor put the coat over Yuuri’s smaller frame with a gleeful smile.
“I have to get back to work after this, so let me have my fun~.” Viktor tapped
his cheeks, unable to help pinching them just a little bit. Yuuri flinched away
a little in surprise, and Viktor chuckled.
“Yuuri, you really are adorable.” Viktor hugged him tightly, prompting everyone
in their vicinity to stare and murmur off to the side. Yuuri looked around self
consciously and slipped out of Viktor’s grip. Naturally, Viktor’s face turned
sour, but he huffed and reluctantly accepted the distance. He turned away,
heading to the cashier to pay for the outfit. He came back with another bag for
Yuuri.
“The shoes will look good on you too~. Now let’s eat before we head back.”
Yuuri sighed. Carrying this many bags wasn’t exactly comfortable, and his arms
were starting to feel sore.
After Viktor pulled him out of the store, Viktor led them to a nearby
restaurant. He wanted to take Yuuri somewhere a little nicer, but his slave
looked in need of a rest. This place would do fine as a substitute.
“Yuuri, let’s eat here! You can hand me the bags. Leo should be meeting us here
soon.”
Yuuri nodded, feeling a little apprehensive as he gave Viktor the bags on his
arms. The rat poison was inside one of the bags, and he couldn’t afford to lose
it.
It didn’t take long for Leo, Viktor’s guard to find them, and his uniform made
him easy to spot as well. Viktor passed on their bags and had a quick talk with
Leo before returning to the front of the restaurant. He and Yuuri walked into
the restaurant together, and a flustered hostess showed them to their seats.
Yuuri sat down quickly to pick up his menu and distract himself from the way
Viktor was looking at him.
Viktor slipped into the chair across from Yuuri. The outer piece of his
military uniform was a little open at the top now, and his necktie was loose
around his neck. The white shirt inside his coat was also a little open,
revealing a bit of strong muscle that was undoubtedly at least partially
responsible for the hostess’s behavior. Yuuri wanted to laugh in spite of
himself, but Viktor didn’t give her a second glance. Instead, he continued to
focus on Yuuri.
“What kind of food do you want, Yuuri? I’m fairly impartial to their borscht
and stroganoff,” he said with a light smile.
“I… I’ll go with whatever you choose, Viktor.”
Viktor frowned at him and sighed before ordering two servings of stroganoff.
The hostess, who was somewhat less flustered now, wrote down the order with a
big smile, an overly sweet voice, and occasional glances at Viktor.
Yuuri wanted to disappear on spot. The people around them were staring at them
and whispering. ‘Viktor’s here with his slave?’ he was sure he heard someone
say. He wondered if everyone in the restaurant was wondering why a slave was
sharing a table with Viktor Nikiforov, or perhaps why someone like him was
chosen as Viktor Nikiforov’s first slave. He looked down at the table
stubbornly, willing himself to think about something else. Viktor looked on in
silence, wondering if there was a conversation topic that he could bring up and
make Yuuri more comfortable with.
Eventually the hostess came back with two steaming plates for the both of them.
“Enjoy your food!” She said before returning to the counter, giggling.
Yuuri ate his food quietly. He was on his third bite when he noticed Viktor
staring at him, his food completely untouched.
“It seems your father taught you well. You eat with the manners of a noble.”
Yuuri stared at his food, unsure of what to say. Viktor would praise him like
this occasionally. Did slave owners do that? His old master certainly didn't,
and Yuuri was at a loss.
And yet in spite of the unfamiliarity and uncertainty that Viktor’s praise
brought, Yuuri could feel heat creeping into his cheeks. He put down his fork
and eyed the man across from him curiously.
“When did you meet my father? I’m sure I’ve never seen you around our village
before…” He turned his gaze to Viktor’s lips, unable to face his sparkling blue
eyes directly. Viktor’s mouth curved into a smile, making Yuuri think that
those lips would feel really soft... He quickly shook his head to drive off any
more weird thoughts.
“Ah, I never told you about that! I was accompanying my father on a trip to
some city on business. On our way there, we stopped to set up camp for the
night, and I got lost in the woods while I was playing there. Somehow I ended
up stumbling across your village.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened upon hearing that. Viktor Nikiforov had actually visited
his village? Yuuri wondered why his parents never brought that up.
“I was only a boy then, and my hair was longer, but I'll never forget. The
villagers treated me so kindly even though I was a stranger. And I got to meet
you when you were still two years old! You were so cute I thought I was looking
at an angel!”
Yuuri blushed, he certainly didn’t remember that. Had he really already met
Viktor before? Viktor continued, “Oh! And I got to eat this katsudon thing that
your mother made! Even today it's the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He smiled dreamily.
Yuuri smiled too at the memory of his favorite food.
“It’s my favorite too, actually. Everyone in village loved it, and my mother
taught me the recipe.” Yuuri chuckled, remembering the busy days of helping his
mother with her small restaurant. She had opened it to pass the time, but it
ended up becoming really popular amongst the villagers.
“Wait! So you know how to make that heavenly dish?!” Viktor asked excitedly,
his eyes sparkling with wonder and happiness.
“Um… I can, but not as well as my mom—”
“This must be fate! Promise me you’ll cook it for me?”
Yuuri looked at Viktor incredulously. A man of his stature, who Yuuri knew had
his food cooked for him by skilled chefs daily, wanted to taste food from his
small, secluded village? He never would have expected that.
But Viktor was pouting at him pleadingly. Yuuri couldn't help but laugh at the
sight of this grown man fussing over food like a small child.
“I stayed at your village for five days before my father found me. When I left,
you clung to my sleeve and cried. You were sooo cute, I almost threw a fit
about having to leave!” Yuuri blushed. He definitely didn't remember that!
Suddenly a faraway look settled over Viktor’s eyes. “I’ve always wanted to
visit again, but I never got the chance…” And now he never would, was the
unspoken truth in the air.
When Viktor looked up to meet Yuuri’s eyes, he flinched at the saddened look he
saw. He cursed himself for reminding Yuuri of the fate of his hometown and
quickly tried to lighten the atmosphere.
“I’m looking forward to your katsudon, my lovely Yuuri~ Now let’s finish our
food and go home! You look exhausted!”
After being dragged around the market for almost six hours who wouldn't feel
tired? Even Yuuri, who had better stamina than most people, was feeling the
effects. Moreover, Yuuri noticed something that bothered him a little.
Viktor called him “my Yuuri” every now and then. It made him uncomfortable,
made him feel like he was someone’s property, and worse yet reminded him that
he was… He undoubtedly preferred Viktor to his old master, but he still didn’t
like the idea of someone owning him. Unfortunately, it was something he would
have to deal with.
Yuuri stared out the windows of the restaurant, longing for world outside...
All he wanted was to live quietly and peacefully with his family. To look after
Yurio until he was old enough to set out into the world on his own and settle
down when the time came. Why was something so simple suddenly so unattainable?
Viktor noticed Yuuri spacing out. When his eyes sparkled like that, Viktor
always wondered what kind of thoughts passed through his mind. He wanted to
know.
Yuuri always closed himself off when he was around people, and when he was
around Viktor, Viktor couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He could only
guess that the gang of thieves hadn't treated him very well. Yuuri was so thin
and pale, and he was always anxious about something. Viktor was making it his
mission to fix that.
Taking a quick look around the room, Viktor noticed some alphas and betas
staring at Yuuri. He didn't like that. Unfortunately, he couldn’t block their
views from where he was sitting.
How dare they looked at his Yuuri with eyes like that? He sent cold smiles to
each offending gaze. He knew that he himself was often the target of those
kinds of looks, but Yuuri was off limits.
Perhaps it was his alpha nature that was causing him to have such a reaction.
It was strange for him, who rarely ever let this side of him show, but when it
came to Yuuri, Viktor was finding that self control was a little harder to come
by.
Viktor looked at Yuuri, who was now finished with his food. He looked full and
a little more relaxed now. The sight made Viktor smile.
“Yuuri, let’s go.” He put down enough money to cover the bill, along with a
very generous tip. The hostess let out a muffled squeal that Yuuri decided to
politely ignore.
Yuuri nodded before following Viktor out of the restaurant. They returned to
the carriage that had brought them to the market, and Viktor started a
conversation that Yuuri couldn't really concentrate on as they began their
journey back to the Nikiforov estate. His mind wandered back to the rat poison.
Yurio’s safety depended on it. He had to find a time to use it as soon as
possible.
Idly he wondered what Viktor and the Empire would do to him if they caught
Yuuri before he could escape. Yuuri clutched his stomach lightly, feeling sick
all of a sudden.
 
...
 
Yuuri was nowhere to be found. Where was his brother? He always saw Yuuri out
the window of his bedroom in the morning, usually walking with a bucket of
water in his hands, but he had just woken up now and didn't see any sign of
Yuuri anywhere. The thirteen year old boy sat up and looked around the room.
Suddenly remembered where he was. He clenched his teeth tightly, growling. He
had to ask That Bastard where his brother was, didn't he? He couldn't lose
Yuuri too... Unfortunately, he couldn't go anywhere while he was locked inside
this room.
In truth, all he could do was desperately hope that they hadn't hurt Yuuri.
They had been keeping him confined to this room, unable to see how his brother
was doing. The door only ever opened when they fed him, and not knowing what
had happened to Yuuri set him on edge.
He hoped Yuuri hadn't ended up like the omega he saw in one of the opened
rooms. He couldn't stand the idea of his brother being raped, abused, and
reduced to pitiful sobs as some sick bastard forced himself on him… These
people the lowest of the low, and they even treated unpresented captives like
omega slaves. Yuri was scared, but at the same time too angry to be petrified.
He needed to protect Yuuri. He couldn't let Yuuri suffer this fate.
Suddenly the door opened, and a taller, stoic looking boy came inside with his
food.
His name was Otabek, as That Bastard had introduced him to Yurio. He too was
unpresented, and a year younger than Yuuri. His village had been raided by the
same group of thieves, and it was his job to deliver Yuri’s food everyday. He
never spoke though, and Yuri wondered whether he was mute or just that quiet.
Otabek put a tray of food down on the small table beside the bed before turning
his back to him. Yurio quickly caught his shoulder and forcefully turned the
teenager to look back at him.
“Wait! Do you know what happened to my brother? Where is he?!”
Otabek stared at him, frowning. Picking up the expression, Yurio quickly
elaborated.
“A guy around your age with black hair! The chief’s son! Yuuri Katsuki!”
Otabek said nothing in response. He only nodded slightly before exiting the
room, leaving Yurio to stare confusedly to the door. Then he heard the click of
the door being locked.
“What the-“ Yuri threw a pillow at the door.
Did that mean he didn't know? Or that he was going to check? He didn’t even get
an answer!
“Bastard! I’ll kill you all!”
 
...
 
Yuuri was rummaging through the bags of clothes and shoes that Viktor had
bought for him. They were already in his room when they got back, and he was
sure Leo put them there. He wondered if all the slaves that entered the
household got this kind of treatment. Or was it just that Yuuri looked so poor
and shabby that Viktor had felt compelled to get him a closet full of new
clothes? On his first day, Viktor had shaken his head at the clothes Yuuri had
reported for work in.
“This simply won't do,” he had said, making Yuuri flush with embarrassment.
After all, Yuuri came from a tiny village that valued practicality. What could
he have known? At the very least the house staff had uniforms that Viktor
decided he could wear, even though Minako had to help him with putting it on at
first. The head maid was kind enough to teach him everything he needed to know,
and she was cheerful despite being assertive when she had to be.
Yuuri found the bottle inside one of the bags, and he clutched it tightly. This
was his shot at killing Konstantine Nikiforov... Suddenly the bottle felt a lot
heavier than it should have. He didn’t want to kill the man who The Empire
treasured so much. He was good to his slaves, and kind to Yuuri.
Yuuri looked over at the chocolate snacks that the general had snuck in for
him. Surprisingly, he always spoiled the younger, unpresented ones like Yuuri.
The general didn't have any omegas in his household, but aside from Yuuri, he
had another unpresented slave named Minami Kenjiro. He was a cheery kid, years
younger than Yuuri, and had taken to following Yuuri around when he didn't have
work. He was nice, and Yuuri had taken a liking to him as well. He reminded him
of Yurio.
Minami had been at the Nikiforov estate far longer than Yuuri, having been
saved by the General after his village was destroyed in a border skirmish. As a
smaller slave who couldn’t do much heavy lifting, Minami tended to get the
smaller, more menial jobs. He often tended to the garden, and Yuuri helped him
occasionally. Suddenly he found himself missing Yurio. He missed the days when
they did their chores together...
A sudden knock on the door made Yuuri jump a little out of his seat. He quickly
stashed the bottle in a nearby drawer before scrambling to open the door.
Minami stood on the other side, holding a cup of drink.
“This is for you, Yuuri! Master Viktor asked me to give it to you.” Minami
offered him the cup, and the sweet smell of chocolate filled the air in front
of him. Yuuri accepted it, the warmth of the hot cocoa spreading through his
hands. He smiled a bit.
“Thank you, Minami,” he said gratefully. He hesitated before adding, “... and
if you see Master Viktor… Do you think you could tell him thank you...?”
Minami nodded excitedly. “Yes sir! I’ll get the message through ASAP!” He
giggled a little, prompting a confused look from Yuuri.
“What’s wrong, Minami?” Yuuri sipped a little from the cup, savoring the rich
taste. How much had the ingredients cost?
Minami beamed at him. “Nothing! It’s just that Master Viktor really seems to
adore you! Every time I see him with you, he always has a hand around your
shoulder. And he smells you all the time!” Minami sniffed the air and smiled.
“In fact, you smell like him now, Yuuri~ I wonder if master has special
feelings for yo-“
Yuuri flailed to stop the boy from finishing his sentence.
“Th-there’s no way he sees me like that!” Yuuri gripped the cup on his hand
tightly.
“I’m just a slave, and he’s the son of the Empire’s best general. Not to
mention he’s the king’s nephew and a strategist who already has a reputation?
Anyway, he practically lives in a different world! There’s no way he thinks
about me like that!”
Minami tilted his head, looking confused, “Ehh? But I hear the other servants
talking about you and Master Viktor so often, I could swear you two had a
special relationship-“
“I-it’s a normal relationship, Minami. I’m just his personal slave, there’s
nothing special between us!”
Yuuri scratched his cheek, feeling nervous, “Besides, I’ve only been here for a
week. He’s just interested in my scent, that’s all.”
Minami frowned at that. “But in dining room Master Viktor always talks about
you to his father. He definitely thinks a lot of you! He’s even considering
enrolling you in military school after seeing how quick of a learner you are!
Maybe he’ll ask you to be his assistant or secretary someday!”
Yuuri didn’t believe what he was hearing. Him? As a lowly slave? Helping Viktor
with his job in military?
After the raid on his village, he never thought that he would have the chance
to continue his education. He couldn’t believe Viktor would even consider the
idea, and under different circumstances, he would have given anything for the
opportunity. Unfortunately, he currently had a goal that he couldn’t abandon,
regardless of the opportunity cost.
He still had to get Yurio back.
He really needed to disappear from this house. It was like a dream, and it had
a tendency to tempt him into hoping for the impossible. The longer he stayed
here, the more disappointed he would be in the end.
Yuuri smiled at Minami and took another small sip from the cup of chocolate. He
wiped his lips and held out the half full cup to the boy who had brought in in.
“Thank you, Minami. You can have the rest of it. I need to finish unpacking
these bags, but I’ll go back to doing my work as soon as I’m done.”
The younger one hesitantly took the cup from Yuuri’s outstretched hands. “But
Master Viktor gave it to you-“
“He won’t mind if you have some too, will he? You’ve been working all day, you
deserve some.”
“But Yuuri-“
Yuuri closed his door quickly but softly before Minami could finish his
sentence. He sighed tiredly. Despite feeling guilty about shutting Minami out,
he really needed to be alone to pull himself together.
Accepting Viktor’s gift of hot chocolate suddenly felt like giving into the
attachment that he was developing for the man, and he couldn’t risk letting it
grow if he could avoid it.
Perhaps, it was wrong to say that the house made him want to hope. More
specifically, it was Viktor who made him want to believe that hope wasn’t
unwarranted.
Unfortunately, he knew too well that there was nothing to hope for in his
miserable life. He had to focus. He had to get Yurio back.
And he would have to forget about Viktor.
 
...
 
The next day, Yuuri helped prepare dinner. The Nikiforovs would be in the
dining room at seven o’clock in the evening, and the food preparation had
started two and a half hours earlier. Yuuri cut some carrots and potatoes into
a bowl, exactly the way Michele had instructed, and his sister Sara was still
boiling the stew to make sure the meat was tender enough.
The beta twins moved efficiently through the kitchen. Here it was like they
were the masters. They were in charge of the slaves that helped cook breakfast,
lunch, and dinner, and no one could have done a better job.
Yuuri feel a twinge of guilt. If poison were found in one of the general’s
dishes, the twins would be the first to be called out.
But Yuuri didn’t have much choice. He didn’t have time to stall with Yurio’s
future on the line. What was his brother doing now? Was he scared? Worried?
Anxious? Yuuri knew that whatever it was, his brother would hide behind
aggression and hostility. He could only pray that Yurio hadn’t thrown a tantrum
that would surely only result in him getting hurt.
Yuuri stared at the dining utensils and the plates that would be given to
Viktor and the general. He poured small amount of rat poison onto the general’s
plate, and then lightly smeared some on his spoon, fork, and knife. Yuuri shut
his eyes, feeling pale and afraid. His hands trembled, and they didn’t stop
even when he finished.
He was about to murder a person. Nothing could have prepared him for this level
of guilt and fear.
“Yuuri, are you okay?” suddenly Minako was behind him, touching his shoulder.
“!” he almost screamed, but he managed to keep himself from giving himself away
at the last possible second.
“I… I’m okay.”
He discreetly slipped the bottle back into his pocket, smiling tentatively.
Minako looked at him curiously, but she let it go and moved on to the plates
behind him.
“Are you finished with those? Dinner will begin soon, so help me bring the
dishes to the dining room.
Yuuri gulped. He had to do this. After this, he would pack his stuff and leave
the place. Then he would slip out of the house and get his brother back. It
would happen tonight. It had to. He hesitantly followed Minako out.
The walk to the dining room was the longest minute of Yuuri’s life. He felt
conscious of every step, every breath, every passing second… Yuuri was pale and
trembling. A cold sweat ran down the back of his neck, and a chill overtook his
body in the wake of the crime he was about to commit.
Viktor would hunt him down for sure. He would kill him, hate him forever… But
he would be justified. Honestly, if killing Viktor’s father allowed him to free
Yurio, then Yuuri would die gladly at his hands. As long as Yurio was free, his
only hope would be that Viktor killed the whole gang of thieves while he was at
it.
The door to the dining room opened. Viktor and his father were in the middle of
a conversation when Viktor noticed Yuuri’s scent in the air.
He waved at Yuuri cheerfully, and Yuuri felt another pang of guilt go through
him. Viktor frowned at Yuuri’s reaction, and Yuuri’s averted his gaze, unable
to face his bright blue eyes. The plate he had smeared with poison was already
in front of the general. The food was set up beautifully, and Viktor was facing
the meal, breathing in the aroma delightedly.
The general winked at the twins, seeming happy with the food they served and
earning proud looks from his head chefs in return. Yuuri stood off to the side
hesitantly, but soon Minako and some of the other slaves were on their way out.
Only the ones whose job it was to take up the plates after dinner remained.
Outside the dining room, Yuuri was trembling. His stomach churned with guilt.
He’d done it. He’d actually done it. Now it was time to disappear.
He had to sneak away while he still could.
Before he could stop himself, his feet was already running back to that room.
***** When we were young *****
Chapter Summary
     If you have time please reread the story if you have read it until
     the end. Maybe you can understand why viktor is clingy to Yuuri :')
     Thank you for beta-ing this story @ninjassasin8 ^^ I'm happy with
     your edit XD
Chapter Notes
     I really want to slow down the pacing :') please tell me what you
     would like to see in this story and I hope I can add it inside :'D
     In this story Viktor is a bit yandere I hope you didn't mind it :')
     I just finished attending yuri on ice only event in my country so I'm
     sorry if it's a bit late than usual time X'D
Yuuri had always loved staring up at the sky, watching the birds fly away
before disappearing into the horizon.
In Yutopia, the sky always looked so clear and vast… He was often found spaced
out, simply staring out the window, and his mother would come in and ask him
what was in his mind.
Almost every time, Yuuri would shake his head and answered, “nothing,” before
smiling and turning to stare out the window again.
Vicchan would be at his side, sleeping soundly next to his feet. The sound of
trees rustling just outside the glass would fill the silence as the wind blew
through their branches and scattered their leaves.
‘Live freely, the way you want to.’
...It was the present now, and Yuuri found himself looking to a clear, dark,
same sky with twinkling lights for guidance.
‘Live freely’?
At this point, it was only too obvious that the world would never let him. The
thought was almost laughable, but undeniably disheartening.
His eyes wandered to a lone cloud that was passing over the moon. It floated
by, drifting to the east.
‘If I died, I could be one with the wind...’
Yuuri smiled to the sky.
‘At least then I would be free.’
 
...
 
He couldn’t really explain to himself what brought his feet back to the dining
room. A split second of doubt almost had him running away again, but then he
saw the general lifting a pristine spoon to his mouth. Panicking, he stretched
out an arm.
“DON’T!”
Yuuri didn’t know what came over him, but when he blinked, he found himself
already sprawled across the general’s lap.
The spoon was on the floor, having spilled its contents onto the dining room
floor. The guards and the remaining kitchen staff were stunned.
Complete silence pierced the air, and no one moved. They held their breaths for
Konstantine’s reaction.
Yuuri was completely petrified until the general began to shift. With dread
building in his gut, Yuuri pushed himself off the man’s lap and stood
unsteadily. He had never felt so small and scared. His body was trembling, and
his face was completely drained of color.
He was dead. So dead...
“Yuuri.”
Flinching, he braced himself to looked into the general’s piercing blue eyes. A
painfully familiar voice piped up from behind him.
“Yuuri, what happened?” Viktor asked.
Yuuri couldn’t even guess what the man’s face looked like right now. He shut
his eyes, his breath coming out shakier than he would have liked.
Swallowing heavily, Yuuri shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. I had to do this. I didn’t
have a choice.”
The general moved a bit to face him directly, “What do you mean?”
Wordlessly, Yuuri’s eyes flicked over to the plate still piled with the
general’s dinner. The general followed his gaze and furrowed his brow. “You did
something to the food?”
“Actually I-” He swore he felt Viktor’s breathing hitch. “I smeared poison on
your dining utensils.”
A few guards gasped, but the general’s expression remained impassive and
unreadable.
Guilty and ashamed, Yuuri averted his eyes, unable to look directly at the
betrayed faces that he knew were looking down on him.
No matter what, he couldn’t look Viktor in the eye.
A few guards retrieved the spoon with a napkin, looking over the evidence. The
general leaned forward a little in his seat, somehow managing to appear taller
despite sitting down. His expression remained unchanged, but somehow it made
him even more intimidating. “Do you hate me so much that you would want me
dead, Yuuri?”
His voice was calm. He didn't sound angry or shocked in the slightest bit.
Yuuri flailed to respond, “No! I-I’ve never met anyone as kind and generous as
you and your son…”
The room went still. A second become a minute, and Yuuri had to take a breath
to lessen the guilt induced lump in his throat before he could speak.
“Before you kill me, please allow me to say this. If-“
He was cut off by Viktor, who suddenly pulled Yuuri to his chest.
“Father.” Viktor spoke, his voice low and grave.
Why was he using that tone? Yuuri was stabbed by guilt. That one word felt like
an apology on his behalf. He tried to push himself out of Viktor’s grip, but
the silver haired man refused to let go. With an inward sigh, he resigned
himself to his position. He doesn’t deserve a master as kind as Viktor. Even
after hearing that his slave committed a terrible crime, Viktor still wanted to
hold him close.
The general was standing now. His bulky figure towered over Yuuri, and the boy
felt even more compelled to sink to his knees.
When the general spoke, his voice was still perfectly neutral. “So. Why did you
poison the silverware, Yuuri?”
The lump in his throat was back now, but the whole room was waiting for his
response. Why couldn't he say anything? He was weak. He didn't like it, but it
was the truth.
“I… I didn't have a choice…They- they have my brother.” His voice shook as he
spoke, but he couldn’t help it. He pressed on. “They… They told me they might
give him back. If I k-killed you…”
To his surprise, the general let out a long sigh. Yuuri flinched at the sound,
but he kept his eyes on the floor. “They- the bandits- they want to raid more
villages and destroy more families… And they want to use my brother and the
other alphas they've taken to do it. I can't let that happen… I can't let him
turn into a monster like them…” Yuuri had to blink to keep the tears from
falling. He unconsciously tightened the grip on Viktor’s arm, not quite
remembering when he had taken hold of it.
“I don’t want to kill anyone.”
The general sat back in his seat now, sighing tiredly. Yuuri fell silent, not
daring to look back up.
“It looks like you were right, Viktor. They really were sending us slaves and
forcing them to assassinate us… This is ridiculous.” He shut his eyes tiredly
with a hand on his forehead.
Yuuri’s eyes widened. They knew? Had Viktor actually predicted this would
happen?! His mind snap back to the general when he met the General's eyes
again.
“Why didn’t you let me eat the poison?” The general addressed him tiredly.
There was a beat of silence, and Yuuri had to ask himself the same question. If
he was forced to choose between the Nikiforovs and his brother, wouldn't it
only be logical for him to choose his brother? But before he knew what he was
doing, he had already burst into the room and slapped the spoon out of the
general’s hand. Was he an idiot? Was he TRYING to get caught and killed for
treason before he could free Yurio? Why DID he come back and stop him?
“Because he’s proud and honest,” Viktor answered. The surprising response made
Yuuri turn to look back at him. “He’s naturally expressive, and he doesn’t seem
very used to deceiving people. This boy still has his manners, and he keeps
good posture without even noticing… His parents were genuinely good, kind
people too, and they’ve undoubtedly raised him with a strong sense of moral
responsibility. Of course he would regret poisoning you as soon as he did it.”
“Viktor, he still tried kill me-“
“He was desperate. You can see it too, can’t you? They have his brother after
all.” Viktor smiled radiantly. “Besides, now we have evidence. We can convict
them now for treason and disband them, all according to plan~.” The happiness
in those words were almost chilling.
Yuuri hitched his breath for Viktor's answer. The general sighed heavily. “I
knew it. You were never planning to stop until you got rid of them. You really
are my son… " Viktor will chase anything he want until he actually get it.
Kontantine know that.
The room turned silent for a moment before the General closed his eyes,
thinking of something.
It didn't take long before he cover his forehead with palm, massaging it a bit,
trying to get rid of the headache, "Fine, you win the bet. But you should at
least pretend to follow protocol and punish him for attempting to poison me.”
Viktor squeezed Yuuri just a little tighter as he responded, “He looks guilty
enough to me, father. Being forced to take someone’s life surely took a toll on
his pride and his conscience. Besides, he’s young, unpresented, and mine. Not
to mention he did technically save you.” After he said that Viktor smiled down
at Yuuri.
“You knew that someone tasted father’s food before he ate it to test for
poison, didn't you? I'll bet you poisoned the plate and the silverware instead
of the food so that you could avoid other casualties."
"And I like how your mind works, Yuuri. So focused and efficient.”
Honestly Viktor was kind of unsettling when he was like this... Was Viktor
trying to praise him or mock him? He wasn’t sure which one was worse. Sometimes
his master is kind of twisted so Yuuri isn't sure.
The general frowned. “You’re clearly too smitten with him. At least put him
under house arrest while we get to work on that group of bastards. You’re
coming with me.”
“Wait! D-did you both really know that I would do something like this?” Yuuri
blinked rapidly, still not quite coming to terms with the situation.
“You’re talking about me, Viktor Nikiforov, who was just instated as the
lieutenant general of the Black Rose. The title didn't come out without reason,
Yuuri," he smiled to him.
"Of course we didn’t think that those petty thieves would just give us so many
slaves without some kind of catch.” Viktor tapped his lips with a playful
smile. “Though I am admittedly a little miffed that they sent my sweet little
Yuuri to do their dirty work.”
Did Viktor really just say that out loud? In this situation? Yuuri couldn’t
believe this man… And the general. He knew that the general treasured his son,
but did he really love him enough to let his son’s slave go with nothing but a
slap on the wrist after attempted murder?
Noticing Yuuri’s bewildered look, the general chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve been
through this too many times to be angry. I’ll forgive you, for Viktor’s sake.
Just go along with him and make him happy.”
“But, aren’t you disappointed in me? Don’t you want to execute me for treason
or something?”
“Well, you did show your loyalty by coming back. In return for saving the
general and revealing the true culprits behind the assassination attempt, we’ll
even find your brother for you~ We have some people on the inside already, it
won’t be difficult.” Viktor hummed, smiling lightly with his cheek resting on
Yuuri’s head. “I still want you, my lovely Yuuri, even though you’ve been a bit
naughty today.”
Yuuri was speechless. He didn’t even know what to think. He could only stare at
the ground and wonder what on earth Viktor was thinking.
The general muttered under his breath, “Young people. I think it’s about time I
retire. I’m getting too old for this.”
It was then that the guards moved to take Yuuri out of the room, but Viktor
looked at them sharply.
“I’ll take him up to his room and lock him in. He’s mine, so I’ll take
responsibility.”
Yuuri turned his head to look up at Viktor. “Maste-Vi-Viktor! I’m responsible
for my own actions! I apologize for what I’ve done, but none of it can be
attributed to you!”
Somewhere in the back of Viktor’s mind, he thought to himself that the little
outburst was adorable, but he was a little more focused on the guards who were
advancing on his Yuuri. Thankfully they noticed the irritated scent he was
emitting and backed off. He did, however, force himself to allow them to tie
Yuuri’s hands in front of him.
Viktor waved to his father, who waved back at him, and exited the room with
Yuuri in tow. The slaves beyond the door looked at both of them in disbelief.
The new slave had actually tried and failed to assassinate the master of the
house. It was big news and prime gossip for the servant. He saw Minako looking
at him incredulously, and he turned away in shame. They treasured the general.
Of course they would feel angry and betrayed.
They passed the other slaves by with Viktor’s hand on his shoulder. His master
smiled at him, but it wasn’t as reassuring as it was probably meant to be.
Viktor’s grip was just a little too tight, and Yuuri found that he couldn't
wait to get to his room.
While Yuuri wallowed in his anxiety, Viktor looked down at the boy before him.
Yuuri couldn't run away now, right? Somehow he felt that Yuuri might decide to
disappear on him while his back was turned. He felt an odd need to tie him up
and keep him close to make sure Yuuri didn't go anywhere. A being as soft and
earnest as Yuuri had to be protected from the filth of the world after all, and
some worthless bastards had already dared to touch what was his.
It hurt even more to think that said worthless bastards had made his Yuuri so
desperate and afraid. A fire ignited somewhere inside him when he remembered
how Yuuri trembled as he talked about them. His desire to eradicate them grew
even stronger. They would never threaten or blackmail Yuuri ever again.
In the meantime, he would make sure that Yuuri was never too far from him.
Maybe his concerns were unfounded, but he didn't want to test luck.
Yuuri looked at him from the corner of his eye. His head stayed down, but
Viktor noticed the subtle glance and the light tremors that shook Yuuri’s
shoulder slightly. It came as a surprise when Yuuri spoke.
“I… I don't deserve to be your slave. I'm sorry I ended up being a
disappointment… You should find someone better.”
He could never repay Viktor for his kindness. This man had bought food and
clothes for him with his own money and stood up for him even after Yuuri had
almost poisoned his father. Yuuri couldn't believe a man like Viktor Nikiforov
existed, but he knew that he didn't deserve to be in Viktor’s life. His actions
would reflect badly on Viktor’s judgement, and the idea of ruining Viktor’s
reputation was surprisingly painful.
Viktor sighed, looking up. “Then… You can repay me with your loyalty. I like
you and wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. Besides, do you know what
happens to secondhand slaves?”
Yuuri gulped and shook his head. Suddenly Viktor stopped to hug him tight. The
two were alone, and the hall was quiet.
Viktor breathed him in, nosing his scent glands. Yuuri was slightly taken
aback, since Viktor usually didn’t go near them, but he stayed quiet. He
wouldn’t deny Viktor this, but heat crept into his cheeks, and suddenly the act
felt a little too intimate.
“Secondhand slaves get sold for cheap on the market. You would probably get
sold to some depraved creep and end up beaten and malnourished. I could never
let that happen to you.” He tightened his grip on Yuuri, holding him a little
closer and rubbing soothing circles into his back.
“You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve anything that’s happened to you.” He
ran his hand over the curve of Yuuri’s hip and basked in the warmth that Yuuri
gave off. Even the years they’d been apart hadn’t taken away the warmth that
Viktor remembered.
Yuuri pushed at Viktor’s chest with his bound hands to make some space between
them. “But Viktor, I tried to kill your father! How can you be so forgiving to
someone like me?”
Viktor released him to stare into his eyes.
“Maybe you didn’t remember, but I owe you for my time in Yutopia.” Yuuri
blinked at him. “At this estate, all the slaves eventually work their way out
of servitude and reclaim their rights as human beings. They deserve it, of
course, but everyone who walks into this house as a slave leaves eventually.
Even the ones who choose to stay a little longer than they have to. They all
end up leaving, but I have to stay behind.”
Viktor looked down at Yuuri with a faraway smile. “When I saw you in that crowd
of slaves, I just knew it had to be fate...”
Viktor trailed off, but Yuuri was still waiting to hear the rest of what Viktor
had to say. A moment passed and Viktor hadn’t said anything though, so Yuuri
took the initiative to say, “... Viktor, I was two years old when you came to
my village. How could you owe me anything?”
Viktor gently pulled Yuuri’s shoulders closer, pushing their foreheads
together. “You gave me life, Yuuri. You saved me.”
Yuuri certainly didn’t remember doing that. What could he have possibly done as
a chubby toddler? He was about to ask for further elaboration, but then Viktor
continued speaking.
“I… I had just lost my mother at the time, and my father brought me along on
his trip because he knew I’d just get depressed if I stayed home. He was hoping
to cheer me up so that I could try to move on, but then I got lost in the
woods.”
So that was why he never saw the general’s wife. He focused on raising Viktor
and never remarried.
“They said I stopped smiling for a while after my mom died. I was six years old
when I met you, but you were the purest, most innocent being I’d ever
encountered. Even then your scent calmed me.” His eyes went somewhere far away
again.
“When I got lost in the woods, I wandered around for hours without food or
water. I felt just about ready to die when you found me there. Apparently I was
just outside the border of your village. You had been crawling around, chasing
squirrel when no one was watching. Later when your parents went looking for
you, they found us together, and you had fallen asleep beside me.”
Yuuri blushed madly. Just how stupid was he as a child?
“After that, you clung to me all the time. You followed me around, smiled at
me, and took a particular liking to my hair. At least that’s what I’m guessing
it was with how much you pulled on it.” Viktor chuckled, and Yuuri muttered a
quiet “sorry.” Viktor gave another laugh and continued, “but somehow it made me
happy. You made me feel needed and loved… Even though my mother was gone, I
wasn’t lonely anymore.” He took the younger one’s hand and held it to his
cheek. “The five days I spent in Yutopia were the happiest I had ever had. It
was the first time I had been happy since my mother left us forever.”
Little baby Yuuri had given him the life and love that he never thought he
would have again, and never really did have again after he left the village.
The child who had clung to him during his stay in the village had loved him
unconditionally in the most innocent way possible.
“I was on the verge of tears when I had to go home, and you held onto me and
begged me not to go.” He sighed. “I really wanted to bring you home with me,
but I couldn’t.” With a wistful smile, Viktor acknowledged that Yuuri would
never know how it felt to see him again at the castle after so many years of
separation. Yuuri would never know how it felt to bring him back to the estate
and learn that the adorable little baby that Viktor had met so long ago had
grown into a hard working boy with expressive eyes. Yuuri would never know how
much it hurt to see him pull back and close himself off when Viktor got close.
Viktor moved forward and Yuuri was surprised when he kissed Yuuri’s forehead.
“I promised myself that I would come back when you were older, but it looks
like I was too late.”
At the reminder of the fate of his village, Yuuri felt a pang of sadness. It
hurt to remember that he would never see Yuuko or Mari or his mom or-
“Viktor, I am so sorry. I almost took your father’s… I’m sorry.”
The general was Viktor’s only family. Yuuri realized that he of all people
should have known how cruel and heartbreaking that loss would have been. He was
on the verge of tears.
“But, my brother…”
Viktor smiled reassuringly. “We’ll save your brother. In return, I ask that you
pledge your loyalty to the Empire, especially to me.”
The hall was quiet for a while, the boy shut his eyes, savoring the moment for
a while. When he opened his eyes and looked back at Viktor, the boy was giving
him determined look.
“If you save him, then I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, Viktor.”
Viktor hugged him tight, his voice trembling and shaky. He was almost
childlike. “Promise? Don’t ever leave me, Yuuri. Stay close to me whether you
end up being an alpha, beta, or omega.”
Yuuri buried his face in Viktor’s neck. Viktor still wanted him.
“I promise I won’t leave you.”
Suddenly they heard someone clear their throat, and both of them jumped out of
the hug. There stood Minako at the end of the hall.
Yuuri quickly stepped forward. “Mi-minako-sensei! I-I’m sorry to have
disappointed you! I-“
“I’ve heard what happened,” she said, touching her forehead with a frown. “And
I know you had your reasons. Just give us time, we aren't mad at you, Yuuri.”
Minako bit her lips, “It’s just, the general is like a father to all of us.
We’ve all lost our parents, and he took us in.”
Yuuri looked even more guilty than before. Viktor smelled the distress coming
off of him and pulled him to his side.
“Minako, I’m putting him under house arrest. Could you please watch him for
me?” Viktor asked her seriously.
She sighed. “Aren't you scared we’ll poison your precious boy here?”
Viktor smiled chillingly. “You won’t. You like him too.”
She gave a smile as answer. “You know me.” She walked past them, and Viktor
turned Yuuri around and pushed him forward lightly.
“Follow her, she’ll tell you what to do.”
Yuuri walked hesitantly, but he bowed to Viktor before leaving and followed
Minako to the end of the hall.
When Viktor was left alone, the hall became quiet again. The world outside the
window was dark, and the sound of trees rustling in the cold wind was the only
sound to be heard. Viktor turned on his heels and began making his way back to
the dining room. He covered his mouth, unable to help but smile.
‘Finally. I have you. Now you can’t run from me. You promised.’
He stopped to stare to the moon through the window. It was beautiful, but a
cloud passed over it, and the night sky turned even darker than before. Viktor
touched his forehead, still smiling.
‘And I’ll make sure you keep that promise, Yuuri. That's MY promise.’
 
...
 
Someday all of them would leave him. Just like his mother. His beloved mother
who smelled like flowers. She was sweet and calming and Viktor would miss her
forever. He remembered nuzzling her scent glands one last time before they took
her body away.
She didn’t smell like anything.
She had been sick. She had a weak body, and even the kingdom’s best doctors
couldn't save her in the end. After her death, his father turned cold. He
barely talked to him anymore, always too busy with work to spend time with his
son.
His heart felt empty.
It was almost a year after his mother’s death that his father suddenly
approached him.
“Viktor, we’re going on a trip to a city on the outskirts of the Empire. You
need to leave the house and get some air.”
There wasn't much discussion. His father said so, and he went.
When they reached the place, he was left alone while the bigger men set up
camp. Viktor decided to go for a walk to alleviate his boredom. During his
exploration, he stumbled across a little lake with a nearby trail that he
followed further and further into the woods. When the trail ended, he found
himself in the middle of nowhere. The moon was out, and the sky was dark. He
can’t see the trail anymore, and the trees kept him from seeing anything else.
He was lost. There was no other way to put it. Viktor tried to call for his
father, but he heard nothing in response. Viktor traveled a little further, but
before he knew it, he was even more lost than before. The bushes seemed
thicker, and the area seemed untouched. He was in the middle of a dark forest
with no light and no shelter. Worse, he was starting to notice a distinct lack
of food and water too. He had eaten practically nothing since this morning, and
he was starting to feel a little weak. Viktor walked until his feet couldn't
support him anymore. He lost count of how many times he fell and eventually
just gave up and laid on the ground.
Suddenly fatigue caught up to him. The autumn wind was cold and biting, but
nevertheless it was getting hard to stay awake. He curled up under a tree and
looked up to see an owl watching him curiously.
At least he had found another living being. The forest was scary, and the sound
of a wolf howling on the far side of the woods was terrifying. The boy slowly
closed his eyes. Would his mom be waiting for him if he gave in?
 
…
 
The next time he woke up, the sun was high in the sky. He realized he wasn't in
the woods where he had fallen asleep, but instead in a traditional looking
house.
He was laying on a thick mattress like thing, which was a nice upgrade from the
cold, grassy ground he had lost consciousness on. Viktor was ready to stand up
and search for his father again when he smelled something in the air.
A person’s scent. Viktor looked to his side.
There was a baby curled up beside him, sleeping soundly. He smelled sweet, like
flowers, but not quite the same flowers that his mom had smelled like. He
lightly touched the baby’s soft cheeks, and the baby moved a bit, furrowing his
eyebrows.
How cute.
Viktor wanted to ruffle his dark hair, which looked so soft and fluffy. Kind of
like the rest of him. The baby’s hair shined where the light hit it. When
Viktor tried to pat his head, a pair of big brown eyes suddenly fluttered open.
Viktor’s cheeks blushed a soft pink, and the baby eyed Viktor questioningly for
what must have been a full minute.
Viktor tried to smile. “Hello. I’m Viktor.”
The baby only stared, tilting his head.
Suddenly he feel his cheeks grew hotter, the baby look so cute and innocent
when he did that.
“My name is Viktor,” he repeated. “Who are you?”
Suddenly the baby giggled happily, crawling to his lap, and then his hand was
in Viktor’s hair. He was playing with it, swishing it and twirling it… And
Viktor let him do it. He couldn't possibly take the smile off this baby’s face
by yanking his hair away. The baby gripped the hair softly before rubbing it
over his cheeks, giggling happily.
“ii tor- I to-r” the baby let out happy sounds.
Viktor’s heart clenched when he realized that the baby trying to say his name.
“Viktor,” he repeated for the baby’s benefit. Unconsciously, his lips widened
into a smile. It was weird since he rarely smiled these days, but he couldn't
really help it right now. The child was just so small, so cute, so innocent...
Suddenly the baby brought a chunk of hair to his mouth and Viktor paled.
“No, no, you’ll choke on that…” He was ready to pulled his soaked hair away
when the door was suddenly opened, revealing a woman with kind eyes on the
other side. Her expression turned panicked when she saw her baby trying to eat
her guest’s hair.
“Yuuri! Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, please forgive my son!” she pulled her
son back, but then Yuuri started to cry.
“Ii- tor! I-tor!” he tried to wiggle out of her arms. Viktor laughed awkwardly
and gestured to show that he didn’t mind. As soon as Yuuri was on the ground,
he crawled back to Viktor and nestled in Viktor’s lap.
Yuuri smelled really nice. Viktor felt calm and relaxed in the face of the
baby’s happiness … Viktor patted Yuuri’s head. Somehow he felt the happiness
creeping into him too.
“I’m sorry for my son’s behavior, he’s usually so shy around people.” She
sighed, resigning herself to her son’s behavior.
Viktor smiled at her. “It’s okay. He’s cute, and he seems to like me.” He
lifted the baby a little and nuzzled his cheek against the smaller one’s. Yuuri
giggled delightedly at the contact.
Suddenly he remembered his situation and quickly bowed his head at Yuuri’s
mother.
“I’m sorry, my name is Viktor! May I know where I am? I got lost yesterday, and
I'm sure my father is looking for me right now.”
The woman in front of him chuckled. “Please, relax! You're in Yutopia, our
humble village. We found you unconscious yesterday in the woods not too far
from our house.”
The woman looked down at her son with a smile. “Actually, Yuuri’s the one who
found you. We were surprised to find you there, lying in the middle of the
woods. We went out looking for him, and you could imagine our surprise when we
found him sleeping there next to you. We thought he had found a corpse and we
nearly had a heart attack.”
Viktor chuckled, he looked down and patted Yuuri’s head. He ruffled Yuuri’s
soft raven hair and relished in the cloud like feeling on his fingers. He
kissed his forehead.
“Thank you, for saving my life.” Viktor patted his head again, savoring Yuuri’s
smell. Maybe it was a little strange, but he couldn't get enough.
The baby smiled at him and patted his cheek in response.
“My name is Hiroko, and the little one here is Yuuri,” the woman said,
introducing them both. “He seems to like your hair, and you smell different
from us. Maybe that’s why he's so attached.”
Viktor chuckled, “I can see that.” Yuuri was nuzzling the crook of his neck and
tickling his cheek with his hair when Viktor’s stomach suddenly growled. The
sound made Yuuri touch his belly with questioning look.
Hiroko giggled a bit. “Would you like something to eat?”
Viktor bit his lip, embarrassed, “I’m sorry... I don't want to impose…”
Hiroko stood up slowly. “Oh don't worry about that! I'll be right back.”
“Th-thank you.”
The woman smiled before closing the door silently.
Viktor felt another poke at his belly. Yuuri was still there, hugging his belly
softly. Viktor curled around his front, engulfing the baby in gentle bear hug.
“You smell sooo nice, Yuuri.”
The baby simply rubbed his cheek on Viktor’s shirt with a contented sigh.
The room was silent, and the sun rays pierced through the space between the
sliding door and the wall. He patted Yuuri’s hair, the boy now sleeping
peacefully on top of him. His breathing was deep and even, and the breeze that
came through the crack in the window smelled like autumn, mixed with the baby’s
scent.
It was only the two of them inside that room, and Viktor felt something that he
couldn't quite describe. His heart was lighter, and his mind was at ease. If he
were older, then he would have said that the feeling was akin to peacefulness
or contentedness, but somehow far beyond both of them.
At that time, he simply wondered if this feeling had a name.
***** At the moment *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter mostly about the plot, then going back and forth between
     Yuuri and Yurio PoV. And a little bonus at the end *cough. I hope you
     still enjoy it :")
Chapter Notes
     Hello, I made a doodle of baby Yuuri in my tumblr lol I hope you like
     it and this new chapter :')
     Thank you for your beta @ninjassasin8 I really like it XD
     And thank you a lot for the kudos, kind comment you guys gave for
     this fic it made me want to write faster ^^ last, I hope you enjoy
     this chapter see you in next chapter :D
Chapter 4
“Yuuri, I’ll go bald if you keep pulling my hair like that!”
Viktor was practically wailing as Yuuri giggled, silver locks in hand. The
toddler really seemed to love his hair… Hiroko had scolded her child for it,
but it seemed that nothing could stop Yuuri from claiming a few strands for
himself whenever possible. Even when he wasn’t playing with Viktor’s hair,
Yuuri had a tendency to cling to Viktor constantly. The two were inseparable
only a few hours after meeting each other.
Yuuri loved the feathery feeling of Viktor’s hair and giggled because it
tickled his cheeks. At some point his two year old mind must have figured that
something so soft and pretty was bound to taste good too, but he quickly found
that he was very wrong. At the very least Hiroko managed to pull Yuuri away
before he choked, but she didn’t let either of them go without a stern,
motherly scolding.
Out in the backyard, Viktor sat facing the woods that surrounded the village.
Yuuri was on the ground chasing chickens, and Viktor couldn’t help but chuckle
at the sight. Perhaps he should scoop him up and make sure he didn’t run into
the woods, but he didn’t really want to stop listening to Yuuri’s laughter. He
could let him play just a little longer...
Honestly, he wished they could just stay like this forever. Viktor hadn’t felt
so at peace in a long time. Sitting there, in the backyard of a kind couple
with a giggling child, Viktor felt like his troubles and his worries were too
distant to bother him. They may as well have never existed.
What would it be like, he wondered? To be able to watch Yuuri grow up and never
leave his side? To him, Yuuri was like an angel sent by his mother to bring
happiness back into his life. He didn't want to leave him.
Viktor stared absently into space, lost in thought. It wasn’t until Yuuri
tripped over a twig and cried out in surprise that Viktor realized he had
unknowingly walked past the edge of the forest. He was still chasing a
squawking chicken.
“Yuuri!” Viktor almost stumbled over his feet. “Are you ok? Be careful, you
could hurt yourself!”
But Yuuri didn’t stop moving. After his initial cry of surprise, he simply
pushed himself up and walked over to a tree branch. Something caught his eye,
and as the chicken began making its way back towards the house, Yuuri ran
further into the woods. Despite his size, he was surprisingly fast, and Viktor
had to run to catch him. To Viktor’s surprise, there was a beautiful bluebird
on a high branch.
“Bi-d! Bwid!” His small baby hands pointed up at the bird, and his shining eyes
looked at Viktor.
“B-id for i-tor!” he exclaimed happily.
Viktor blinked. He quickly scooped Yuuri off the ground and into his arms, not
even caring about the dirt now staining his front side. “You wanted to give the
bird to me?”
Yuuri smiled at him, nodding enthusiastically.
“Aww Yuuri!” He kissed Yuuri’s chubby cheeks, hugging him but taking care not
to suffocate the child. Yuuri giggled at the feeling of Viktor’s hair on his
face.
“Oove ii-tor!” Viktor was sure his heart stopped. He hugged Yuuri tighter,
pressing him close to his chest. “... Do you really mean that…?”
“Un! Uui ove i-tor!”
The older of the two broke into a wide smile. He buried his face in Yuuri’s
neck and said, “I love Yuuri too!” He pulled back and shifted the baby in his
arms. “Maybe I could come back some day when I’m older? When you can talk more
and I can take you to see places outside the village?”
Tilting his head a little, Yuuri showed that he had no idea what Viktor was
saying. Viktor sighed.
“Well, let’s talk about it some other time. I wish I could stay until you were
big enough to talk…”
Viktor found that his own words were somewhat disheartening. Sure he could wish
to stay here all he wanted, but he knew that he would have to leave eventually.
His father was still looking for him, and he had responsibilities at home. He
would have to say goodbye to Yuuri eventually, and he didn’t know when or if he
would have the time to come back. After next summer, he would enter school and
attend until he could move on to military school, which he knew he wouldn’t
leave until he was at least twenty.
A breeze blew by, and Yuuri hugged him close to escape some of the cold. The
autumn wind was surprisingly chilling.
Viktor kissed his forehead. “I’ll succeed my father someday, and I’ll make you
proud.” He looked into the other’s warm eyes. “Please wait for me Yuuri. I’ll
come back, I promise.”
The other simply smiled, oblivious. He pointed at the bird again. “Fwap fwap!”
“Yes Yuuri, birds can fly. They can go anywhere they want...”
Viktor looked up as the bird took to the sky. It let out a call that was
answered by some other bird in the distance.
‘If I were a bird then I could fly anywhere I wanted... I could fly back to
Yuuri whenever I wanted.’ He smiled bitterly at the thought. It was a false
hope that he couldn’t linger on for too long. The world was full of rules and
obligations, and Viktor had to follow them.
No matter how much they suffocated him.
 
...
 
The blond boy had lost his appetite. It had been three days, and he still
didn’t know what had happened to his brother. Eating was simply unbearable when
he didn’t even know whether Yuuri could do the same. Suddenly the click of the
lock being turned caught his attention.
Otabek.
Yuri jumped at him, almost knocking over the lunch he had brought. He had
almost given up on learning about Yuuri through this guy. He simply never
talked. Was he mute? Or was he just ignoring him?
“Hey! Where’s Yuuri?! Where did my brother go?!”
He pulled on the other boy’s shirt, sounding incredibly menacing despite his
short stature.
Unfortunately, his tone wasn't fazing Otabek. The other boy simply stared at
him coolly, making Yuri back down and groan in frustration. Without changing
his expression at all, Otabek pushed the hand off his collar like nothing had
happened. He put the tray of food down on the table and gestured for Yuri to
eat.
Yuri crossed his arms stubbornly. “I’m not eating until I hear where Yuuri is!”
Otabek stared at him for a moment. They both stared each other down for a good
minute before Otabek spun on his heels and took a step closer to the door.
“I won’t talk if you don’t eat.”
He regarded Yuri from the corner of his eye, not turning around completely. His
hand rested on the doorknob as he waited for Yuri response.
There was another beat of silence, and then this time Yuri was the first to
cave. Angrily, he walked over to the table and shoved a spoonful of food into
his mouth.
“Fine! Look! I’m eating! Where’s Yuuri?!”
“Finish that first, then I’ll talk.”
Yuri clicked his tongue. He generally hated being told what to do, but he could
force himself to swallow his pride if it was for his brother. With more
reluctance than he thought himself capable of, he scarfed down the bowl on the
table.
Everything was scraped off the bowl in record time. He set it down on the tray
with a satisfying clack.
“So?”
He looked at Otabek expectantly. Finally Otabek turned around and took a seat
at the edge of Yuri’s bed.
“Yuuri Katsuki is no longer here. He’s on mission, and he demanded that you be
treated well while he was gone. We don’t know when he’ll be back.”
Yuri frowned. “Mission? What kind of mission— Wait. Did that bastard force him
into this?! Where did he go?!”
Otabek looked up at the ceiling, hesitating for a moment.
“The Capital.”
“The Capital?! But that’s so far from here! What kind of mission is this?! That
idiot!”
Otabek simply shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know. As Otabek looked
on impassively, Yuri cursed and muttered as he paced the room.
“Don’t worry, your brother doesn’t seem stupid.”
“How can I not worry! Sure he’s not always stupid, but sometimes he’s stupidly
reckless! When I’m the one in trouble especially—”
A realization hit him. A mission? In the Capital? Knowing Yuuri, there was no
way he’d agree to be separated from him if he could help it. Obviously they had
threatened Yuuri and used him as a hostage to blackmail Yuuri into doing
something… His brother simply cared too much.
“That idiot better come back safe and alive or I’ll find his ghost and kill him
a second time!”
“…”
Otabek wanted to say something, but Yuri had turned his back to him. Obviously
he wanted to be alone. Otabek took the hint and walked over to the door, ready
to turn the knob when-
“Uh, wait! Please tell me when Yuuri comes back. Or if anything else happens
around here…”
The other one nodded, and Yuri appeared to struggle with his next words.
“And... um... Th-thank you, for telling me about Yuuri.”
Otabek froze, but then nodded stoically, and Yuri could somehow see that he was
a little more relaxed than before.
Maybe they could be friends.
 
...
 
“Viktor sir, we need him to distract the enemy. Please just stop being
stubborn, and if something goes wrong, then we can always find you another-”
Viktor slapped the table, staring dangerously at the other soldier.
“I’d advise you to watch what you want to say about Yuuri. You could never find
me a ‘replacement’ for him, and don’t forget, he’s mine. I decide whether he
stays or goes, and he’s staying.”
“Don’t you think the boy wants to go?" Viktor turned to his father dangerously.
"His brother is still stuck with those thieves, and you saw how he was in the
dining room. If I were him, I would feel cheated if I didn’t get to play a part
in taking revenge on those bastards.” Konstantine tried to reason with his son,
but sometimes Viktor was incredibly stubborn.
“Besides, with his brother under their thumb, they’re probably confident that
Yuuri won’t turn on them. If he goes in first and lulls them into a false sense
of security, we could overtake the group with the least amount of innocent
blood spilled. We can’t increase the risk just because you want to keep babying
Yuuri.”
Viktor clenched his teeth. “You forget, I did suggest a plausible plan that
doesn’t require Yuuri to play a part,” he argued. In truth, he really didn’t
want to admit that including Yuuri in any plan, his own or otherwise, would
significantly reduce the risk involved. Viktor was a lot more concerned about
the risk that Yuuri would be taking by throwing himself onto a future
battlefield.
The general wasn’t having any of it. He stared his son down sternly.
“Viktor, this is unlike you. I understand that you want him to be safe, but
having him in the plan gives us the best chance of success! I didn’t want it to
come to this, but if you continue to refuse to allow him to go without giving a
convincing reason or a better plan, then I will reject your request to put him
in military school. I’m still the general, Viktor, and I have the final say in
that.”
That was checkmate. Viktor and his father both knew that he couldn’t do either
of those things.
“...Fine. But I will ask that you take whatever measures you have to in order
to keep him safe. If you agree to that, then I’ll agree to any plan you decide
on.”
The General sighed and waved his hand dismissively.
“Fine, fine, just call Yuuri. He’ll need to hear the plan.”
Viktor left the room to do just that, but he did so with a frown. He didn’t
like the possibility of Yuuri getting hurt, but even worse, he didn’t know what
he could do about it.
 
 
...
 
 
“So you’ll return to the village, looking exhausted, and then you’ll tell your
old master that you’ve killed the general.” The soldier in his late forties
spoke seriously, and Yuuri nodded in determined affirmation.
“We’ll spread rumors about the general being killed to a nearby village,” he
continued before moving to the other table where a map laid.
Some other soldier added, “We’ll need two days to prepare. Once you’ve reported
the general’s death, we have a man on the inside who’s been instructed to
escape with you and your brother. He’ll find you.”
Again, Yuuri nodded. He was incredibly nervous, but at the same time he was
incredibly thankful that they had remembered his brother. He would have to
thank Viktor later. Doing this was so much better than going back alone and
regretting all his actions.
Viktor, who had been standing next to him, turned to look at him with concern.
“Yuuri, you know I’m against this… But I genuinely believe that you can do
this.” Yuuri smiled at him in response.
“It’s ok Viktor, I’m just glad there’s something I can do. A mission like this
makes me feel a little less useless, and I can only hope that I’ll be able to
repay you for the kindness you’ve shown me. I just hope I don’t disappoint you
again.”
His concern for Yuuri’s safety and wellbeing aside, Viktor didn’t like the idea
of anyone considering Yuuri “useless,” especially not Yuuri himself.
Yuuri didn’t seem to notice Viktor’s displeasure as he gave a determined look.
“If this plan works, then we can save Yurio. I’ll do whatever I can to make it
work.”
Viktor smiled at him. “Yurio? Is that your brother’s name?”
Yuuri scratched his cheek. “Um, actually his name’s Yuri, but we call him
‘Yurio’ so people don’t get us mixed up.”
Viktor gave a heart shaped smile. “Two Yuris! Isn’t that funny? Does he have
black hair like you?”
Yuuri waved his hand awkwardly. “Oh, no, he’s… adopted. He has blond hair and
green eyes, but I still consider him family.”
Viktor smiled, suddenly feeling an urge to pat Yuuri’s hair endearingly. “I can
see that. You seem to really love him.”
Yuuri smiled wistfully. “Well, we only have each other now, and I promised to
take care of him. I would do anything for him.”
Everyone had turned to discussing the number of soldiers they should bring, but
Viktor still had something he wanted to say to the boy next to him.
“Yuuri, you need to love yourself more.”
Yuuri looked up at him with an unconvinced expression. Honestly, what was there
to love? He had a plain face, gained weight easily, got anxious, totally lacked
self esteem... Besides, how could he love himself when he was so weak he
couldn’t protect Yurio on his own?
Viktor frowned at Yuuri’s expression and commented, “You seem to have an issue
with that.” Yuuri bit his lip, unsure of how to respond.
Luckily he didn’t need to. Viktor suddenly moved in and cheerily exclaimed,
“but worry not!”he put an arm over Yuuri’s shoulder and smiled.
“I’m here to love you enough for the both of us~.”
Yuuri eyes widened in disbelief and embarrassment. Had Viktor forgotten that
his soldiers were still in the room!?
“V-Viktor! What are you saying?!”
The other man smirked. “I said what I meant, Yuuri. Was there something to
misunderstand?”
“Ah- But- I-“
“Viktor, sir! We need you to look over this formation here.” Viktor sighed in
exasperation, but he turned to look at the plan on the table.
As the discussion went on, Yuuri had to work to focus, but he managed to
understand the gist of the plan. Eventually all the specifics were sorted out
and the general dismissed everyone, but he held Viktor back to talk about a few
extra things.
There was no way Viktor meant what he said. At least, there’s no way he meant
it in the way Yuuri was interpreting it…
Yes, that must’ve been it. Clearly Viktor meant “love” in some sense that Yuuri
simply didn't understand. Yuuri dismissed his concerns and turned his focus to
his future meeting with his old master. He would have to look convincing if he
wanted to pull this off...
 
...
 
Over the next several days, Yuri waited fervently for some kind of news. Every
time Otabek came in, the first thing he asked was whether there had been any
news on Yuuri. Almost always, Otabek had no updates to give. He did give Yuri a
few bits of gossip and news though.
Today wasn’t looking too different. Otabek walked through the door with his
usual tray and Yuri scrambled off the bed to get to him.
“Has there been any news on my brother?”
Otabek stared at him for a minute before sighing, “none.” Yuri’s heart fell a
little, but Otabek went on. “But there seems to be a rumor going around.
Apparently the Empire’s best general was killed recently, and nobody knows who
the culprit is.”
Yuri’s eyes widened. The general? As in, one of cleverest and best protected
men in the Empire?
No way.
Unfortunately, the possible death of Viktor Nikiforov’s father wasn’t the kind
of news that he wanted to hear. He would have cared a lot more if he were back
at home and hearing about it on the news next to his brother, but he had bigger
concerns right now. What about this mystery mission was keeping Yuuri so long
anyway...
“I gave you the news, now eat.”
Reluctantly, Yuri walked over to the table and took a bite.
“My brother… he’ll be back, right?” Yuri asked tentatively. He really missed
Yuuri. This room was suffocating and so was being in the dark about the only
family member he had left. His family had been the only ones to take him in and
accept him despite his rash words and rough demeanor.
He almost shed tears upon remembering that. Otabek frowned slightly at the
wall. “I can’t promise you that, but it’s possible.”
Surprisingly, Yuri didn’t say anything more. He simply nodded and took another
bite of his food.
Otabek sighed in relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if Yuri had
actually started crying. It was a strange sight really, to see the boy close to
tears. The Yuri that he had come to know didn’t seem like the type to cry over
anything.
Otabek smiled a little when Yurio finished his food. Yuri returned the tray to
Otabek, who picked it up with a curt nod. Although the food was bland, it
served its purpose and made him feel full. He’d have to be strong when Yuuri
got back after all.
Yuri looked out the window. He wished it wasn’t tightly locked for a number of
reasons, but mostly because he missed fresh air. He missed the smell of the
outdoors and the background sounds that nature provided.
“You have the eyes of a soldier.”
The words made Yuri snap his head back over to Otabek. He processed the older
boy’s words and scoffed.
“Someday when I’m older, I plan to be a real soldier. I’m gonna grow big and
strong so I can protect Yuuri.”
For a minute, Otabek simply looked at him wordlessly. Then, “It’s good to have
a dream. Hold onto it. Maybe someday you’ll reach it.”
Yuri’s eyes widened in surprise. It was weird to hear Otabek say something more
motivational than “eat your food.”
“I will,” Yuri said. Suddenly he was blushing a little, unsure about his next
words. “And- uh- thanks. You know, for the news. I- um- you- t-thank you.” He
was still struggling with expressing gratitude.
Otabek stared for another minute, wordlessly.
“W-what are you looking at?!” he peeked through his bangs to glare at Otabek.
The older of the two simply inclined his head with the same expression he
always had on.
“You’re welcome.” And with that, he opened the door and left.
Maybe they really could be friends.
 
...
 
Yuuri was walking back to his room when a pair of hands suddenly pulled him
through one of the doors. It was empty, without any beds or desks or chairs to
speak of, but Yuuri only got a second to take it in before he was engulfed in a
hug from behind.
“V-Viktor?” his scent was in the air.
Viktor said nothing in response. He simply breathed in the skin on Yuuri’s neck
and murmured incoherently.
“What happened?” Yuuri tried again. He tried to wiggle out of Viktor’s arms
too, but Viktor kept him in place. Yuuri sighed in resignation.
“Yuuri, make sure you’ll come back to me, okay?”
His voice was muffled against Yuuri’s skin, but Yuuri heard Viktor clearly
enough to nod awkwardly in response.
“I-I’ll do my best...”
Viktor let out a low groan, rubbing his cheek against Yuuri’s.
“Yuuri, I don’t even care about the mission… Just, please come back safely. If
something goes wrong then just hide until it’s over. Someone will find you,
I’ve already contacted them.” He tightened his hug. “Please don’t leave me.
There are still so many things I haven’t been able to do with you.”
Yuuri smiled lightly. “Alright Viktor, calm down,” Yuuri said, patting his arm.
“I won’t be gone for that long. I’ll come back.”
Viktor suddenly spun Yuuri to face him. “Your old master, did he do something
to you? You look terrified whenever you mention him.”
With his careful eye, Viktor didn’t missed the way Yuuri flinched
unconsciously. He didn’t get much more of response though. Yuuri averted his
eyes, apparently adamant about not saying anything. Viktor slid a finger under
his chin, tilting his head up to face him. Yuuri was forced to look into those
worried, tender blue eyes.
“He did something to you, didn’t he?” Viktor asked again.
Yuuri looked off to the side again, willing his teeth to unclench.
“You can tell me, Yuuri. The more charges I can press, the harsher the
punishment he can be sentenced to.”
His eyes widened in surprise. Trying to calm his mind, Yuuri shut his eyes.
He was definitely up for providing whatever evidence Viktor needed against his
old master, but Yuuri couldn't help but grit his teeth at his memories with the
bastard. He wasn't completely comfortable talking about them and needed a
moment.
“I hate him.”
His breathing became heavier as he tried to speak.
“He… raped so many unpresented slaves… they were all traumatized... He laughed
when he talked about seeing terror in their eyes…”
Viktor patted Yuuri’s back soothingly, but as he attempted to calm the black
haired boy, he felt his own chest tighten. Did that bastard touch his Yuuri?!
“Some of the alphas tried to fight back, but he killed anyone that resisted and
forced rest of the alpha slaves to help with the village raids... They kidnap
omegas too and kill their mates. They all end up as sex slaves, but they never
last long... So many pregnant omegas were killed or left to starve to death…”
Viktor growled a bit when he heard that. He was right to disband that group.
The real question was whether he was right to let Yuuri go back to that
monster’s den.
“He likes pretty ones, so I was scared he might go after my brother, but we
came to an agreement. At the very least he didn't touch my brother while I was
there.”
Viktor paled a little at that. He didn't offer himself in his brother’s place,
did he…?
“Yuuri, did that man...” Viktor had to stop mid sentence to contain his anger
and jealousy. He didn't know how he would react if he learned that someone else
took Yuuri’s first time.
“N-no! I got lucky... He just forced me into some blow jobs and groped me… he
wanted me to ‘seduce the general’ with ‘purity,’ or something, but obviously he
didn't know much about your father.”
The thought was revolting, but Viktor focused on the first part of what Yuuri
said. This guy had forced Yuuri’s head between his legs and touched him like
that too? It seemed that somebody really wanted to lose an arm and a leg.
Viktor almost chuckled darkly, but he controlled his voice with Yuuri still in
front of him.
“Yuuri, I can still terminate the plan if you don’t want to go back. Honestly I
don't want you anywhere near that bastard at all. I’ll go speak with father
right now, actually.” Viktor was about to turn on his heels, but Yuuri grabbed
his uniform and stopped him.
“Yuuri?”
“It's ok Viktor, I'm not a child. Being groped once or twice isn't a big deal,
I can handle this.”
Viktor clenched his teeth. He knew how these bandits operated, but to hear his
sweet, innocent Yuuri who he had known as a child say such a thing… It made the
pit of his stomach feel hot and fueled the possessive anger he had been feeling
since Yuuri started talking.
Maybe it wasn't a big deal for Yuuri, but couldn't he see how much Viktor
cared?
“You might not think it's a big deal, but I'm worried! You're mine, and I don't
like the idea of someone else touching you! Only I have the right to do that!”
Yuuri was surprised to hear that, but Viktor’s words pierced his pride. He
wasn't an object, he wanted to say. He wanted to retaliate by saying that he
wasn't anyone’s to touch or belong to… Except he was. He was a slave now after
all. Suddenly he wanted to cry.
Viktor leaned in and touched Yuuri’s chest lightly before putting a hand over
the curve of Yuuri’s hip and keeping the other firmly around his waist. He
snuck under the cover of Yuuri’s shirt and savored of softness of the skin
there. Before long he was kneading the side of Yuuri’s hip and nosing the spot
just behind his scent glands, drowning in the scent of his Yuuri.
“V-viktor! Don’t-“ Yuuri flinched away a little, but Viktor’s grip held him
tight.
His Yuuri smelled so sweet.
Viktor growled lowly, and Yuuri shivered.
“Where did he touch you?”
Yuuri was too scared to say anything. The alpha smelled angry, dangerous, and
aroused. Suddenly Viktor’s hand was on his ass and squeezing hard.
“Here?” His voice was rough, but Yuuri still couldn't say a thing. He could
only squirm uncomfortably at the touch.
“Here?!” The hand moved to grab his thigh, slowly parting it and replacing the
space with Viktor’s own leg.
“Just tell me, Yuuri, and I'll erase any trace of him left behind.” His hand
moved upwards now, sliding back up Yuuri’s chest until it found a little nub.
Yuuri gasped, and Viktor almost groaned upon hearing how sensitive Yuuri was.
He then moved to cup the soft side of his waist and pulled Yuuri flush to his
chest.
“Yuuri, I can't forgive them for touching you like that.” Because he was the
only one who had the right to do this to Yuuri. His Yuuri. His angel. His
everything.
Yuuri almost sobbed. He was petrified. Viktor was bigger than him, stronger
than him, and he knew he had no way of getting out of this.
“N-no, please, I don’t want this, M-master.”
Viktor flinched at the nickname.
“Master… Please stop...”
How many times had he told Yuuri to stop calling him—
Viktor pulled away.
He blinked rapidly and shook his head as he processed what just happened. His
hormones had gotten the better of him, and primal possessiveness had taken over
his mind.
He was no better than Yuuri’s old master.
He was the worst.
“I-I’m so sorry, Yuuri!” No matter how delectable Yuuri thighs or how arousing
his body was, Viktor knew he had no right to force himself on Yuuri.
Viktor pulled his hand to his chest, noticing how Yuuri shivered ever so
slightly. His lips were parted slightly, and his clothes looked a bit
disheveled. Even now he found the sight incredibly sexy, but he couldn't help
but feel guilty as well. He had done this to him. To his precious Yuuri.
Viktor turned on his heels and walked briskly out of the room. He took deep
breaths to calm himself down, and the door slammed shut behind him.
He'd really done it now. Yuuri was probably terrified of him. People always
praised him for being a genius, but Viktor didn't feel like anything except the
world’s biggest idiot right now.
His expression turned hard. The guards could smell the sadness and
disappointment coming off of him in waves, and they murmured theories to each
other about what might have happened.
Viktor ignored them and kept walking, not even looking at the guards now
trailing behind him with concern.
Yuuri was leaving tomorrow.
He just had to pray that Yuuri came back and let him apologize.
***** The Plan *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuri is facing his old master again
Chapter Notes
     Hello, this chapter is mostly plan and plot, and I'm dying here
     writing the next one :')
     and guess what! I just learned how to subscribe to a fic...
     well...I'm quite new and had a trouble to find specific fic in this
     web.../cry but that's a huge difference for me and I'm so happy to
     learn that :')
     thank you for the edit @ninjassasin8 it's good I really really like
     it!!!
     Okay I'm out of here, I hope you enjoy this chapter :D
Chapter 5
The forest was dark and scary. That was Yuuri’s main thought as he made his way
through the bushes and trees. Viktor had gotten lost in these same woods all
those years ago, hadn’t he? If this was bad for him, Yuuri couldn’t imagine how
scary it must have been for a six year old child.
Walking on quietly, Yuuri ducked to avoid a low branch. The guide he was
walking with would take him about half of the way there, but he would be on his
own for the rest of the way. Yuuri wasn’t exactly looking forward to having
only the sounds of snapping twigs and howling wind to accompany him...
“I think we’re almost at the path… If I go much further then they might notice
me.” The guide, Emil, turned his head to face Yuuri, who was taking deep
breaths. It was more apprehension and nervousness than exhaustion making him
breathe hard. “If you go straight along the path, then you should get there
without a problem.” Emil smiled encouragingly and patted Yuuri on the back.
Yuuri smiled back at the alpha and gave a quiet “thank you.” Emil was a nice
guy and probably the least intimidating alpha Yuuri had ever met. They waved
briefly and went their separate ways.
With only the moon’s dim light to guide him, Yuuri found himself tripping
often. The autumn breeze was chilling, especially through the ragged garments
he had put on.
The army was getting ready in the nearest village, still spreading the fake
rumors and making last minute preparations. Viktor was with them.
After the incident in the room, Yuuri had been subtly (or possibly not very
subtly) avoiding him. During the day before he left with Emil, he always found
some sort of excuse to avoid being alone in the same room as Viktor. He had
been terrified after Viktor had pulled him into that room, but at the same
time…
Viktor had considered his feelings. As soon as Yuuri said “stop,” Viktor had
stepped back and stopped. And Yuuri had seen the look on Viktor’s face when he
walked away too. Although he didn’t know what had come over Viktor, he
respected him for being able to snap himself out of it. Unfortunately, he was
now unsure of whether he’d ever be able to face Viktor again. He’d try to talk
properly with him after he got Yurio back.
The boy continued walking cautiously through the forest. A faraway wolf’s howl
made him freeze, but he forced himself to keep going until he reached a
clearing. A curious owl looked down upon him as he searched for the path again,
and every now and then the grass would rustle without the wind. Eventually he
found the path that led him down the familiar route that he had known for
years... The path that led to what remained of Yutopia, his precious village.
“You can do this,” he said to himself. “Get Yurio. Get back to Viktor.” Yuuri
quietly strengthened his resolve as he pressed onward. Eventually he saw the
light of campfires in the distance.
Surprisingly the gate was unguarded, but Yuuri quickly figured out why when he
stumbled across a pair of thieves passed out nearby with empty bottles of beer
in their hands.
Admittedly, even now it was still painful to be reminded of what had happened
to the place where he had grown up. The fact that the gang of thieves was now
occupying it only added insult to injury. His heart stung when he looked around
and remembered the villagers that used to walk these same streets.
He still remembered the night that his beautiful village had become hell. The
bandits had come in quietly and burst into several houses at once. They'd taken
prisoners and valuables before burning down houses and hanging the people who
resisted too much. Almost everyone Yuuri had known while growing up was either
dead or enslaved. Even Takeshi had been taken and sold off somewhere after
Yuuko had died to protect their triplets. He hoped they were at least together
somewhere… It was still heartbreaking to remember that his childhood friend,
who should've lived a long happy life, was gone forever. She didn’t deserve to
die so young.
Yuuri walked up to the front porch of his old house. The same house that his
old master was now using as his own. It was disheartening, but he felt that his
childhood home had been tainted forever.
He was knocking on his front door now. There was a rustle of sound, and then
the door opened. A big, bulky man stood in the doorway, staring down at him.
His eyes were clearly filled with annoyance.
Yuuri gulped and tried to calm down before speaking. “I-I’m Yuuri Katsuki. I
have a report for the master.”
The man huffed in annoyance before grudgingly opening the door wider. Yuuri
stepped in quietly and followed the man inside. As Yuuri stepped into the
hallway, the man turn sharply to glare at him.
“Master is busy, so you’d better deliver the report first thing tomorrow. He’ll
be angry if I knock now.”
Yuuri wanted to see Yurio as soon as he could, but he wouldn’t endanger the
mission by acting rashly.
“O-okay. I’ll report tomorrow.” He nodded obediently. The man left him, and
Yuuri watched until he disappeared around the corner. He considered knocking on
his old master’s door anyway, but then decided against it. It was late, and he
would rather not end up the object of his lust.
Yuuri walked on quietly, trying to avoid being noticed. He didn’t want to
attract any attention. He made his way to the hallway that the bandits had made
into sleeping grounds for unpresented and omega slaves to searched for an empty
corner to spend the night. All around him, he could hear the snores of the
other slaves who slept there. Eventually he spotted an empty place, but there
were no blankets to be found anywhere.
Yuuri tried to curl in on himself for warmth and shut his eyes. The wind made
the window rattle a bit, and the sound filled the air.
Suddenly Yuuri missed his room back at the Nikiforov’s mansion. He had really
taken the luxury of personal space, sheets, and pillows for granted, hadn’t he?
He wondered what would happen if they actually succeeded… Would Viktor accept
his brother into his house too? Or should he play it safe and run into the
forest as soon as he and Yurio were united? But even without thinking about the
idea for too long, Yuuri discarded the thought. The empire will found them, and
if it didn’t, then Viktor would. Besides, he owed the man, a debt, and he could
never look himself in the mirror if he broke a promise to Viktor after he
crafted a plan to save his brother and eliminate their oppressors. He would
stay by Viktor’s side until Viktor got tired of him.
In truth, Yuuri thought that he could eventually get used to the idea of being
a slave if Viktor was his master, even after their last conversation... Yuuri
shook his head. No, he could come back to Viktor after he got Yurio. He
wouldn’t disappoint him again. Everything could be settled when his brother was
safe.
Yuuri rested on his hand, but his body refused to fall asleep. His mind kept
drifting…
Idly he remembered how Viktor had wanted to be his guide initially. Emil, a
Captain with the best sense of direction, ended up leading him through the
forest, but neither Emil’s presence nor Yuuri’s unspoken insistence on avoiding
Viktor could stop the silver haired man from hugging him one last time before
he left. Viktor had grasped him tight and seemed to never want to let go, and
the general had to drag Viktor away and distract him so that Yuuri could leave
quietly.
The rest of the army would set up camp in the forest tomorrow morning, and they
would attack at night. Tomorrow was his last chance to find Yurio before they
arrived.
At some point, Yuuri forced himself to clear his mind. His feet ached and his
exhausted body couldn’t keep up with the stress of his mind. Before he could
figure anything out, he needed rest.
 
...
 
The sound of birds chirping filled the hall. Yuuri felt his bones crack as he
stretched and ached from laying in one position for too long on a hard floor.
The hall was almost empty now, as the other slaves were already out and
fulfilling their duties. Yuuri pushed himself off the ground and got ready to
face his old master again.
He wandered the halls, avoiding eye contact with the other slaves, and
eventually he found the guard from yesterday. The man’s eyes still seemed
annoyed with his existence, and Yuuri flinched at the glare he received.
Despite his apprehension, Yuuri approached him and asked, “Excuse me… I have to
see the master. Can you take me to him...?”
The man glared down at him. “Name and reason?”
Yuuri gulped. “Ah, Yuuri Katsuki. I have a report for him.”
The other man huffed, but he turned and motioned for Yuuri to follow.
Yuuri walked slowly, trailing behind the man through the corridor. His eyes
scanned the doors that passed by until the guard stopped at a particularly
fancy one. The banquet room was the biggest room in the house, and his old
master had taken to staying there.
Yuuri braced himself as the guard opened the door, revealing the man he hated
with all his being.
The master was as fat and smug as usual, with eyes that Yuuri knew meant
trouble as soon as they looked his way. The man had a bottle of liquor in his
hands, and there was a naked woman passed out behind him on the mattress they
had dragged in. Her clothes had been tossed onto the floor, and her naturally
sweet omega scent was mixed with the smell of sex and sweat. Yuuri almost
gagged, suddenly feeling incredibly disgusted. But he held his ground, keeping
his expression still and calm. The man smirked at Yuuri and set the bottle down
on the floor.
“Ah! Yuuri, how is my little one? I’ve heard the rumors about the general...
That was your doing?” he spoke with an overly sweet tone. Yuuri didn't like it.
Swallowing, Yuuri tried to still his trembling hands and find his voice.
“Yes… The general is dead, and I’ve come back. Please… Give my brother back to
me.” Yuuri peeked up at his old master through his bangs, not wanting to look
at him for too long.
The man chuckled, making Yuri flinch him in surprise. “What’s the hurry? You’ll
meet your brother soon, just relax. Come here, I need to see you. I’d almost
forgotten how you looked.”
Yuuri frowned, hesitant to come any closer, but he had to play along or else
getting his brother back might become more difficult. So he walked slowly
towards his old master. Just as he was about to sit down a fair distance away,
the man yanked him down into his lap. A nose fell on his scent gland and a
voice hummed in satisfaction.
Yuuri felt his heart stop. He was too terrified to move or speak.
The man grinned. “You still smell the same, no other scents on you. Are you
still untouched?” the other man smirked at him, and Yuuri automatically tried
to move away, but he was trapped. His old master’s disgusting lips were at his
ears.
“Answer me, pretty. Has the general touched you?” A big hand was on his ass,
kneading it through his clothes. The boy yelped, squirming in panic. With an
amused laugh, the man finally released him, enjoying the look on Yuuri’s face.
“So that's a no then? Lucky me.” The man chuckled. Yuuri tried to not to glare
at him, but he was finding it difficult. He felt violated already, like he
needed to throw himself into a shower and scrub himself with soap for the rest
of his life.
The man brought the bottle of booze to his mouth, drinking until it almost
empty. When he was done he lowered it, only to throw the bottle at the door.
Yuuri flinched at the sound of shattering glass, and the girl on the mattress
suddenly woke up. After a quick look around, she was clearly trembling in fear.
“I’ll give your brother back tonight. Come to this room. I’ll get your brother
ready.” He smiled at Yuuri, licking his lips.
Yuuri couldn't wait to leave the room. But tonight? Tonight was when Viktor’s
soldiers would attack... Yuuri wanted to see him earlier, but the thought of
asking his old master anything else only terrified him. He would have to come
up with something.
Yuuri nodded before straightening his clothes and scrambling out of the room.
He could hear his old master’s laughter from the corridor. Feeling panic rise
in his chest, Yuuri found that it was getting harder for him to breathe.
Quickly he found a corner of the hall and sat down against the wall, forcing
himself to take deep breaths. His body was trembling, and he had to hug his
legs close to hold himself together.
He really hated his old master.
 
...
 
As Yuri waited for his food, he sat staring out the window, secretly hoping he
might see Yuuri out there. He knew that he hoped in vain, but that didn't stop
him from trying.
Eventually he heard the sound of a lock turning, and then there was Otabek
opening the door with his usual tray. The boy move from his current spot on the
bed to the chair in front of the table. Yuri began digging into his food as
Otabek stared at him. It wasn't unusual, but usually Otabek's face was
completely devoid of emotion. Right now he wasn't exactly expressive either,
but a slight crease on his brow made Yurio look at him questioningly.
“So… Has there been any news…?”
Otabek nodded, staring down at him. “Last night a slave with black hair came
back. He just finished meeting with the master.” Yuri’s ears perked up, and his
eyes filled with hope.
“I'm fairly sure he's your brother. I saw him being walked to the master’s
room, and a guard mentioned that his name was Yuuri Katsuki.”
Yuri’s eyes sparkled. His brother was back! He had to see him. Before he knew
what he was saying, words had already left his mouth. “Do you think you could—
but no, you couldn't, could you? That bastard would be mad at you...”
Otabek looked at his saddened expression. He could guess what Yuri wanted to
ask.
“You want to see your brother?” he suggested, crouching down.
Yuri looked down at his food before quietly nodding.
“I haven't seen him since we were both taken... I need to make sure he's ok and
hear where he's been for the past two weeks...”
When Yuri looked back up, Otabek was looking off to the side, deep in thought.
Finally he seemed to decide on something and said,
“Alright Yuri, I think I can help you. I was notified that you’re to be brought
down to the master’s room tonight. He's told Yuuri to come so that you two can
see each other again, but I can bring your brother in before then.”
The boy frowned, “I'd do whatever it took if you could let me talk to him
without that bastard around, but why do you care...?”
“I don't like the sound of this meeting. It's too simple, too easy… I don't
trust a thing the master claims.” The crease on his forehead had deepened, and
Yuri wondered why.
“I thought you liked the master…?”
Otabek gave him a sour look.
“Well, no. I have eyes and a functioning brain.”
Yurio snorted, “You could’ve had me fooled.”
Otabek smiled a bit. They looked at each other with relaxed expressions as Yuri
continued to eat his food.
“I can bring Yuuri here, but he can’t stay for too long. The guards are still
around.” Most of them were still passed out, but Otabek didn't mention that.
Nevertheless, Yurio looked at him as if he were a god.
“You- You'll really bring him here? Promise?” Otabek almost chuckled at Yuri’s
wonder filled eyes, but he figured the boy wouldn't appreciate it much if he
laughed.
Instead he nodded, and Yuri’s face broke out into a wide, unrestrained smile.
The sight made Otabek pause, but he managed to compose himself quickly enough.
“I’ll try to find him now. If no one’s walking around here, then I can bring
him in immediately.” Yuri nodded affirmatively.
“Really… Thank you. I- it means a lot. Everything was so sudden, and we never
even got a chance to mourn for our family…”
Yuri’s face fell, and Otabek moved to pat his hair soothingly, making the boy
flinch.
“I’m not a kid!” He slapped his hand away.
Otabek didn’t seem to mind too much though. He simply smiled a little. “No, not
anymore. You're a soldier.”
Admittedly, he felt a little touched. Yuri smiled proudly at the words.
When he was done with his food, Otabek carried the tray out with a subtle nod
before the door closed behind him.
For the first time, Yuri didn’t hear the click of the lock.
 
...
 
Ten minutes felt like ten years as Yuri waited by the door. He was fixing his
clothes for something to do with his hands as his heart pounded with
excitement. What would he say to Yuuri? Should he sound angry? Concerned?
Relieved? His head went over thousands of scenarios for their reunion. He
didn't realize how much he had missed his brother…
A knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. Yuri stood still as the
door opened, and a familiar face with the warmest brown eyes walked through it.
“Yuuri!” In his excitement, Yuri practically tackled his brother down. Yuuri
had to quickly shift their weight so that both of them didn't end up on the
floor, but a wide, genuine smile proved that he didn't mind at all. Otabek
closed the door as Yuuri shuffled them safely inside and clutched Yurio
tightly, reassuring himself that this wasn't a dream.
All the scenarios that had been running through Yuri’s head evaporated
instantly. It was Yuuri. Yuuri was really here! And his hugs were still the
best things in the universe. Yuri couldn’t even find the words to express his
happiness right now.
“I’m sorry, Yurio.” Yuuri nuzzled his soft blond hair, realizing how much he
had missed the way it tickled when his little brother leaned against him. He
was almost afraid to let go, thinking in the back of his mind that Yurio might
disappear.
“Yuuri! Where have you been?! You’ve been missing for almost two weeks!” Yuuri
looked down in surprise at Yurio’s outburst. His brother’s eyes were full of
tears that he was refusing to let fall.
“How did you know I was gone?” Yuuri asked with wide eyes. “Your friend told me
that you haven’t left this room in weeks.”
Yurio’s eyes briefly flicked over to where Otabek was leaning against the wall.
“I haven’t, but he sure has,” he said with a smile. “He’s honestly probably the
only reason I haven’t gone insane.”
Yuuri chuckled and turned to look at the dark haired boy who had brought him
in.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done… You don’t know how much we appreciate
it.” Yuuri bowed gratefully, unable to fully express in words how glad he was
that someone had been there for his brother in his absence. Otabek gave a short
nod, and Yuuri turned back to smile at his brother. Somehow Yurio looked more
mature than the last time he’d seen him.
Yuuri ruffled his hair, smiling. “You’ve gotten taller, haven’t you?”
Yurio snorted, “All I do is sleep and eat. I’m wasting away in my own house!”
Yuuri patted his back, smiling. He missed hearing Yurio talk like this. His
tone of voice even made it a little easier to forget where they were... “It’s
okay. It won’t be long now. The master promised to return you to me tonight.
We’re going to try and escape together, ok?”
As he spoke, Yuuri soothingly rubbed Yurio’s back. Yuri simply nodded and
breathed in his brother’s scent. It was soft and gentle, like Yuuri, and never
failed to calm him down. He buried his face in Yuuri’s chest.
“I hope you have a plan… But I’ll protect you no matter what happens. We won’t
be with these bastards forever.” Yuuri thought that that was a very Yurio thing
for his brother to say. What surprised him was his brother’s next comment. “But
when we leave these bastards... can Otabek come too?”
Yuuri looked back up at the boy on the wall, whose eyes had widened just a
little at Yurio’s request.
“Otabek’s nice. He’s not irritating to talk to, and he’s helped me a lot.”
Otabek shrugged at the praise, but he couldn’t stop a tiny hint of a smile from
showing. Yuuri remembered how intimidated he had been when the boy had pulled
him aside in the hall, but Otabek had called himself Yurio’s friend back there,
and it was clear that Yurio thought the same of Otabek. Furthermore, Otabek had
risked his own safety by sneaking Yuuri in to see Yurio.
“If he’d like to, then of course.” Besides, this meant that even if Viktor
couldn’t take Yurio in, then his brother would still have someone by his side.
They looked over at Otabek expectantly.
The boy smiled in response. “I’m okay. I can take care of myself. There’s no
need to worry about me.”
“But the master here is awful!” Yuri insisted, clutching Yuuri’s clothes. “Even
you think so. You don’t deserve to spend the rest of your life working for that
bastard.”
The quiet boy smiled. “Really, I’m okay. Although I dislike the master, I have
a responsibility here that I need to fulfil.”
Yurio continued to stare at him as he clung to Yuuri. Yuuri unconsciously
tightened his hold on Yurio and kindly replied, “We understand. But if you
change your mind, then please don’t hesitate to let us know.” He turned back to
his brother. “Just wait a little while. This will work out somehow, and this
gang of thieves will get what’s coming to them.”
Yurio scoffed, “How? We can’t do anything, and haven’t you heard that the
general is dead? The empire has bigger problems to deal with than a petty group
of thieves.”
“You’ve heard about that?”
The boy nodded, and Yuuri could only assume that he heard it from Otabek.
“Well… The general might not be around, but the Empire hasn’t been weakened by
any means… You never know what could happen.”
It was true. Yuuri could have never predicted that Viktor would offer to help
him. He remembered when he had first set out with the rest of the slaves who
had gone to the castle. He wasn’t quite out of the woods yet, but now he had a
realistic chance of getting Yurio out of here forever. Maybe Yurio would even
be able to work off his status as a slave and earn his freedom someday. Yurio
being future alpha suddenly wasn’t a daunting thought.
“It’s almost time to leave,” Otabek said suddenly. “But you’ll meet again. With
any luck, you’ll be able to stay together...” The comment wasn’t really
intended to cause fear or anxiety, but both brothers gulped, hoping the master
wasn’t planning anything unexpected for them.
Despite his concerns about the near future, Yuuri found the courage to ask,
“Will you tell the master about this conversation? I trust you because Yurio
seems to, but-”
“Dont worry,” Otabek answered. “What’s said in here will stay in here.”
Yuuri smiled gratefully. “Yurio’s lucky to have found you. Why are you so kind
to us, Otabek?”
“Because Yurio is my friend.” He spoke without a change in his expression and
sent the blond boy in Yuuri’s arms a thumbs up. Yurio returned the gesture.
Yuuri looked between the two with wide eyes for a minute, but he ended up
simply chuckling in response.
It was adorable, the way they interacted. He gave Yurio one last hug before
standing up to leave the room. Yuri’s face fell as his brother approached the
door, but he knew he just had to be patient. He could wait a few more hours.
Yuuri gave him one last smile as Otabek checked to make sure the hallway was
clear, and then as soon as Otabek gave the signal, Yuuri was out the door. The
door shut behind them, and Yuri heard the door lock, but this time he didn’t
feel so trapped anymore.
 
...
 
Yuuri and Otabek quietly snuck past the guards sleeping on bottles of beer.
Once they found a safe place with no people around, Yuuri bowed to Otabek once
again.
“I truly appreciate this, Otabek. I know how risky this must have been for you.
Can I see your hand?” When Otabek had first found Yuuri, Yuuri had struggled
and scratched his hand before Otabek managed to mention Yurio. Wordlessly
Otabek held out his hand and let Yuuri inspect the slightly bleeding mark he
had left.
“Do you want me to disinfect it?” Yuuri asked with a guilty smile, but the
other boy simply shook his head.
“I appreciate the thought, but it’s only a scratch. Besides, I have another
matter to attend to.”
Yuuri smiled awkwardly, but he nodded in acknowledgement and thanked Otabek
once more for good measure. He turned and walked on in a swift flourish.
Otabek was alone now, and turned to head in the opposite direction. Passing
other slaves that were running around to do their chores and fulfil their own
responsibilities, Otabek casually made his way to the secluded attic of the
house. Once there, he climbed up the ladder that only he had figured out how to
access. He walked over to the only window up there and opened it, feeling a
cool autumn breeze brush over his face and ruffle his hair a bit. A bird landed
next to him, almost looking impatient. It had already been three days since
Otabek had been able to come up here without anyone noticing. Now he was just
lucky that someone had found the village's liquor store’s basement storage
yesterday. They were mostly drunk and passed out to notice he was here.
The boy untied a small piece of paper from the bird’s leg. The courrier pigeon
was admittedly old fashioned, but it got the job done, and he didn’t have to
risk being caught with any kind of communication devices. He opened the note,
and his eyes widened in surprise as he read the message there.
‘Protect Yuuri Katsuki and his brother. Prepare for collective covert escape.
Hell breaks loose in three.’
-V-
 
The date from three days ago was scribbled in the corner. Otabek quickly
shredded the note and sent the tiny pieces flying in the wind.
Tonight.
He was supposed to have come up with an escape plan three days ago.
Furthermore, he was supposed to include Yuri and his brother in that plan. He
certainly hadn’t expected to see that in the message.
Who exactly was Yuuri Katsuki? And what was his relationship with Viktor?
Otabek honestly pitied him. Viktor was a clever, ambitious man who never
stopped until he got what he wanted. After all, it had been Viktor who snuck
Otabek in when the group of thieves first caught his attention. And this was
before Viktor was officially part of the military.
At any rate, he had to figure out a way to get Yuri and his brother out of here
before the attack happened. The message was several days old, so they probably
already expected him to be halfway out the door with both brothers by now. He
had to move fast.
He didn’t know what kind of punishment Viktor would give if he failed.
He just hoped everything would be alright. Otabek quickly descended down the
ladder and went to search for Yuuri. He walked the length of the house on each
floor, but Yuuri didn’t seem to be anywhere he looked. To make matters worse,
the guards near Yuri’s room had woken up and were on patrol. He had missed his
chance. The next best course action would be to find Yuuri and inform him. Once
he knew where Yuuri was, they could come up with a plan.
He really didn’t want to face Viktor’s wrath.
 
 
...
 
Yuuri looked up at the sky from the yard. He had been assigned to load boxes
onto a carriage with some other slaves. Now that the general was “dead,” the
gang of thieves was planning to leave the town in two days. Yuuri found some
kind of odd satisfaction in the fact that that wouldn’t be enough time to save
the gang from being ambushed tonight.
The cold wind blew, and Yuuri shivered a little. After a while, Yuuri and the
other slaves loaded everything from their pile and were allowed a break. The
slaves dispersed, and Yuuri found a patch of grass to lay down on. He rested
there, allowing his muscles to rest for a minute. He focused on the blue sky
above. It reminded him of Viktor’s eyes.
Somehow his chest felt a little tighter when the thought about Viktor. Was he
sick? Through the trembling fear he had felt in that room, he also remembered
the distinct smell of arousal coming off of Viktor... Was it possible that
Viktor saw him like that? Because Yuuri honestly didn't know what Viktor could
have seen to make him feel that way.
Off in the west, some darker clouds were beginning to roll in. Idly Yuuri
wondered if it would rain.
Yuuri shook his head. He had to focus on Yurio right now. Saving him came
first, he knew that. He had to figure out what he would do later tonight when
he returned to his old master’s room.
Sitting up a little, Yuuri somehow felt someone’s gaze on him. He looked
around, only to see Otabek staring from in front of the house. Curiously, Yuuri
stood up and made his way over to the porch.
Otabek looked oddly focused as Yuuri arrived. When Yuuri came to a stop, Otabek
pulled something out of his inner pocket. Something shiny and.. golden? Otabek
pulled it out just enough to let Yuuri see what was on it while still keeping
it out of the view of anyone who might pass by, not that there was currently
anyone outside the house at the moment.
Leaning in, Yuuri saw what Otabek was showing him. The golden rose insignia.
“It’s you?”
***** Messed up the plan *****
Chapter Summary
     All of the plan seems didn't work, Otabek had a headache because of
     it.
Chapter Notes
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     Anyway this is the chapter 6, I hope you enjoy to read this though,
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Chapter 6
“You’re the empire’s spy?”
Yuuri touched the rose insignia on Otabek’s hand, feeling the curve of the
smooth surface.
The metal glittered where it hit the light, even with the way Otabek hid it.
Yuuri looked back up at the teen in front of him, whose expression hadn’t
changed at all.
“Yes,” Otabek answered quietly. “I apologize, I just read the message.”
Otabek shut his eyes in shame as he returned the insignia to his hidden pocket.
“We should be on our way to leaving soon, actually. It’s late notice, but I’m
thinking of a plan.”
Yuuri didn’t have a chance to nod before a guard suddenly pulled his collar,
probably ripping it in the process. Before he registered what had happened, he
was on the ground, dazed.
He looked up to see a bulky alpha looking down upon him. Yuuri quickly pushed
himself back up and readjusted his clothes.
“Quit chit-chatting, you lazy asses! Get back to work!”
Yuuri looked back at the yard and found that the slaves had already gone back
to work.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” He scrambled away from the guard, sure that he was
bruised somewhere. Before he went back to the other slaves, he snuck a look at
Otabek, who was bowing to the guards.
They had to find each other again. With Otabek on their side, maybe he and Yuri
could escape before the ambush began. For now he should avoid attracting
attention. Reluctantly, Yuuri turned and walked away.
Otabek watched him go, cursing silently. The guard probably didn’t hear what he
had said, but his timing could not have been worse. When the guard finally left
him alone, Otabek immediately went back into the house.
Even as he made his way to Yuri’s room, he was considering possible plans of
escape. Would he be believed if he gave an excuse for why he was taking the
brothers away on such short notice? Would it be better to send the brothers
away from the village separately in order to decrease suspicion? Was there a
place where they could hide if escape wasn’t an option...?
Upon arriving at Yuri’s door, Otabek found that his plan had become slightly
more challenging. The guards had woken up and were now alert enough to ask
questions if he came into Yuri’s room after lunchtime.
Nodding a greeting at the guards as he walked past, Otabek found himself
wishing that he had read the message an hour ago. He could have easily escaped
Yuri’s room with the brothers if that had been the case...
Otabek desperately hoped that everything would work out somehow. As one of the
elite military school students chosen by Viktor himself for a mission, he
couldn’t afford to mess this up. Furthermore, crossing a Nikiforov was suicide,
and everyone who had ever worked under one knew that.
Speaking of which, he wondered if Viktor had anything to do with the rumors
about the general’s death… Obviously they were false, or else at least one
person he was in contact with would have brought it up...
Well, the rumors could wait. He had a mission right now. Maybe he could wait at
the hall that the bandits had been using as the servants’ quarters?
Most of the slaves would be there while dinner was prepared for the bandits.
Unfortunately, he was prevented from going straight to the servants’ quarters
when a guard asked him to fill his position for a little while. Otabek really
wanted to refuse, but he knew better than to make a fuss about it. He
reluctantly agreed.
That didn’t mean that the time between the guard’s departure and his return to
his post wasn’t agonizing. The clock was ticking, and his time to get Yuri and
his brother out of the village was running out.
Outside, the blue sky was beginning to accumulate grey clouds. Otabek frowned.
He hoped it wouldn’t rain tonight.
 
…
 
Somewhere else in the house, Yuuri had been assigned to house cleaning duty
after the bandit that supervised the field said he had enough people outside.
It was clearly busy work, but it gave Yuuri some time to think. Honestly he
hadn’t expected a job as serious as “Empire spy” to go to an unpresented
teenager. Was he really so talented that the Black Rose would choose him for
this?
Seeing someone like Otabek in action made Yuuri wonder if he would have really
been worth sending to military school.
Hearing that Viktor had been considering the idea genuinely touched his heart,
but he was probably nowhere near as capable as someone like Otabek, who could
hide himself among thieves and blend in seamlessly.
After he was finished with his work here, it would probably be time for the
slaves that cooked to prepare dinner. He and everyone else would return to the
slaves’ quarters, and then he would be able to search for Otabek a little more
freely.
As he continued his work, Yuuri looked around at the watchful guards and the
other slaves. Some were way too thin to be scrubbing the floors like they were,
and Yuuri was sure that the pregnant woman to his right would collapse at any
minute now. As he subtly moved to help her clean her section of the floor, he
hoped that the ambush tonight would allow these people to find better lives
somewhere.
In addition to the pathetic sight of the malnourished slaves around him, there
was a certain kind of irony that came with cleaning the hallway of his
childhood home as a slave.
He used to play in these halls every day, but now he just wanted to be as far
from them as possible. There was too much pain here, too much disappointment.
He could no longer look at this house without remembering the bastards who had
ruined it forever.
And that was just his house. The village that his parents had loved so much was
now in the same state as the house they had once lived in, and that thought
made Yuuri almost wonder if it was better that his parents didn't have to see
this.
Maybe… Maybe one day, when these thieves were gone and Viktor had grown tired
of him, maybe he could come back here and rebuild the village?
Yuuri shut his eyes. Surely that was only a pipe dream, but he would keep it in
mind. He couldn't believe he had nearly killed Viktor’s father for the bandits
that had done this to his family and his people. Even in spite of the what had
happened the last time they were alone together, Yuuri wouldn't forget how much
he owed the Nikiforovs for their kindness.
 
 
…
 
 
The grass. The trees. The smell.
Viktor had travelled through many forests and landscapes since his first
departure from Yutopia, but he never forgot these woods. After all, these were
the woods where he had gotten lost as a child, and the woods where Yuuri had
found him. The same woods where Yutopia lied, and where Yuuri was now. The
thought of Yuuri being in the same vicinity as those disgusting bandits made
his skin crawl, and it was worrying that Otabek hadn't escaped with him yet.
Viktor couldn't help an unsettling feeling in his chest. Why wouldn't it stop?
He glared through the thicket of trees as if he could catch a glimpse of Yuuri
if he simply looked hard enough.
How terrible would it be to go check on Yuuri for just a second? If he did this
right then it wouldn't endanger the mission, and he would be back as soon as he
left…
A sudden tap on his shoulder brought his attention to the man who had appeared
beside him. Like Viktor, he was wearing ragged slave clothes as he leaned on
Viktor’s shoulder.
“Worrying about your boy, hm?” he combed his fingers through his short blond
hair with an understanding smile.
Viktor sighed at his best friend, trying to smooth the frown lines on his
forehead. “I can’t help being worried... I feel like something bad’s going to
happen, but I don't know if that's intuition or just paranoia.”
Chris tapped his chin. “Well, are you going in to see for yourself?” He smirked
a little. “I want to meet the boy that’s make you act like this~” he smiled
playfully at the serious expression on Viktor’s face.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m not sharing.”
Chris smiled even wider. They had known each other since they were both at the
top of their class in military school, but even after graduating together and
going on numerous successful missions both in school and after, Chris had never
seen Viktor like this.
“Wouldn't dream of it, but now I really need to meet him… will you be going in
then? You're already dressed for the part.” He looked over Viktor’s ratty
clothes in amusement.
“The problem is that I can't navigate the forest... And Emil is busy directing
the soldiers. We’re moving in in two hours after all...” Viktor kicked a small
twig near his boots, the only article of clothing that he hadn't changed out of
yet.
“But you can’t wait two hours?”
Viktor nodded. “I can’t shake this anxiety... Yuuri isn't back yet. What’s
Otabek doing? He should be here by now. Maybe something happened?” It was like
he couldn't think of anything but Yuuri. Him not being here meant anything
could have happened... He just needed to be certain of how Yuuri was doing.
“Otabek? The colonel’s unpresented son? Aren’t you being a little harsh on him,
Viktor? This is his first mission.”
“With Yuuri at risk? No. I feel like I'll go crazy if anything happens to him…
I don't know what's happening to me.” There was just something that pulled him
to Yuuri. For whatever reason, Viktor didn’t want to let it go.
Chris walked around Viktor to face him directly. “Maybe he’s your mate?” he
asked, nonchalantly leaning back on a tree.
Viktor’s head snapped up.
Mate.
Why he didn’t think of that before?
If Yuuri was indeed his mate, then that would explain the inexplicable
attraction he felt for him. It would explain why Yuuri’s scent was so addicting
and why Viktor couldn’t get enough of being near him despite only just having
been reunited with him. A wide grin spread over Viktor’s face, and Chris raised
an eyebrow.
“... What happened?”
“Chris, you’re a genius! I just have to wait until he presents... Though even
if he isn’t my mate, I don’t plan on letting him go. He promised me.”
Chris shut his eyes, sighing. “Poor Boy, he’s caught Viktor’s attention.”
“What’s wrong with that? I can make him happy, I’m sure of it.” Mentally he
went down a list of things he could do to make Yuuri happy forever.
“Well! Are you going in or not?”
Viktor nodded. “I have to. This is driving me nuts…”
“Are you not covering your hair? You’re kind of famous. The thieves will
recognize you for sure.”
Viktor smiled. “I brought a wig just in case.” Viktor pulled a ball of fake
hair out of nowhere and held it up.
“Well then, it looks I’ll just have to come along. Can’t have you getting lost
in the woods without a proper navigator now, can we?”
Viktor smiled. “You know, I was hoping you’d say that. Lead the way.”
The two moved into the forest, walking side by side.
“So, Viktor the Valiant Knight to the rescue?”
Chris smiled, but Viktor “accidentally” walked into his shoulder in response.
As Viktor slid on his wig and tucked his silver strands under it, he hoped
nothing would go wrong despite the uneasy feeling in his gut.
“Yuuri, I’m coming.”
 
 
…
 
 
Yuuri leaned back against the wall in a secluded corner of the hall. His eyes
followed the intricate detail of a painting that hung in the makeshift
servants’ quarters. He still remembered how his father had brought it back
after a trip and hung it up because a friend had painted it for him.
His fingers traced the swirling shapes of the painting subconsciously, his mind
lost in thought. Suddenly footsteps sounded from down the hall, and Yuuri
turned to see who was coming.
“Otabek!”
The boy waved to him and slipped through the other unpresented and omegas in
the hall as he made his way over to Yuuri.
“We need to talk,” he said quietly, eyeing the other slaves. They had all
turned to look at him when they heard his footsteps, but now they had mostly
returned to their previous conversations and naps.
Yuuri nodded and led him to an emptier stretch of hallway. “What are we doing?”
he asked in a low voice.
Otabek nodded. “I’ll be the one they’ll be expecting to bring Yuri down, so if
I get him just before they finish dinner, then I can bring him and meet you at
the front of this hall before the master calls for you two. We can escape
together from there.”
“I can show you some back doors or loose windows if you need an escape route,
but what happens if we run into one of the guards?” Yuuri asked with slight
worry on his face.
“I can hold them off if you two agree to run.”
Yuuri looked at him worriedly.
“Don’t worry, I’m one of the best. I’ll protect you both, and besides, I’m not
completely alone. I’ve sent a message to the rest of the Empire agents here,
and they’re around the castle and ready to help if we need them to.”
“Wait, you have more people working with you?” Yuuri was surprised, but it made
sense that the Empire wouldn’t just leave an agent alone in the middle of enemy
territory without any backup.
“Viktor personally picked us. The gang caught his interest even before he
graduated. We’d been disguised as slaves for six months in the gang before the
attack on this village.”
Yuuri nodded. So Viktor had been planning a take down of this group for a long
time... His chest swelled with pride. Viktor was really amazing, wasn’t he? No
wonder Yurio idolized him.
“One thing I can’t seem to figure out is your relationship with Viktor. His
message included your name specifically, and he’s never done that. Are you of
some kind of importance to him...?”
Yuuri stared at him, puzzled. “He did? Um, well, I’m just his personal slave.
It’s… a bit complicated, but I can explain everything once tonight is over.”
Otabek looked at him in understanding then nodded.
“So, we’ll-“
Suddenly the sound of loud footsteps filled the hall, and a second later three
guards appeared.
“The master has requested Yuuri Katsuki.”
Yuuri turned pale. What was happening? Dinner hadn’t even happened yet, but he
was being called already? Yuuri slowly rose up along with Otabek. He walked
over to the guards with unsure steps.
Meanwhile, Otabek was told by a guard to get the “other kid” to the master’s
room as he was ushered away. The remaining two guards stared down at Yuuri.
“Come, the master is summoning you.”
Yuuri’s stomach is churned with worry. It wasn’t even nighttime yet. Otabek was
probably thinking the same as he gave Yuuri one last look before disappearing
around the corner with the guard.
The guard in front of him clicked his tongue when Yuuri didn’t move an inch.
“Hurry boy! The master doesn’t have time to wait for you.”
He stepped behind Yuuri and shoved him down the hall with enough force to make
him fall to the ground, but Yuuri caught himself on the the wall.
He was contemplating asking the man why he had been called early, but they
weren’t likely to give him a helpful response.
Yuuri closed his eyes tightly, hoping that everything would work out somehow.
His fingers clutched the end of his worn sleeves in nervousness. He couldn’t
wait for this to be over.
 
 
…
 
 
“Chris, are we there yet?”
“Patience Viktor, the bushes are getting lighter. I’m sure we’re close.”
Viktor looked up at the sky, frowning. “It’s almost sunset, and the soldiers
should be moving soon.”
The forest was starting to grow darker and more silent. It was getting harder
to see the obstacles around them.
Chris smirked. “Is Viktor Nikiforov nervous?” Chris wiggled his eyebrows.
Viktor answered with a sour smile. “As if…”
Chris looked at him before returning his eyes to the map that they had grabbed
from Emil. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.”
The sound of rustling branches filled the quiet woods, but the two continued to
move cautiously. Viktor now had his fake brunette hair settled on his head and
a ratty pair of shoes to complete his disguise. Yuuri had said that some slaves
had the job of collecting wood to make campfires for the bandits that served as
guards between raids, but they didn’t see any of those slaves around.
Viktor breathed out in relief when they finally reached a clearing. Going
straight ahead, they found the path that led to the village. Viktor and Chris
followed it, carrying some branches and logs that they had found along the way.
The walk reminded Viktor of another near-sunset moment, when he was younger and
Yuuri was carefree enough to chase birds for fun. If he focused on the forest,
he could imagine himself chasing baby Yuuri as the child chased after a glimpse
of a blue bird. But then of course he was forced to turn back to village and
see the fence and the guards and the ruins that didn’t used to be there.
“Chris, wait. If I’m not mistaken, then there should be forest path nearby. It
leads into the backyard of the main house, where Yuuri said the gang’s leader
would be.
“Wait, we’re going straight to the boss?” Chris asked incredulously. “Aren’t we
just going to get your boy out of here and wait for the rest of the soldiers?”
“That’s still the plan, but Yuuri is in that house too. We can’t help having to
go in.”
“Why am I not surprised...” Chris rolled his eyes, but he followed Viktor
anyway. “Just don’t do anything rash. Try to keep any fighting to a minimum.”
Viktor sighed, “I just want to keep Yuuri safe… I don’t want him to get caught
in the crossfire when everyone else gets here… If he’s still in that bastard’s
base, then I’m taking him out.”
The other man straightened his clothes and cleared his throat. “Right, right,
you’re obsessed, I get it. I feel like we’ve talked about it, but didn’t you
say you’d met him as a child?”
Viktor nodded. “Yes, in this same village too. It was after I got lost when I
was six… I walked away from him back then, but I don’t plan on letting him out
my life this time”
“Wait, is he that ‘angel’ that you swore gave your life meaning again back in
military school!?” Viktor nodded affirmatively. “While it was admittedly kind
of weird back then that you were so hung up on a toddler that you met when you
were six, it’s cute that you’ve been reunited as adults." Or well, almost
adults, in Yuuri’s case.
Viktor scoffed and continued to walk down the path. The blond man looked down
at the map. “According to this, the main house is closer to that side over
there… Should we go that way then?”
Viktor nodded, and the pair began to move to the side of the woods near Yuuri’s
old home. As they advanced, Viktor felt the scenery became more and more
familiar. Even in the diminishing light of the setting sun, Viktor swore he saw
the tree that Yuuri had run to forever ago. His guess was confirmed when he
turned and saw the back of Yutopia’s main house.
“What's the plan if we see guards? Slit their throats or knock them out?”
“We didn’t bring knives, and we probably don’t have to time to break a mirror
for shards of glass or raid the kitchen for a cleaver...” Viktor smiled. “Are
you scared? I could always go in alone.”
Chris chuckled. “That was a good one. I hope you’re not secretly afraid that
I’ll suddenly stop being your best friend.”
Viktor smiled some fond memories. “Nah, we’ve got too much dirt on each other,
and we both know that a mission like this isn’t as hard as it could get.”
“Regardless, the missions we start together, we end together,” Chris told him.
“This mission won’t be any different.”
Viktor nodded, smiling a little. “Right, and when it ends, I’ll introduce you
to Yuuri. You’ll love him, but don’t love him too much or I might have to fight
you.”
Chris shook his head. “You’re head over heels for this kid,” he said, resting a
hand on Viktor’s shoulder.
“He’s perfect. What else can I say?”
“Just don’t do anything rash or endanger the plan. I’d rather not face the
general’s wrath.”
“I know the plan like the back of my hand. Trust me, nothing we do will affect
anything.”
“Right, I’ll trust you on that.”
“Hey, it’ll be fine. We just need to find Otabek and get Yuuri and his brother
out. Besides, how many times have I saved our butts?”
Chris nodded. “I will admit, it was a clever to open up the liquor store’s
cellar. You had J.J do it, didn’t you?”
“Well of course. You and I both know that pre-battle conditions can make or
break a combatant. It’s their disadvantage if they get too carried away to
fight properly. Whatever happens to these bandits is what they deserve for
touching my Yuuri.”
“Well, I’ll be here to assist you. And after we’re done, I can assist you in
capturing the boy’s heart.”
Viktor smiled. “You’re the best.”
Chris smirked in response.
Eventually the two got where they were heading and crossed the border of bushes
that separated the big, empty yard of Yutopia’s main house from the forest.
“We’re here.”
Chris folded the map and slipped it into his clothes. Viktor stepped into the
yard, and Chris followed close behind.
 
…
 
Yuri’s head snapped up at the sound of the door unlocking. What? It was still
fairly early, with the sun just now beginning to set. Yuri looked over at the
door and was surprised when it opened to reveal at least five men.
Otabek was at the front of the group.
Yuri frowned. What was going on? Otabek always came in alone… Had something
happened?
Suddenly one of the guards grabbed Yuri’s hands and roughly bound them
together.
“Let me go! What are you doing?!” He tried to push back, but the man behind him
was too strong.
“The master has requested you,” another guard said.
Yuri’s eyes widened. He knew this was happening, but he still didn’t understand
the reason behind the number of guards they decided to send in after him. “It
has something to do with your brother,” Otabek said, acting as if Yuri didn’t
already know.
‘Is it time already?’ he looked at Otabek and asked with his eyes.
“It’s earlier than we expected, but the master has apparently changed his
mind.”
“Enough talk! We don’t have time for this.”
The guard behind Yuri ushered him out of the room, and Yuri could only follow
them as they roughly shoved him forward. Otabek’s expression was hard, but he
followed behind Yuri quietly.
With guards as many as this it will be hard to escape with Yuri, not to mention
Yuuri is already on the way to the master. The plan is a mess.
He hoped that nothing bad would happen and that the Empire’s army arrived
quickly. He hoped that the only reason the master had asked for the brothers
early was because he planned on eating late or drinking late or something.
Perhaps the hope was faint and unrealistic, but that didn’t stop Otabek from
having it.
For perhaps the hundredth time that day, Otabek prayed that everything would
work out somehow.
***** Chaos *****
Chapter Summary
     WARNING: Please read the tag. I added the attempted rape there and
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Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much for reading. I'm still pretty much shaken by my
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Chapter 7
Six year old Viktor looked out at the scenery in front of him, his mind
enchanted by the beautiful landscape of Yutopia. From where he stood up on the
hill, the sky was clear and vast as a cool breeze brushed his skin.
The air still held traces of last night’s rain, and Viktor took his time to
breath in it. It was calming, soothing.
Below him was a big, quiet lake, with the clearest water and the happiest
looking fish. He tried to memorize every path, every rock, every blade of
grass... the six year old took in another deep breath. Closing his eyes, he
tried to engrave into his mind the feeling of the mountain’s weather, the scent
of forest, the landscape, and Yuuri.
The baby was looking around with curiosity in his eyes, hands clutching
Viktor’s shirt tightly. He seemed transfixed by the sight before him too. But
then he looked at Viktor with a wide smile, and Viktor couldn’t help but
chuckled a little. He held Yuuri just a little closer and nuzzled his neck.
The scent of forest pine mixed with the baby’s scent. Viktor couldn't help when
a distant sense of longing filled his heart. He just wanted to live in this
moment forever.
The boy looked back at the forest sadly. He was leaving with his father this
evening. Leaving Yutopia, and the kind people who lived there.
Leaving Yuuri.
He was leaving his life and love to serve the empire.
Unconsciously, his hand found itself ruffling the baby’s soft hair, taking in
yet another memory that he wouldn't be able to have tomorrow.
Viktor looked at Yuuri tenderly, trying to give the best smile he could muster.
“I wish I could stay with you, Yuuri. But you have Yutopia, and I have the
Empire and my father. I can’t be selfish, but I’ll come here again, someday.”
The baby looked at him curiously, naturally not understanding a word. But even
though he couldn't comprehend what Viktor was saying, he could tell that Viktor
was sad. Lifting a small hand, he touch Viktor’s cheek gently.
“Ii-tor?” his eyes were concerned as he tried to decipher Viktor’s expression.
Viktor’s father was currently down in the village, resting with several other
people and maybe chatting with Yuuri’s parents. He had only arrived last night,
but he was adamant about leaving that evening to make up for lost time.
Viktor’s breath hitched, and his arms unconsciously hugged Yuuri tighter. A few
tears rolled down his cheek, but he didn't even notice. He was justified, after
all, is there anyone back home who would ever make him feel as unconditionally
loved as Yuuri did? Especially with his mother was gone and his father always
busy. Will he ever found someone that would love him more than the child in his
arms, who smiled at him and hugged him cheerfully without even caring who he
was?
He’d miss him, his small words, his soft voice, his happy giggles...
Everything.
Viktor sat down on the ground, settling Yuuri in his lap. He picked a white
flower near his boot and gave it to the baby, who accepted it with a confused
look.
“I wish I could give you a better parting gift, but this is the best I can do
for now.” He tied the flower’s stem around Yuuri’s finger. Viktor looked at
Yuuri as more tears escaped his eyes.
“Take care of yourself, ok? Someday when we’re bigger, we’ll see each other
again, but you’ll need to be healthy so that we can talk for real.”
Yuuri listened intently, but when Viktor stopped talking, he looked at the
flower on his hand and giggled. “Pre-ty, ii-tor!”
He looked happy with the small gift, and Viktor smiled, burying his face in
Yuuri’s neck and unintentionally leaving more tears there. He feel a soft touch
on his cheek and lifted his head, only for Yuuri to start wiping the dampness
away with a determined crease on his small brow.
Viktor chuckled, letting Yuuri wipe his tears away. When they finally subsided,
he leaned down to kiss Yuuri on the forehead, saying “thank you” with a hushed
whisper. The baby only giggled in response as Viktor scooped him up to return
to the village.
“We’ll see each other again.”
The boy rested his cheek on the baby’s soft hair.
“I promise.”
When the time to leave has come, the boy's heart almost couldn’t bear it.
Even after leaving the village, he could still hear Yuuri’s wails as Hiroko
pulled him out of Viktor’s arms. Viktor’s own father practically had to drag
Viktor away, though not without a little kicking and screaming on Viktor’s part
before he calmed down.
Even when Viktor was back at the camp, he couldn’t quite shake the guilt, the
pain, the longing that those cries stirred up in him. They still lingered in
the back of his mind and occasionally came back to haunt Viktor, even when he
was old enough to understand how irrational the fact was.
No matter how old he got, he never wanted to hear those cries again.
With Yuuri at his side again, he promised to bring only cries of laughter to
the boy that the baby had grown into.
 
...
 
The corridors they passed through weren’t empty. Several slaves stared at Yuuri
with pity as he was marched past them with several guards in tow.
Dinner was clearly not ready yet, and from a window Yuuri saw that the sun was
just now setting.
What did this mean? His heart was hammering against his rib cage. Yuuri
considered asking the guards, but they looked focused and intimidating.
There were still some slaves cleaning the floors, but the guards passed them
by, not even caring that they had dirtied the wooden floors again.
Yuuri saw the looks on the slaves’ faces as they looked down at the dirt that
the guards brought, but they didn’t dare say a word, and instead went to clean
the spots again.
It was sad, the fact that their eyes were practically devoid of light. These
people were resigned to their fate. They had accepted that the rest of their
lives would consist of them being trampled on by these bandits and living in
fear of doing anything about it.
Yuuri remembered when he was the same way.
The boy followed the guards until they reached the master’s room. Yuuri was
shoved through the door, and immediately his nose was hit by the smell of stale
sex. Yuuri scrunched his nose, but no one took note, and the guards shut the
door behind them.
He was officially trapped in the room’s disgusting air with an even more
disgusting man, who was now looking at Yuuri with a predatory look in his eye.
“We’ve brought Yuuri Katsuki, master.” One of the bandits shoved him forward,
and Yuuri had to catch himself before he fell to the ground.
The man gave a nod and a dismissive wave, and the guards dispersed, leaving
Yuuri alone with their master.
Yuuri steeled his resolve and took a step forward. The smell of a dominating
alpha began to permeate the room, and all Yuuri wanted to do was cower in a
corner, but he held his ground.
The man gave him smile, but Yuuri’s stomach twisted at the sight.
“Yuuri! As promised, I called you here.” He sounded cheerful, but Yuuri didn’t
like his tone of voice. It was… unsettling.
Yuuri clenched his teeth, “Yes... Though you called earlier than I thought. Is
my brother here...?”
The man chuckled lightly, and Yuuri raised an eyebrow.
“What’s the rush, sweetie? We have plenty of time.”
Yuuri bit his lip a little. So his brother isn't here yet. Why wasn’t he?
Suddenly the man stood up and began walking. His eyes never left Yuuri’s as he
steadily backed the smaller one up against the wall until his back hit the hard
surface, Yuuri looked back in panic. When he finally turned his head forward
again, he found himself staring right into his old master’s chest.
A big hand grabbed Yuuri’s chin, tilting his face up, left, and right.
“You know, your brother will grow up to be a fine young man...”
Yuuri just barely kept silent, clenching his teeth to bite back his words.
The man chuckled, clearly reveling in Yuuri’s reaction.
“What an expression,” he smirked, putting more force into his grip on Yuuri’s
face. He chuckled again, turning his head to the side roughly.
“But I prefer you so much more. You’re softer, and so much more obedient. I
can’t stop wondering how your would feel under me.”
Yuuri went pale.
No. Was he...?
Yuuri shook his head. “No, you promised to return my brother if I killed the
general for you.” Perhaps Yuuri had been a little too optimistic, but he wasn’t
naive. In his heart he had somewhat expected his old master to pull something
like this, but that didn’t do a thing to make him feel better about it when it
was actually happening.
The man laughed at him. “Ah, so pure and innocent. There’s a new catch to our
little deal now.”
Yuuri doesn't like the sound of it.
He leaned closer, speaking right into Yuuri’s ear.
“You’ll get your brother back, but only after you’ve satisfied me.” His hands
snaked around Yuuri’s body, stopping at his ass. He groped him hard and Yuuri
flinched, terror filling his mind. He was petrified, unable to even produce a
sound.
“Y-you never mentioned any of this! Where’s my brother?!”
Yuuri tried to wiggle out of the arms on his body, but the man kept his arms
locked to his side with the arm that wasn’t groping Yuuri’s backside.
“Your brother’s on his way here. He’ll be our audience.”
Sick.
God, this man was sick.
“No! Please, no!”
Not Yuri, his brother couldn’t see this.
The man only seemed amused and possibly more aroused as Yuuri struggled.
Pulling Yuuri by the waist, he dragged the boy over to the mattress. Yuuri
almost sobbed when his old master sat on his stomach and pinned his arms above
his head. He could barely breathe with his lower body being crushed by the
man’s weight.
He didn’t want this. He needed to get out, somehow...
Yuuri shook his head. “Stop! Please don’t do this!” he felt hot tears running
down his cheeks. Suddenly he feel his clothes being pulled at.
“Let’s see what these clothes have been hiding now, hm?” He ripped through the
buttons on Yuuri’s work shirt, exposing his skin to the air.
Yuuri grunted in disgust, still thrashing beneath the man. “Get away from me,
you monster!” Yuuri managed to free an arm and scratched the man’s face. That
did it.
The master gritted his teeth, anger evident in his eyes, “Quiet! Stop moving
around!”
The man slapped Yuuri’s face hard. Twice. Yuuri went quiet as he waited for the
sting to subside.
“You’re still alive right now, but if the Empire asks us where you went, we’ll
be able to tell them about your death by tomorrow morning. After all, we can’t
accept slaves who had killed important empire leaders."
Yuuri’s breathing almost stopped. This man was going to kill him as soon as he
was done raping him. He had to get away somehow. And he doesn't even have any
intention to give Yuri back.
The man seemed to be able to tell what he was thinking as he tightened his grip
on Yuuri’s hands.
“You’re a danger to all of us,” he said, way too close to his ear. He put
Yuuri’s wrists in one hand as the other came down to feel up Yuuri’s belly.
Yuuri’s face scrunched in disgust.
“You’re the only danger here!” Yuuri spat back before he even processed his
words. The man slapped him again.
He pulled half of Yuuri’s collar up, lifting Yuuri’s chest uncomfortably off
the mattress. His face was red with anger.
“You know, I thought about being gentle with you, a virgin and all, but I think
I've changed my mind.”
Yuuri was sure he was trembling, and the man grinned. Yuuri could feel
something hard and wet pressing against his inner thigh, and he wanted to
vomit. This was disgusting, terrifying, violating…
He was trying to hold back tears when suddenly the door opened to reveal more
guards. The master didn’t seem fazed in the slightest as he smirked at one of
the blushing bandits. The room was filled with Yuuri’s panicked scent, and from
behind the guards he heard a familiar voice asking in concern.
“Yuuri? Why is your scent-“ Suddenly the guards dispersed, revealing Yurio and
Otabek, whose eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Yuuri being pinned down
on the mattress under the master’s body. The guards quickly excused themselves
after shoving Yuri and Otabek, who following the boy to the room, and slamming
the door shut before scrambling away.
Yuuri wanted to curl in on himself and die then and there. How was he supposed
to look Yurio in the eye now? He would have rather have had his old master kill
him on sight than let Yurio see him like this…
Yuuri closed his eyes in despair and shame. Asking in trembling voice.
“Yurio, please look away.” He shut his eyes tighter, not realizing that tears
had already begun to fall.
Suddenly Yurio snapped, stomping up to the master and screaming angrily. “What
are you doing to my brother?! Let hi-“ Otabek managed to pull the boy back
before his voice managed to attract more guards.
“Let me go! I'm gonna kill him! I'm not letting that bastard touch my family
again!!”
The master’s laugh filled the room, and he smirked at the blonde boy. “Well,
savor this moment, boy. This is the last time you’ll see him.” The man looked
down at Yuuri who looked back at him with hatred burning in his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean, bastard?!” Yurio bit back aggressively. They’d
already taken his parents and his sister away, they couldn’t have Yuuri too. He
didn’t know if he’d be able to go on.
Otabek held the boy back, trying to calm him down. Part of him wanted to let
Yuri go so that he could strangle the man, but the brothers would both be done
for if more bandits came in because they heard fighting… What was he supposed
to do?
“Well you see, your brother here’s murdered Konstantine Nikiforov, and the
Empire’s bound to come looking for him. We’ll have to kill him as a traitor, of
course, but not before he satisfies me. I’ve been waiting too long to have this
lovely piece of ass.” He slapped the side of Yuuri’s thigh and that renewed the
boy’s struggle.
Otabek’s eyes widened. Going out to kill the general was a suicide task, but it
would explain what had happened when the master sent Yuuri on a “mission.” It
would also explain how Viktor knew Yuuri, but then why would he ask that Otabek
protect both him and his brother…?
Suddenly it clicked. The general probably wasn’t dead at all, the empire was
just using Yuuri to give the bandits a false sense of security. The soldiers
should be on their way here.
But then, what had happened to make it so that Yuuri was not only left alive,
but also given Viktor’s express attention?
He decided to spend more time on the thought later as he returned to the
situation at hand. Regardless of what had happened, it was his job to protect
these two, and he would do it. He could probably tackle the master down and
cover his mouth before the guards heard any—
“I said let me go of me! My brother needs me!”
Otabek looked down at Yuuri, who was shaking his head and silently pleading for
him to take Yuri away. The man tugged Yuuri’s loose pants off completely with
ease and squeezed the smooth skin of his thighs under his underwear. He eagerly
yanked Yuuri’s thighs open, and Yuuri choked at the sudden movement. He tried
to close his legs again, but the man held his thigh firmly in place. Yuuri’s
distressed sounds filled the room, making Yuri thrash even more wildly.
“Yuri, Yuri, calm down. I need your help.” Otabek tried to whisper quietly in
his ear, but the boy only growled angrily.
“Well Yuuri needs it more!”
“We can’t help your brother if you’re like this. I have a idea.” Otabek said
quietly. The master was too focused on Yuuri to hear anyway.
Yuri calmed down a little, but the fire in his eyes didn’t recede.
“Well then tell me what it is already then!” he whispered back harshly. The
small boy could feel tears starting to build on the back of his eyes. Yuuri
needed his help, but he couldn’t do a thing on his own.
“No!” Yuuri cried as the master leaned down with his hand up Yuuri’s shirt.
“Don’t look Yurio! Otabek, please, take him away! Don’t let him see this!” He
was getting tired, and thrashing around wasn’t helping him very much. Otabek
seemed to be trying to say something to Yurio, but Yuuri couldn’t pay attention
as the man started licking Yuuri’s scent glands. The man took a long sniff and
smiled.
“Ah, yes, this scent. Still so pure, untainted. How about becoming mine? I’ll
let you live if you agree to be my little pet.”
Yuuri looked up as far as he could then spit him at the face as answer,
"Never!" But then he was greeted by a hard slap to his cheeks. He can feel this
time there's a wound at the corner of his lips. It sting. It hurts.
“Bastard!” he heard Yurio scream. This time Yurio successfully tore himself
from Otabek’s grip and launched himself at the master. Yuuri heard a loud yelp,
and his mind registered Yurio with his teeth buried in the bandit leader’s arm.
Before Yuuri could do anything, the man had ripped Yurio off of his arm and
thrown him across the room. The boy’s body hit the wall like a rag doll, and
Yuuri’s heart stopped beating for a second.
His brother, his little baby brother, who was so small until that a man could
throw him against a wall…
With renewed vigor, Yuuri kicked his old master away several times until the
man let go and ran over to Yurio’s body without care to his state of undress.
His hand was trembling, almost afraid to touch his brother when he reached to
his place. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked over Yurio’s unconscious form.
“No, no, Yurio, please answer me.” His voice trembled as he gently shook his
brother’s shoulder. Yurio didn’t move.
No. Not his only family. Had he failed to protect him? Again?
Suddenly Yuuri heard a loud snarl from behind him. “You whore! How dare you!
Get back here!” the man took a step towards where Yuuri was still trying to
wake his brother up.
Monster. Killer. Demon. The man grabbed his shoulder, but just before Yuuri
could turn and snap a finger off, those greasy hand was gone.
Looking back, Yuuri saw his old master yelling as Otabek pounced on him. He
fought back, but Otabek growled, and soon they were locked in a fierce
wrestling match. Yuuri returned his focus to his brother, hugging him close.
“Yurio, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry I failed to protect you...” he put two
fingers on the side of his neck and nearly cried for joy when he found a pulse.
It was weak, but it was there, and Yurio might just make it if he got
treatment.
He cradled Yurio’s body close as he tried to stand up and bring his brother
somewhere, somewhere safe, but his legs were too weak.
He looked back at Otabek, who was struggling to fight the bigger, stronger
alpha. He looked overwhelmed by the current situation, as his old master had
managed to pin him down. Yuuri knew he should run, but he couldn’t just leave
Otabek here.
Otabek noticed Yuuri’s gaze on him. Unsurprisingly, he said the word that Yuuri
had been contemplating.
“Run!”
Yuuri hesitated for a moment, but Yurio needed treatment. He nodded, but before
he could attempt standing again, the door slid open to reveal four guards.
It was official. They were done for.
Yuuri’s eyes filled with tears. All he could do was hold his brother
protectively as he warily regarded the bandits walking in.
Two of the guards were headed to Otabek and their master, but two of them were
heading for him and Yurio. The one in front knelt down before him, he nodded at
the other guards behind him to help the other two.
Yuuri scooted away, try to make a space between them. The guard leaned in
closer, facing him again. Yuuri shut his eyes, craddling his brother closer to
his body.
“Yuuri.”
Wait. This voice.
Yuuri opened his eyes when he feel the man with brown hair touched his cheek
gently. He flinched when the man lightly ran a finger over his face, but his
eyes filled with hope when he recognized those blue eyes.
“Viktor?” he managed to let out a choked sound.
The man smiled brightly as answer, gently cupping his face, and Yuuri
unconsciously leaned into the touch. Tears of joy and relief clouded his
vision, but then he heard Viktor’s speak.
“This man did this to you? Hurt you...and your brother?” His eyes fell on the
boy in Yuuri’s arms. Yuuri nodded a little, nuzzling his brother's cheek.
Viktor's voice was so cold that Yuuri swore he felt a chill go down his spine.
Was Viktor… Angry…?
Despite the chilling aura Viktor emitted, Yuuri managed to speak. “Yes, but
please Viktor, please save my brother! He’s hurt, and I don’t know what to
do...” he nudged Yurio’s cheek with the side of his hand in the hope that
something would change, but there was no response. More tears escaped his eyes.
"I don't want to lose anyone again."
Viktor pulled him into a hug, soothingly rubbing Yuuri’s bare back. His strong
alpha scent dominated the room, calming Yuuri down while simultaneously showing
the other alphas who was the boss here. Looking down at Yuuri, Viktor noticed
the man’s smell on his Yuuri and growled reflexively. Yuuri shivered at the
sound.
Viktor nudged his scent gland for a second before smiling reassuringly. “I
will. Your brother will be alright. The soldiers are on the way, and we’ll be
out of here before you know it.” He softly rubbed more soothing circles into
Yuuri’s back, and Yuuri had never been more grateful for Viktor’s presence.
“Viktor!” the blond man who had come in with Viktor suddenly called out. He was
being cornered by the two guards that they had come in with while Otabek had
somehow managed to get himself unpinned from beneath the leader.
“Yuuri, don’t move from this corner. I’ll be right back.” Viktor’s eyes were
completely devoid of emotion. They were cold as ice.
The room was flooded by another wave of Viktor’s scent, and the other two
guards snapped their heads to look at the source. They found a fake smile and
almost eerily unsettling eyes.
“I’ll remember your faces. We’ll meet again in Empire’s dungeon.”
Both of the bandits paled, and Viktor stepped forward. Yuuri looked away in
time to avoid seeing whatever it was that Viktor did to make a man scream like
a banshee, before he muffled their mouth with something to kept them from
screaming. He was sure he heard bones cracking in addition to the small sound
of pained wailing.
Yuuri hugged Yurio tighter, nudging his scent gland with a silent prayer that
this wouldn’t be the last time he breathed in his brother’s scent. He wiped his
tears on his bare shoulder as he cradled Yurio protectively and apologized
repeatedly.
Suddenly his head snapped up over to Otabek, who had cried out. He was sprawled
out on the ground, having been hit by the master. Knocked unconscious as his
body hit the ground rather harshly.
Carefully Yuuri set his brother down, somehow managing to stand up on trembling
feet. His hatred for the man washed over him and doubled before his eyes landed
on a large ceramic pot that Yuuri’s dad had brought home once upon a time.
He couldn’t let this man hurt anyone else. This man and his gang had already
killed his family, threatened the general, and injured his brother. Now that he
could do something, he wouldn’t let the bastard finish Otabek.
Before his logical side could stop him, he had already lift and thrown the pot
at the bastard. It shattered against his head, and the shards rained down his
back. The man went silent for a moment.
Yuuri’s world seemed to freeze until the man’s head suddenly turned in his
direction. To put it mildly, he was livid.
“You!” The man took a step towards him, but he stumbled. Unfortunately that
didn’t stop him from advancing on Yuuri on all fours. How was he not
unconscious?! Yuuri took a step back, but before the man could reach him,
Viktor had tackled him down. The man fought back, but after being smashed in
the head with a pot, it didn’t take long for Viktor to gain the upper hand and
strangle him until he lost consciousness.
Blood trickled down the back of the man’s head after the short brawl ended.
Viktor quickly grabbed the man’s belt from the mattress, where it had fallen
earlier. He expertly tied the man’s arms together and looked down at him with
that cold expression. Yuuri was simply too shocked to fully comprehend what had
just happened.
Yuuri looked back at the blond man, who had already tied up the other two now
unconscious guards and was now moving over to Otabek. Suddenly his vision was
blocked by Viktor, who was walking slowly towards Yuuri with concern in his
eyes.
“We need them alive,” Viktor said to the blond man before pulling off the wig
he was wearing. Then he shrugged off his outermost layer of clothes and put it
around Yuuri’s shoulders. The boy had almost forgotten that he was almost
naked. He blushed and tried to straighten his clothes, but it didn’t really
help much.
He caught sight of Yurio from the corner of his eye as he looked down at
himself and immediately rushed back to his side, cradled his brother gently,
pulling him into his lap. Viktor crouch down to face Yuuri, his thumb hovering
over the bruise on his cheek. His expression was unreadable, and Yuuri flinched
a little when he pressed down a little bit.
“Yuuri, we have to get you treated. We need to leave this place before the
other guards come.”
“Y-Yurio…”
Viktor smiled softly at him. “Yes, we’ll be able to treat him. Don’t worry,
come on. I’ll help you to carry him.”
Yuuri flinched when Viktor moved to take some of Yurio’s weight and even
growled lowly. Viktor took a step back in surprise.
“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...!” The growl had surprised Yuuri himself too.
“I-I can carry him myself. Th-thank you.”
Viktor gave him an understanding look once more, rubbing his back soothingly
again with a subtle extra dose of his calming alpha scent. It seemed to have
the intended effect. Viktor helped Yuuri stand and supported him when he found
his legs a little too shaky. The blond man was waiting for them at the door
with Otabek on his back.
“Come on, let’s go before the other guards get here.”
Yuuri was leaned against Viktor’s side for a second before finding the strength
to run on his own.
The slaves would start bringing in dinner right about now, so they had to move
fast. Viktor closed the door quickly and followed Chris with Otabek on his
back. Yuuri looked at him with concern.
Suddenly they took a turn at the last corner, and Yuuri tugged Viktor’s sleeve,
shaking his head.
“I know a better way.”
Yuuri led them back to the opposite hallway, taking turn after turn until they
reached a storage place downstairs. They filled inside, and then Yuuri walked
up to a window and checked to see if there was anyone outside.
Luckily the coast was clear.
Yuuri moved to open the window, but then they heard some guards screaming.
“Someone’s attacked the master!” There was murmuring, and then the sound of
movement nearby.
Yuuri went pale, his hand trembling as he tried to lift the window frame, but
he was shaking too much to get a proper grip. He tried again, but the window
simply wouldn’t budge.
“Yuuri, let me.” Viktor moved in and pulled the window up swiftly. Swiftly
enough, in fact, that the top of the window collided with the top of the window
border with a loud bang. Yuuri flinched, wondering if anyone had heard them,
but Viktor was already outside by then, gesturing for Yuuri and the blond man
to follow.
“Come on Yuuri, we need to evacuate. Our soldiers will be here any minute now.”
With Viktor’s help, Yuuri managed to get himself and Yurio out the door. Once
the blond man was with them, the group began running back into the forest. Or,
at least Viktor and his friend did. Yuuri tried to run, but his feet couldn’t
keep up with them. Had he twisted his ankle? He was only now starting to feel
pain instead of weakness in his legs.
When he was contemplating with the pain on his legs, sudddenly he was swept off
his feet. Viktor had scooped him up, carrying both him and Yurio while still
managing to run through the forest somehow. Yuuri didn’t dare comment as Viktor
emitted a strong smell of distress. He looked angry with his teeth tightly
clenched and his brow furrowed.
Yuuri wondered if Viktor was frustrated that Yuuri couldn’t even carry his own
weight. It would make sense, but nevertheless, being carried by Viktor made him
feel safe somehow.
Viktor had saved him.
He owed him his life.
Viktor’s scent washed over him, and he breathed it slowly. A good dose of
Viktor’s smell made him comfortable enough to fall asleep. His hand tightened
around Yurio once more, and he smiled. Yurio would be ok. They’d be able to
talk and laugh and see each other again...
His eyes began to close, weighed down by emotional and physical fatigue. He
felt safe here in his master’s arms, something he hadn’t felt in a long time
now. He felt Viktor pull him a little closer, nuzzling his scent glands.
“Please… save Yurio...” Yuuri said tiredly.
Viktor looked down at him with a genuine smile.
“I will. I won’t disappoint you, Yuuri.”
Yuuri gave Viktor a small smile before exhaustion finally beat his will to stay
conscious.
Yuuri’s smile always shook the foundations of his heart, flipped his mind
upside down, and took his breath away. Viktor never wanted to let Yuuri out of
his sight again. He looked over at Chris, who was walking slightly in front of
them with Otabek still on his back. Chris gestured up ahead, and after getting
a fair distance away from the village and making sure that no one was behind
them, checking the map occasionaly, they made their way back to the camp.
It took quite time to reach the camp, the soldiers who had been occupying it
had already left for Yutopia, so it was just the five of them there. The other
who are left to guard the camp are there but mostly are resting since the area
is on the safe side.
It was dark now, and the only source of light came from the full moon above
them. A couple of stars were covered by clouds, but at least it didn’t look
like it would rain tonight. They stepped inside the first aid tent, lighting up
a small lamp before laying out the three unconscious boys on makeshift beds.
Chris began to work on the blond child while Viktor looked over Yuuri. He
touched the raven haired boy’s cheek and kissed his forehead, tracing his
finger lightly over his face... But before turning to treat him, he whispered
quietly next to his beloved slave’s ear.
“We’ll be together forever, Yuuri. I’ll make sure of that.”
Chris could see Viktor’s expression from the corner of his eye as he treated
the blond child. He knew that Viktor could be possessive, but he never got this
bad.
This was on another level.
By the time that boy recognized the level of seriousness in Viktor’s eyes, he
would probably never be able to leave Viktor’s side anyway.
Clearly Viktor would do anything to keep him there.
Anything.
***** Lost *****
Chapter Summary
     WARNING: non-con rimming? I don't know what to write about this one
     I'm not sure because Yuuri is unconscious when it happen. If you
     don't want to read it please skip the first half.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for the comment, kudos and time to read this story :') I'm
     sorry if the story is not good enough or there's something wrong with
     the pace and I mispelled something ;;;;
     And THANKS A LOT to my beta @Ninjassasin8 you did a superb job in
     this chapter! Uuu /cry
     Okay I'm out of here, I hope you enjoy this chapter :')
Chapter 8
Chris couldn't help but think that Viktor’s expression was somehow unsettling.
He had already finished treating both Otabek and the blond boy, but when he
tried to get a look at Yuuri, Viktor reflexively growled at him. Chris had held
up his hands to show that he meant no harm, and Viktor had gone back to
treating his rescued slave as if nothing had happened.
He mulled over his friend’s behavior as he double checked Otabek’s bandages and
wiped away excess blood for something to do. The colonel’s son was a little
pale, but he was doing surprisingly well for someone who had been wrestling an
alpha twice his size. He would need some rest, and he might need help walking
while his twisted ankle healed, but the boy had been good about defending his
vital organs, and he didn't have any major injuries, so he would probably
recover just fine.
The blond boy would probably be just fine too. He hadn't done much real
fighting, and nothing was broken. Judging by the thump that he and Viktor had
heard from outside the bandit leader’s room and the bump on the boy’s head, the
leader must have thrown the kid against the wall. However, his unconsciousness
might have been more stress than head injury, since the boy’s skull didn't seem
to have any fracturing and the bump was a bruise that wasn't too severe.
By the time Chris allowed himself to step out of the tent for fresh air, it was
already dawn. He turned in the direction of the village and wondered if the
other soldiers had gotten a surrender yet. Their intel and prior research on
the gang had led them to conclude that most of the bandits weren't particularly
well trained fighters, perhaps with the exception of their likely-concussed-or-
worse leader, so there was little doubt that the Empire would win this
skirmish. He just hoped that his comrades weren't too injured.
Chris sighed. Regardless of what state his fellow soldiers ended up in, he knew
who would end up in the most pain. He didn't know exactly what had been
happening before he and Viktor arrived, but Yuuri’s state of undress told him
all he needed to know. It had undoubtedly told Viktor enough too, and Chris was
willing to bet money that his friend wouldn't let the leader of the bandits go
unscathed in prison.
Speaking of Viktor, the lieutenant was still fussing over his slave’s
unconscious form. Mostly his attention was focused on Yuuri, but when Chris
peeked his head back into the tent, he saw Viktor’s head turn to look at the
other two patients.
Chris sighed, “Don’t be too hard on Otabek. He did what he could.”
Viktor didn't returned his gaze, but his hands stopped moving. “I just want to
know why he hadn't escaped before we got there, that's all.”
Chris sighed pityingly at his stressed looking friend. Viktor hitched his
breath, trying to calm himself down.
“Imagine if we hadn't been there, Chris! What would have happened to them? To
my Yuuri?” His voice was trembling. He almost look afraid, and angry.
Chris huffed lightly, stretching his legs. “I get the feeling that you wouldn't
like the answer to that question...” He looked tiredly at the flap of tent that
he was holding up.
“You know, usually when you reunite with your lost love in the town where you
met, it's supposed to be romantic.”
“Not when that love is two seconds from being violated and leaning over his
brother’s unconscious body.”
“Well, he’s back in your arms now. Calm down, Viktor.”
Viktor still wasn’t turning around. Chris sighed. “Ok, well, I'm going for a
walk. I’ll be back soon, so try to relax or get some sleep if you can, ok?”
Chris waited a beat before deciding that he had gotten his message across. With
a small salute, he walked away.
Viktor snorted. He couldn't possibly sleep until he saw Yuuri wake up and
confirm that he was alright. Yuuri looked so vulnerable when he sleep like
this... So innocent, beautiful. After removing the remaining shreds of clothing
that Yuuri had had on to check for injuries, Viktor had almost growled when he
found some bruises on Yuuri’s body. He cleaned the wounds that he could get to
and growled rather loudly when he found a sticky substance on Yuuri’s inner
thighs.
He had wiped it away, but the fact that it had been there still made him want
to burn something.
That bastard had tried to taint his angel. He had dared to touch what was
Viktor’s.
He wouldn't be forgiven. He would pay. And the price wouldn't be pretty.
Viktor took a breath. He was practically shaking with anger, but he knew he had
to calm down. When he was breathing normally again, he wet another cloth with
warm water and began cleaning Yuuri’s skin for what must have been the tenth
time.
Seeing Yuuri sprawled out like this made Viktor’s heart beat just a little
faster. Unconsciously, his hand traced slow lines on Yuuri’s body that lingered
on every curve and every edge. He leaned down to nuzzle the space of Yuuri’s
neck— only to be hit with the smell of that bastard.
Viktor clenched his teeth. One minute, his nose was on Yuuri’s scent glands,
then the next he was rubbing his skin on them. He was determined to never let
his beloved smell like anyone else ever again. Especially that man.
Eventually Yuuri began to smell like Viktor, and he got himself to stop, but
somehow he felt that it wasn’t enough. He tried to appease himself by admiring
Yuuri a little more, taking in the crook of his neck, the softness of his
belly, the firmness of his thighs...
Viktor didn't know what came over him, but he found himself leaning down to
bury his head in the gap between them. It smelled SO good. Delicious. Flowery
sweet. Viktor nudged closer to the source of that lovely scent, parting Yuuri’s
legs just a little more.
He pulled his head back a little to get a look at Yuuri’s pink hole. Had that
bastard managed to shove his dirty cock into Yuuri before he got there?
The very thought simply enraged him. He ran his thumb over the puckered
entrance, but he didn't see any signs of bleeding or tearing. He would have
checked for longer, but then he heard a noise above him. Yuuri had let out a
small moan.
Instantly, Viktor stopped in his tracks. Yuuri’s voice was delectable,
arousing...
He wanted to hear more.
Viktor spread Yuuri’s legs wider, fixated on the rosy hole between them.
Warning bells went off in the back of his head, but his mind was too clouded by
lust to notice. He angled Yuuri’s hips so that he could reach them a little
easier, and without a second thought, leaned back in to run his tongue over
Yuuri’s inviting entrance.
Delicious.
Mine.
He heard another low moan from Yuuri as he repeatedly lapped at the spot. He
was drowning in Yuuri’s scent, wondering what it would be like to push past the
ring of muscle and plunge into those tight, velvety walls. He could just
imagine how they would feel, how they would push against him as he pushed
through them… The thought made him moan in pleasure. Wet, lewd sounds filled
the tent, and Viktor wondered how Yuuri hadn't woken up yet—
Suddenly his head snapped back to reality.
Good. God.
What was he DOING?
Yuuri was an UNPRESENTED, UNCONSCIOUS minor. More specifically, an unpresented,
unconscious minor who had been hurt and nearly raped just a few hours ago.
Viktor had called the leader of the bandits a bastard for trying to force
himself on Yuuri, but then what did that make Viktor?
The situation was made even worse by the fact that the fact that two other
people were still in the tent.
Somehow he had let his instincts get the better of him again. What would have
happened if Yuuri wasn't such a heavy sleeper or wasn't completely exhausted?
What if Yuuri hated him forever?
His heart dropped to the ground at the thought. He couldn't bear it if Yuuri
came to hate him. He wouldn't blame him, but he knew that he would do whatever
it takes to gain his forgiveness. Sighing, Viktor put his face in his hand.
What was wrong with him?
“I was going to stop you, but it looks like you've managed to avert a small
crisis.”
Viktor snapped his head over to the source of the playful voice, whose blond
head was peeking into tent again. His eyes widened in surprise.
“I'll admit, he sounds sexy. But this is illegal, Viktor.”
Viktor shook his head to clear his mind a little. He turned away to avoid
Chris’s eyes and grabbed a blanket to lay over Yuuri. “I wasn’t… I wasn't going
to… How long have you been there?” he look embarassed and out of words. It's
such a rare sight to see Viktor like this.
Chris chuckled, “Long enough.” Viktor huffed, but he still wouldn't meet
Chris’s eyes as he smoothed Yuuri’s blanket down. “I came back to bring some
water bottles for when the patients wake up, but I could smell your arousal
from a mile away.”
Viktor looked down and clicked his tongue. Chris wasn't wrong.
“I’m… going outside for a minute.” He blushingly stood up, self-consciously
pulling his ragged shirt down to cover the telltale bulge between his legs.
Chris turned to look at him as he passed him on his way out of the tent.
“I won’t tell anyone if you promise this won't happen again.”
Viktor stopped, looking away embarrassedly, “This… won’t happen again. I wasn’t
in my right mind.”
Chris waved his hand and clapped his friend on the shoulder. “That's not an
excuse, but it's a start. I'll take it. Control yourself, Viktor, he won’t go
anywhere. He's with you now.”
Viktor gave a sour smile at that. “I hope so.” He sounded uncertain, but he
walked on.
The camp was mostly empty, so walking over to a patch of bushes at the edge of
the camp wasn’t too awkward. Thank goodness his father wasn’t around. He might
have never lived this down. His father and the rest of the soldiers should be
coming back right about now, unless they decided to rest at Yutopia.
When he found a good secluded spot to do his business, he stepped behind a tree
and dropped his pants. It didn’t take long for him to finish with Yuuri on his
mind. His thoughts wandered after all the tension was released, and Viktor
remembered how he had nearly lost Yuuri to the leader of the bandits. He wanted
to mark him badly, but he was determined to not be one of those ambivalent
masters who marked slaves without caring.
Yuuri was more than a slave.
Yuuri had been his light when Viktor had been at his lowest point. When Viktor
first learned about the real world, Yuuri had showed him how to hope again, how
to believe in others once again. How to just simply live your life and be
thankful for it.
There were those who cared for him, subordinates who respected him, suitors who
sought after him… People like his uncle, the King, his father, his colleagues,
and fans around the kingdom would mourn if he died, but Viktor wouldn’t have
cared for any of them if it hadn’t been for Yuuri.
Sometimes he wondered if he would have ended up as an empty shell of his former
self if he hadn’t been found by Yuuri on that day.
It would be the best thing in the world if Yuuri ended up presenting as an
omega. Then Viktor could have him, claim him completely. He could mark Yuuri as
his and fill his womb with his children.
Viktor laughed in spite of himself. He knew that it was an unlikely fantasy.
Male omegas were quite rare, and he had only ever seen them a few times within
the empire. All of them were mated. Not to mention Yuuri’s parents were an
alpha and a beta. Yuuri was much more likely to take after one of them, but
that didn’t stop Viktor from being hopeful.
Some noises from around the camp snapped Viktor out of his musings, and he
quickly fixed his pants to look a little more presentable. Upon deciding that
his clothes were acceptable, Viktor set out to return to infirmary tent.
In truth, it didn’t really matter what Yuuri’s secondary gender ended up being.
Viktor planned to send him to military school so that he could learn to defend
himself, and then maybe someday he could help Viktor on the field. He smiled at
the thought. Having Yuuri working next to him was a dream, but it was a
significantly more obtainable one. Yuuri had already proven himself to be easy
to teach and quick to learn, so he probably wouldn’t struggle too much in
school.
On his way back to the infirmary, Viktor caught sight of a few soldiers who had
returned. They bowed respectfully to him as he approached, and he asked about
how the ambush went. Apparently everything had worked out for the most part,
and the other soldiers had indeed decided to rest up in Yutopia after rounding
up all the bandits. A few soldiers were escorting the slaves back to the
capital, and a few more would be returning to the campsite to pack up the tents
soon.
Viktor thanked them when they finished their report and continued on his way.
The infirmary tent was just in sight, but then another thought occurred to
Viktor. He stopped by his own tent, grabbed an extra pair of clothes, and ran
back.
When he reached the infirmary, Chris was snoring lightly in a chair between
Otabek and Yuuri’s brother. He looked quite tired, and Viktor smiled at the
sight. Chris was undoubtedly his best friend, and one that would follow him to
the ends of the earth at that. The blond alpha was sassy and didn’t care what
people said about him, but he was also loyal and skilled. Viktor would trust
him with his life, and they would both look out for each other no matter what.
In fact, last night was a perfect example. Chris hadn’t even had to ask, he
simply followed Viktor into Yutopia and backed him up when they heard a guard
mention the “slave boy” that the master would be “enjoying” that night. Viktor
was lucky to have a friend who was willing to cover his back and whose back he
could cover.
Viktor’s eyes moved to Yuuri, who was still sleeping soundly at the end of the
row of the infirmary beds. He walked quietly over to the empty space beside
Yuuri’s bed and looked down upon his beloved Yuuri. Pulling down the blanket
that he had put over him, Viktor started dressing Yuuri in the clothes that he
had grabbed from his tent. They were bound to be loose, but they were the best
he could do. Besides, when he focused on caring for Yuuri and the satisfaction
it brought, he could ignore the arousal that arose from looking at him.
When he was done, Viktor picked up the edge of the blanket that he had pushed
to the foot of the infirmary bed and slid into the space next to Yuuri as he
pulled the blanket back up. There wasn't very much space, so he slipped an arm
under the boy next to him and shifted him to lay mostly on top of Viktor. With
Yuuri settled against his chest, Viktor hummed in satisfaction.
He could live in this moment forever. Black hair tickled his chin, and Yuuri
unconsciously snuggled closer to him, making his heart flutter. So cute. Viktor
gently ran the side of his finger over Yuuri’s cheek, a flash of anger coming
over him as he lightly brushed one of the bruises there. He couldn't wait to
torture the man who did this to Yuuri.
Viktor moved his head down to nuzzle Yuuri’s scent glands. Yuuri still smelled
like him, with no trace of the bandit leader or anyone else on him. The fact
quelled Viktor’s anger somewhat and helped him relax.
Viktor pulled Yuuri closer to his chest, basking in his warmth. He was content
to have Yuuri with him, sleeping soundly. Thick lashes framed his closed eyes
perfectly, and Viktor couldn't help but lean up and kiss Yuuri’s eyelids
gently.
Laying like this with Yuuri so close made him feel at peace, and before long,
he was greeted by pleasant darkness, floating in dreamless sleep.
 
…
 
Yuuri woke up with something warm surrounding his body. He nudged closer to the
source, subconsciously trying to bury himself in it. The scent surrounding him
was nice, familiar, and calm. It reminded him of lazy afternoons in the sun,
during the peaceful summers where he would fall asleep with Yurio out on the
porch in Yutopia.
Suddenly he remembered.
Yurio.
Where was he?!
Yuuri’s eyes snapped open. He jerked away from the arms around him and sat up,
looking around frantically.
He let out a breath when he caught sight of his brother lying in the adjacent
infirmary bed. Yurio was breathing regularly, and Yuuri had never felt more
relieved in his life. Otabek was laying in the bed beside Yurio, also sleeping,
and Viktor’s blond friend was sleeping quietly in a chair between them. After
establishing his brother’s safety, Yuuri looked down at the figure next him as
an arm snaked around his waist.
Viktor. Was sleeping beside him. With both arms around his belly.
“Um... ”
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and upon finding that
he wasn't, the boy tried to wiggle away from Viktor’s arms. It didn't really
work, and Viktor’s arms simply tightened.
“Nggh, Yuurii…” Viktor murmured his name, clinging to his waist but not opening
his eyes. He pulled Yuuri closer until his cheek was pressed against Yuuri’s
lap.
“V-Viktor!” Yuuri blushed as he tried to pull Viktor’s hands away. The man was
dangerously close to a sensitive area, and Yuuri’s face was heating up.
“Yuuri, don’t go,” Viktor was murmuring against his lap.
“Viktor…” Yuuri gently shook his shoulder and was soon rewarded with a stunning
pair of sky blue eyes looking up at him.
“Mm, good morning, Yuuri.” He was greeted by lazy smile on the man's lips and
Yuuri can't deny that he almost look adorable like this.
“Uh, morning...” He tried to smile, but he was sure it came out too awkward.
“How was your sleep?” Viktor gave him his signature heart shaped smile, looking
happy and excited to see him. He looked so different from the cold, angry
soldier from yesterday… Yuuri tightened his hold on the blanket.
“I’m okay… I think I’ll need to get up and find some water soon, but I’m fine
for the most part...” Yuuri laughed awkwardly. The man’s eyes automatically
snapped to attention.
“Water? Like- I mean- Water! Right! I can get that for you!” He avoided Yuuri’s
eyes and quickly left the infirmary bed to find water.
Yuuri chuckled lightly, doesn't expect the man would be fusing after him like
that. Suddenly his breath hitched when he could smell Viktor on the blanket and
on the… clothes he was wearing?
He looked down and saw that someone had indeed removed whatever remnants of
clothing had been clinging to him and replaced them with a baggy shirt and
loose pants. He blushed as he noticed that his underwear had also been
replaced…
Shaking his head to rid any more inappropriate thoughts, Yuuri turned to face
Yurio, who was laying on his bed quietly.
Viktor had done it. He had actually saved him. Yuuri couldn’t wait to see his
brother wake up and hug him again after so long… He hoped that the other slaves
who had been forced to work under the bandits found nice homes too. He wasn’t
sure what their fate would be, but he hoped that the Empire would somehow see
to their safety.
Yuuri managed to slide off the bed and walked over to Yurio’s side. Yuuri
patted his brother’s hair gently to prove himself that he was real. The thought
made him smiled gently.
“Yurio, please wake up soon... We have a lot to talk about.”
As he gazed upon Yurio’s face, Yuuri suddenly heard a rustling sound. There was
a groan from the blond man sitting next to Otabek, and suddenly the man was
awake, yawning.
“Hmm, what time is it? Viktor?” His eyes wandered until they fell on Yuuri.
The man seemed surprised to see him, or perhaps surprised to see him awake, but
nevertheless he smirked knowingly and commented, “Wow. I’m not even surprised
that you smell like him.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Dumbfounded but still somehow embarrassed, Yuuri blushed.
“Ah, I’m sorry...” Yuuri played with the edge of his shirt- the shirt that was
probably Viktor’s- nervously.
Chris smiled casually, sitting up a little straighter. “We’ve met before, but I
don’t think I’ve the chance to introduce myself properly." The blond man now
standing up, stretch his hand a bit.
"My name is Christophe Giacometti, soldier of the Black Rose, but you can just
consider me ‘Viktor’s friend.’”
Yuuri hesitantly looked at him before rising up from his space and bowing
apprehensively. “M-my name is Katsuki Yuuri. It’s nice to meet you, Chris-
tophe-”
Chris gave a short laugh, waving a hand dismissively. “No need to be so stiff,
just call me Chris.” His smile held for a few more seconds, but then his face
turned serious.
“So, Yuuri,” Chris began. Yuuri was almost startled at the sudden change in
attitude.
His face look solemn when he asked, “What are your intentions with Viktor?”
“W-what do you mean by that?“ Yuuri flailed in an attempt to find an answer. He
was a slave, was he even supposed to have “intentions-”
"Did you find Viktor is handsome? Attractive? And-"
“Chris, don’t tease him too much.”
Viktor had reappeared at the front of the tent with a bottle of water and an
exasperated look on his face. He and Chris exchanged looks which made the blond
man smirked. Viktor ignored his friend then making his way over to where Yuuri
was standing.
“Here’s the water bottle,” he said, holding it out. “It’s not very cold, but I
hope it’ll do…”
“Th-thank you, Viktor.” Yuuri smiled a little, glad to have something to wash
down his dry throat.
“You know Viktor, I did bring in some extra water-”
Viktor cut him off with an expression that Yuuri couldn’t quite read (pleading?
restrained anger? annoyance?), and then Chris was rolling his eyes and
proceeding to check on Otabek.
“You know Viktor, we’re going to have to file a report for this. The colonel’s
going to fuss about his son missing more school.”
Viktor let out a tired sigh. “The mission took longer than expected. He’s
already been absent for a while now, so I can talk the teachers into giving him
credit for field work.”
“What about the report where you’ll have to explain why the leader of the
bandits was completely incapacitated by the time the soldiers arrived?”
“Oh, that’s easy. The colonel’s son was fighting an alpha twice his size. His
life was at stake, so we decided to step in and make things easier for the rest
of our team.”
Chris hummed lightly. Smooth. How typical of Viktor. Chris figured he should
have known that Viktor would have a plan to avoid complicating things for
himself and Yuuri. Otabek probably wouldn’t even suffer any consequences as the
one who had ended up “in danger” for the sake of the mission.
“So then, when do you plan to enroll your boy in the school?” Chris checked his
nails, nonchalantly picking out some dirt from under them.
Yuuri’s breath stopped for a second. “S-school?” Was Viktor really serious
about this?
Viktor managed to look at Yuuri briefly before turning away. He had been trying
not to think too much about it when he dressed Yuuri in his clothes, but
standing up now, Yuuri looked… really good in Viktor’s baggy shirt. He had to
work to fight off any inappropriate thoughts.
“Ahem. Yes, if you promise to be diligent and swear your loyalty to the
empire.”
Yuuri’s eyes lit up. He walked over to Viktor and grabbed Viktor’s hand without
thinking.
“You’ve already done so much for me. I can’t possibly thank you enough, but if
you could allow me to have an education, then there’s nothing I would ever
refuse you.” Viktor’s heart melted at Yuuri’s sincerity. He could see the
gratefulness overflowing in Yuuri’s cinnamon hued eyes.
The sight of Yuuri looking at him with spark in his eyes make his heart flutter
with feelings. He smiled at his adorable boy.
“You’ll learn so much, Yuuri. I hope that someday you’ll be able to help me
with my work after you graduate.”
Yuuri nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with wonder that kept him
speechless. Chris smiled at Viktor, but he noticed a hint of sadness and
anxiousness in his friend’s expression. He decided against commenting on it at
the moment.
“I was also thinking that maybe I could enroll your brother in a course for
younger students...”
Yuuri’s heart soared with happiness. Without thinking, he jumped to hug Viktor
and muttered words of gratitude as Viktor blushed. He hadn’t seen Yuuri like
this yet, but he enjoyed seeing Yuuri so happy and excited. Suddenly Chris
cleared his throat, and then there was a groan of pain from the infirmary bed
next to Yuuri.
“Yurio!” Yuuri quickly removed himself from Viktor, who still pinned to where
Yuuri was before, and hovered over his brother’s form. He watched as Yurio
tried to open his eyes, blinked rapidly, and looked around to assess the
situation.
Suddenly the boy snarled, pushing himself to his feet.
Viktor didn't expect the boy will be so...wild compared to Yuuri who is more
gentle and soft.
Yurio looked at his surrounding. There was silver haired guy standing behind
his brother. And for some reason, his brother smelled like this guy.
Yurio stepped between Yuuri and the vaguely familiar feeling silver haired man.
“Don’t you dare touch my brother!” He bared his teeth and stood defensively.
Viktor's eyes widened upon the words, before he could say anything, the boy
already looked back to his brother behind him.
Yurio looked back because there was a light tap on the back of his shoulder,
then Yuuri was ruffling his hair lovingly with a smile on his lips. His brother
look relaxed.
“Don’t worry, Yurio. They’re with the empire. They helped us escape.”
Yurio looked back in disbelief. “The empire? What are they doing here!? The
general’s dead! Why would they be here and not preparing for his funeral??”
The silver haired man smiled at him. “Well, actually, my father isn’t dead.”
Yurio turned to look at him, “Father? Oi, you’re not coming any closer! What
have you done to my brother!? Why does he smell like you!?”
Chris snorted when he looked and saw that Viktor was blushing.
“Well, about that…”
“Y-Yurio, I’m just borrowing his clothes! Mine are kind of ruined...” He winced
at his own words, shivering a little at the memories of last night. Although
the idea of Viktor changing and cleaning him made him want to burst out from
here.
Viktor instantly wanted to move in and comfort Yuuri, but Yurio was still
standing protectively in front of his brother and regarding Viktor warily.
“You look familiar,” Yurio said, squinting his eyes at the man in front of him.
Suddenly the blond man stood up, trying to clear up the situation. He walked to
Viktor and smiled.
“My name is Christophe Giacometti, and this here is Viktor Nikiforov. He’s
rather famous, so you may have seen him in the news or something.”
Suddenly the boy’s eyes widened in surprise. He stumbled back a little into
Yuuri’s arms as his mind processed.
“Viktor Nikiforov? As in THE Viktor Nikiforov??”
Viktor breathed out in relief. “Thank goodness. Yes, and I’m your new master,
but please call me Viktor.”
“Wait! Master?? What?? Yuuri?” He looked up at Yuuri, who smiled sheepishly.
“Yes… well… I left Yutopia for a mission that our old master gave me...”
Yuuri’s eyes flicked guiltily over to Viktor, but Viktor simply gave him a
reassuring smile that encouraged him to go on.
“Then I met Viktor. He helped me to get you back, and his soldiers attacked the
gang of thieves some time last night. They’ve actually been planning to do that
for a while now, but Viktor was nice enough to let me find you first.” Yurio’s
eyes widened, and he seemed to have a thousand thoughts before he spoke again.
“But we’re still slaves, Yuuri.”
Yuuri stiffened, but he tried to give a reassuring smile in response. “Well,
yes… But we’ll be able to earn our freedom back if we work long and hard
enough. We won’t have to be slaves forever, Yurio.”
Yurio raised an eyebrow when he saw Viktor flinch at that, but Yuuri didn’t
seem to notice it. Chris looked at his friend seriously.
“And you know, our new master might be able to enroll us in school! I know that
being in the military has always been a dream of yours… Maybe it’ll really come
true!”
Yurio nodded reluctantly, “If you say so…”
He turned around to hug Yuuri, resting his head on his shoulder.
“But what’s important is that we can be together again.”
Yuuri closed his eyes, almost tearing up. “Yes, and I promise I’ll protect you
properly this time.”
“No, that’s my line.”
Yuuri chuckled lightly, unaware of the way Viktor was looking at him. Chris
touched Viktor’s shoulder, snapping him out of the odd trance he was in.
“You’re looking a little scary there,” Chris whispered quietly enough that the
brothers couldn’t hear.
Viktor turned on his heels in response.
“I… I think I need to take a walk. I’ll be back…”
Chris frowned. It was strange for Viktor to let his emotions get the better of
him, but he had been seeing it happen repeatedly with things that involved
Yuuri lately.
“Okay then, I’ll wait here...”
Viktor left the tent quickly without a backwards glance. His expression was
hard, and his hand was clenched in a tight fist.
So Yuuri want to gain his freedom. He didn’t want to be a slave. He wanted to
leave him.
He wanted to leave Viktor.
Viktor found a tree in the middle of the camp and dug his fingers into the
bark, just barely resisting the urge to punch it. He let out a breath that he
didn’t realise he had been holding and tried to calm himself down.
No. Yuuri wasn’t going anywhere. He had to stay in school if he wanted to pass.
In the meantime, Yuuri would have about a year before he presented. During that
time, Viktor would just have to find ways to convince Yuuri to stay by his
side.
He wanted to be with Yuuri more than anything, but it would break his heart if
Yuuri didn’t end up feeling the same.
Slowly, Viktor managed to pull his hand away from the tree. He stood up a
little straighter and took in a deep breath.
Yuuri had made a promise to stay by his side. Viktor would make sure he kept
it. He couldn’t just leave.
“Yuuri, you’re mine. Don’t forget it...”
***** A hope *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuri think about Viktor.
     And omg that magic number /I just realized that it's so random lol xD
Chapter Notes
     Happy Easter everyone :')) I'm sorry I'm a bit late from the usual
     hour and I may not be updating next week because of work matters.../
     sigh. I'm sorry for any mistakes or grammar or the story isn't good
     enough, I'm writing and editing with my phone my tired eyes can't
     really see some mistakes so I'm sorry for that, and english is not my
     first language but I try to write in it :')
     thank you @Ninjassasin8 for always editing and beta-ing this story!
     Okay I'm out. Bye!
Chapter 9
“Yuuri, what’s your relationship with Viktor?”
Yuuri almost dropped the vase he was holding when Yurio blurted the question
out of nowhere. They were cleaning one of the Nikiforov mansion rooms together,
and Yurio was on the couch, waiting for Yuuri to set the vase up on the table
they had just dusted. Yuuri regained his composure and cleared his throat.
“Well, he’s my master, albeit an affectionate one, and of course he’s someone
I’m grateful to...”
Yuuri set the vase down carefully and began adding flowers that he had clipped
beforehand. The blond boy looked at him skeptically.
“Affectionate? I can literally smell him on you!”
Yuuri blushed. That sounded… scandalous.
“His scent always mixes with yours… I don’t like it…” Yurio almost looked sad
as he spoke, and Yuuri’s heart broke a little. Yuuri set the flowers to the
side and came to kneel down next to his brother.
“Aw, Yurio… I know how it looks, but that really is just his personality...
Plus he’s familiar with me, and I guess that might make him more comfortable
with being touchy feely?” Yurio didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, neither
do Yuuri. Since he isn't really sure why Viktor love to cling to him.
Yuuri smile, try to reassure his brother. “Don't worry about it. It doesn't
mean anything. By the way, have you packed your clothes yet? The carriage
leaves tomorrow morning.” He ruffled Yurio’s hair gently, hoping to change the
subject and lighten the mood. He decided he had succeeded to an extent when his
brother let out a grudging half-groan-half-sigh.
“As much as it kills me to smell his scent mixed with yours, I’ll admit that
buying us clothes was kind of nice. I packed everything yesterday.”
Yuuri smiled at his brother’s attempts to not look too happy about it. He
patted his head lovingly as he remembered their shopping trip from the other
day. He felt a little bad when Yurio immediately pounced on all the tiger print
stuff, but Viktor had simply laughed it off and bought it anyway. That had been
sweet, but Yuuri had felt especially guilty when Viktor choose some clothes for
Yuuri and eventually convinced him to accept them. He already had clothes that
Viktor had bought for him on a whim before the bandit ambush, and furthermore,
he was just a slave. It was strange for Viktor to treat him like… like he was
courting him.
Yuuri shook his head, driving the thought away. No, that was reading too far
into it. There’s no way a man with Viktor’s status and reputation would bother
with someone like him… Yuuri returned his attention to Yurio and smiled.
“Great! That’s a little less work to worry about! I should finish this up soon…
I have a few more chores to do once these flowers are set up.”
Yurio shifted so that Yuuri could go back to putting flowers in the vase.
“Tch... I can help you, you know. Why’s the head maid still giving you stuff to
do when you’ll be gone tomorrow anyway? Have you even gotten time to pack!?”
“Well… No, but I’ll be done by tonight.” Yuuri gave Yurio a reassuring smile.
Yurio rolled his eyes. “Yeah, assuming the woman doesn’t make you stare at the
wall in case dust gets on it.”
Yuuri giggled as he continued arranging flowers in the vase with Yurio watching
from the couch.
“I certainly hope she doesn’t.”
The two continued to make light conversation until Yuuri was ready to move on
to the next room, but his brother’s question lingered in his mind.
What was his relationship with Viktor?
 
...
 
Enrolling Yuuri and Yurio in school apparently wasn’t very difficult. Either
that or Viktor wasn’t above using his connections when he wanted something.
Within a few days of their return to the mansion, Viktor was already talking
about their living arrangements. Apparently Viktor had been trying to get
special permission to let Yuuri and Yurio stay at the mansion instead of the
dorms while attending classes, but Yuuri had insisted on not receiving
preferential treatment.
Viktor enrolled Yuuri in classes to major in administration and paperwork with
some classes in defense and martial arts. Yuuri was determined to learn some
skills and make the most of this education to prepare for the day when Viktor
no longer needed him. If he did this right then he would be able to find a
stable job and support Yurio.
Yuuri didn’t know how long Viktor would want to keep him around, but Yuuri
hoped that Viktor would allow him to work for his freedom. In his heart, he
wished to be a person who wasn’t owned by a master, and personally he thought
that it would mean more if he helped Viktor because he wanted to and not
because he was his slave. He had decided that he could get used to being a
slave forever for Viktor sake, but he also knew that that wasn't what he
preferred.
“Yuuri!”
A loud voice called out to him, and he turned to find Viktor himself
approaching with a forced smile. Yuuri looked up at him with a concerned
expression.
“Is something wrong, Viktor...?”
Viktor stopped and stood in front of him. A hand cupped Yuuri’s right cheek,
rubbing it slightly before settling. Viktor’s smile turned genuine.
“I’ll make time to visit you every month, so wait for me, okay?”
He seemed… like he is worried? Initially Viktor had been vehemently against
letting Yuuri live somewhere else. He wanted to keep Yuuri close, monopolize
his time, and ensure that no harm ever came to him. Furthermore, he wanted to
hear Yuuri talk about his day, help him with his homework, give him advice on
dealing with the teachers… He couldn’t be at school with Yuuri, so he wanted to
take what he could get.
However, Yuuri fought hard against receiving special treatment, and Viktor
found that he had a lot of respect for that. Viktor admired Yuuri’s integrity,
and after a period of reflection, grudgingly decided that Yuuri would benefit
from growing without Viktor constantly hovering over him.
“Please, don’t force yourself if you’re busy… We would love to see you that
often, but don’t let us get in the way of your schedule.” Yuuri smiled gently,
flattered that Viktor wanted to check up on them but worried that it might
bring Viktor trouble.
Viktor’s eyes softened, and he pulled Yuuri into a tight hug.
“I’ll miss you, Yuuri. Don’t forget about me, okay? I hope everything goes well
for you at school.” His voice trembled a little as the hands on Yuuri’s back
and waist pulled him closer. Yuuri smiled, endeared. When Viktor got like this,
Yuuri always felt the urge to pat his hair and reassure him like he did when
Yurio was a child.
“Thank you, I’ll do my best.” Yuuri gave into his urge and gently stroked
Viktor’s silver hair.
Reluctantly, Viktor pulled back. He looked anxious, as if he was struggling to
find words, but before Yuuri could ask if there was something he wanted to say,
Viktor spoke.
“Yuuri… We need to talk.”
Curiously, Yuuri looked up at Viktor, who still looked stressed but now had a
hint of determination in his eye. Yuuri nodded and followed as Viktor led them
out to a small pavilion in the garden. It was quiet outside, and no one besides
them could be seen. Yuuri sat down on one of the chairs, looking at Viktor
expectantly. However, Viktor still seemed to be searching for a way to put his
thoughts into words, so Yuuri decided to try and ease him into a conversation.
“You know, I’ve been here for a month, but I’ve never been able to take a
moment to admire this scenery.” Yuuri looked around, taking in the view of the
garden.
Viktor chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Me too. Sometimes I forget that there’s
something so beautiful and peaceful here...”
Another silence settled over them. Yuuri wondered what Viktor wanted to talk
about. Was Viktor unsatisfied with something Yuuri did? Did Viktor not want him
around anymore?
“Yuuri….” Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat as he waited for Viktor to
continue. Heart racing in his chest. “What are your plans for after you
graduate?”
There was a pause. Well, that hadn’t been the question that Yuuri had been
expecting, but he breathed out in relief. With a sheepish smile, he answered,
“Um, helping you as a secretary or an assistant...? If you’ll have me...” Yuuri
scratched his cheek uncertainly. He didn’t have the confidence to say that he
wanted to repay Viktor’s kindness.
Viktor grinned at the response. The idea of seeing Yuuri everyday, working by
his side… It made his heart flutter. Plus he was sure that Yuuri would look
gorgeous in a military uniform. Maybe he should order it early and give it to
Yuuri as a graduation present… But that wasn’t the point here.
“Is there a reason why you’re so excited to be in school...? Most of the people
that I knew hated the idea of it…”
Yuuri almost breath in relief because he thought it was something serious.
“Well… You see… I thought that I would spend my entire life in Yutopia, that
maybe I would take over my mother’s restaurant or help my sister look after the
town… But now that the village is… gone… I don’t really have any useful skills.
I can read and write and do basic math, but I never had much of a formal
education. If I wasn’t a slave, then I might have ended up jobless and homeless
anyway. I don’t know what your classmates thought about school, but to me, it’s
a chance to survive. It’s a chance to develop skills that will let me support
my brother. As someone who could have never dreamed of having the chance to go
to school two months ago, I feel like it’s natural to be excited, you know?”
Yuuri smiled widely.
Viktor had restored his ability to hope for a better future by not only
allowing him the chance to go to school, but also by being surprisingly kind
and gentle. Even on the days when Yuuri made mistakes, Viktor was patient about
explaining what he did wrong. Yuuri could see that Viktor genuinely cared for
him in the way he talked to him, not to mention the way he had saved him from
his old master. Viktor had ended up considering his feelings and allowed him to
stay at the dormitories too. He was someone that Yuuri would undoubtedly love
to work alongside. The only problem was that Yuuri felt that he was being given
so much, but couldn’t give anything in return.
When Viktor heard Yuuri’s response, all he wanted to do was hug him again.
The boy worked so hard to appear strong even though he was fragile and
uncertain. He was so selfless and mature that all of his focus is to raised his
brother, to protect him, he didn't even think that going to school is only for
his sake, but for his brother's sake. He was so sweet and how was Viktor
supposed to live without him?
Yuuri had such a beautiful heart, Viktor had a hard time containing his
feelings for him. He was head over heels for the boy who his childhood savior
had grown into. Viktor just wanted to keep that cinnamon hued gaze on him
forever.
And he wanted to keep Yuuri by his side and ensure that he never needed to
worry about anything ever again...
Suddenly he remembered.
“Yuuri! I almost forgot!” Viktor searched his pockets before finding what he
was looking for. He held out his hand to Yuuri, and in it Yuuri found a black,
oval shaped case with a brand name written on it. Viktor opened the case and
revealed what was inside.
A pair of glasses.
Viktor removed the blue framed glasses and put them on Yuuri’s face gently.
He smiled adoringly upon seeing how well the frame fit Yuuri’s face.
“I just picked these up yesterday, but I forgot to give them to you… Hopefully
they’ll let you see the lecturers. It’s lucky that they were finished the day
before you left for the dorms.”
Blinking a little, Yuuri looked around in wonder. The world was so… Clear. He
hadn't even realized how bad his vision was. He looked over at Viktor, who was
even more stunning now that he could see the details in Viktor’s gentle smile
and incredibly blue-green eyes. Yuuri blushed and turned his gaze down to hide
the reddening of his cheeks.
“Thank you… for everything, Viktor. I’ll study hard and try not to disappoint
you.”
Viktor gave him solemn look before cupping his cheek again.
“Don’t worry Yuuri, you could never do that. Just don’t stress yourself too
much. I'll be happy with whatever you accomplish.”
Yuuri smiled gratefully. Viktor didn't see him as slave that need to meet his
expectation, at least.
“YUUURI!” Their heads snapped in the direction of the voice that had called
out, and Yuuri realized it belonged to Yurio.
“I should go find my brother… But you know, The school isn't that far away. I
can try to come and visit whenever I have time but you can't travel.”
Viktor beamed. “I’ll be looking forward to it then!”
Yuuri smiled back and was about to go follow the sound of his brother’s voice,
only to turn and find Yurio approaching from down the hall.
Yuuri ran to greet him as Yurio glared at Viktor with shocking intensity for a
teenager. The brothers started a conversation as they went back the way Yurio
had come, and Viktor was left staring wistfully until Yuuri’s back disappeared.
Suddenly out of nowhere, something nudged Viktor’s shoulder.
“He’ll be back before you know it. You’re being too dramatic.”
Viktor looked at Minako and smirked. “You're right… But I think maybe I’ll need
a way to patch the hole in my heart while he's gone. Maybe I should get a dog!”
Minako hit his shoulder. “It had better be properly trained. If it makes a mess
in this house, then I'll have your head.”
“Hopefully the shop will have a trained one? I'll have to go see…”
“Viktor, you're not serious…”
“Well, who knows?”
“Viktor!”
Viktor laughed and ran back to his study before Minako could scold him. Upon
opening the door, he sighed. There was paperwork to do.
As he sat down at his desk, he imagined having Yuuri by his side. With two
people, the work would go by much faster, and then they could have a nice lunch
or dinner together somewhere after a hard day’s work…
It stung a little, to know that he wouldn’t be seeing very much of Yuuri for a
while now, but he could endure for Yuuri’s sake and visit when being away from
him became too painful.
 
...
 
The world through the lens of his new glasses felt brand new to Yuuri. His
ability to focus was sharper than Yuuri knew it could be, and everything he saw
seemed as if it had been newly polished. He almost felt like a different person
with his glasses on. It was as if this newfound clarity allowed him to see a
brighter future in addition to brighter scenery.
Both the glasses and the feeling of a newfound purpose in life were added to
the ever growing list of things that Yuuri was determined to pay Viktor back
for. Although Yuuri knew that he would be away from Viktor for a while, he was
looking forward to returning as a better version of himself that Viktor could
be proud of.
“He bought you glasses?”
Yurio looked up at him suspiciously.
“Uh, yeah... Mine broke...” Yuuri replied awkwardly.
“I know. I saw.”
Yuuri grimaced at the reminder that Yurio had experienced that kind of tragedy
alongside him.
“Well, with any luck this pair won't meet the same fate,” Yuuri said with a
soft, joking smile. “I'll probably need them for school... Though honestly I'm
just glad that the general’s letting both of us attend.”
Yurio gave a snort and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of candy.
“Speaking of the general, this is the third time he's given sweets since I came
here!” He glared at the small pile of wrapped candy. “I’m big enough now—”
“Did you say thank you?”
“Well- I- yes, but—”
“Continue.”
“I’m practically an adult now! And adults don't eat sweets! I want to protect
you!” Yurio shoved the candies to Yuuri’s hands and crossed his arms.
Yuuri smiled gently at his brother. It seemed that even slavery and trauma
couldn't completely erase Yurio’s childishness.
“You know, Viktor still eats candy, and the general does too.” Yuuri chuckled,
unwrapping a chocolate truffle and offering it to his brother.
Yurio reluctantly accepted it and popped the candy into his mouth.
“I believe you’ll protect me. You’re strong Yurio, and you'll grow up to be
amazing.” He watched as his brother munched skeptically.
“Now, I know that that’ll be true whether you accept these little treats or
not, but life might be just a little sweeter if you do. It's ok to accept small
gifts from life every now and then.”
Yurio paused before wordlessly agreeing to take the handful of candy back, but
he couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face. Yuuri always knew
what to say. He returned the candies back to his pocket and continued walking
alongside his brother.
“You know, I really don’t like Viktor.”
Yuuri turned to him with a puzzled frown. “But isn’t Viktor your role model?
Not to mention he’s been really kind to us as slaves.”
“He’s TOO kind to you, Yuuri!” Yurio stopped walking, and Yuuri turned to look
at him. “Don’t you feel like he has some kind of ulterior motive? Glasses are
expensive, Yuuri.”
“Yurio, it’s not polite to talk about people like that.” Yuuri continued
walking again, hoping he wouldn’t have to argue with his brother. Fortunately
Yurio followed him. “And I’m fairly sure that he gave me glasses because it
would help me do work more efficiently.”
Yuuri wanted to doubt that that Viktor had ulterior motives. After all, Viktor
seemed to be a good person. He treated all the slaves respectfully or even
familiarly in some cases, and he’d clearly gained respect from the other
members of the Black Rose. Sure, sometimes he acted like a little kid and
pouted like a five year old, and that kind of clashed with his usually
charismatic character, but Yuuri couldn’t imagine Viktor wishing him harm. In
fact, the side of Viktor that he most often saw was actually kind of cute, and
Yuuri was glad to be one of the people in the world who got to see it. What
kind of ulterior motives would Viktor have anyway?
“But he’s always all over you...” Yurio pouted at him, and then suddenly it
clicked.
“Ah, could it be that you’re jealous?” That would make the most sense. Yurio
always got the majority of Yuuri’s time and attention, after all. The boy
turned red.
“NO I’M NOT!! THAT LOSER’S THE JEALOUS ONE!!”
“Y-Yurio, please stop screaming...” Other slaves around them were looking at
them quizzically.
“FORGET IT!” Yurio stomped past Yuuri and made his way down the hall. Yuuri put
his head in his hand in exasperation, wondering how he could calm Yurio down.
This wasn't exactly the first time he had dealt with something like this.
Yuuri smiled a little as he remembered the first time he held Yurio in his
arms. Yurio had been left behind in Yutopia by his mother, and Yuuri family had
decided to take the abandoned child in, but Yuuri had been the only one who
could look after him with his mother running the restaurant, his father running
the town, and his sister running from responsibility all the time.
Yuuri was mainly the one who took care of Yurio, watched him grow up, and
calmed him down from tantrums. How Yuuri missed those days… He missed long
walks through the woods, bathing in sunlight, and breathing in cool, grassy
air, but his days of berry picking and hide-and-seek with Yurio were long gone
now...
Walking forward, Yuuri searched for the blond boy who had run ahead. As he
searched the house, he couldn't help but think that the beautiful marble floor
and grand wall portraits suited Viktor and the general. Everything about them
and their home constantly reminded onlookers that they were noblemen in
addition to military men. Yuuri felt rather out of place.
Yuuri was a slave, and before that, he was a commoner. He didn’t really own
anything of his own, and he was painfully aware of that.
After circling the mansion twice, Yuuri was a little worried when he couldn’t
find Yurio anywhere. It was only when another slave mentioned seeing Yurio
storm into his room and lock the door that Yuuri was able to breathe easy
again. Unfortunately, this meant that he would simply have to to wait for Yurio
to calm down and come out on his own, as Yuuri knew from experience. Yelling
tantrums he could handle, but once Yurio was isolated, he stayed that way.
Yuuri would apologize for upsetting him and talk it out when Yurio was ready.
Instead of going to knock on his brother’s door, Yuuri made his way over to his
own room and began packing his clothes. Tomorrow he would be gone from this
place. He wouldn’t see Minako or the Crispino twins or Minami... Or Viktor.
Yuuri thought that he might miss Viktor’s presence despite the man’s
clinginess, but he told himself that he would be able to see a lot more of him
if he did well in school.
For the next hour or so, he folded clothes and assembled his essentials with
that thought in mind.
 
...
 
“Do you have everything? Clothes, towels, toiletries, a comb, socks, shoes-“
“Viktor, it’s ok. I’m ready. But I’ll be late at this rate.” Yuuri smiled at
Viktor’s concern for him.
“Right, well, better safe than sorry! You’ll want to bring as much as you can
to the dormitories… And I hope you get a good roommate too.”
“Thank you, Viktor. You don’t know how much we appreciate it—”
Suddenly Viktor pulled him into tight hug, rubbing his face into Yuuri’s neck.
“Don't forget, I’ll be trying to visit you at least once a month, so please,
wait for me.” Viktor continued to bury in face in Yuuri’s skin, and Yuuri could
feel his face starting to heat up. However, the worst part of the ordeal was
the look on the faces of everyone who happened to see. They didn’t even bat an
eyelash and simply wished Yuuri a safe trip as Viktor stayed securely wrapped
around him.
Viktor was quite the drama queen.
Giving in, Yuuri sighed and patted Viktor’s back gently. “I will, don’t worry.
Thank you, Viktor.”
Finally Viktor pulled back, smiling adoringly at Yuuri.
“The uniform suits you. I wish I could go to school with you.”
“You would be a nuisance, old man.” Suddenly Yurio was between them, acting as
a barrier between Viktor and Yuuri.
Before Viktor could respond, the boy asked him seriously, “How’s Otabek?”
“Otabek?" Viktor was a bit caught of guard by the question, but he's back to
his normal composure to answer the boy.
"He’s healing fine and should be back in school within a week. You might even
see him there.”
Yurio let out a breath of relief. “Thank goodness.” Viktor raised an eyebrow
before coming to an understanding with a smirk.
“What’s this? Are you worried about him?”
Yurio blushed. “He’s my friend, of course I’m worried about him!”
Viktor gave him a coy look. “Well, if you say so~”
Of course Yurio couldn’t couldn’t let that go, so he kicked some dirt at the
smug looking lieutenant.
“Y-Yurio!” Yuuri shot his brother a reprimanding look as Viktor chuckled
playfully. “I-I’m so sorry, Viktor!” Without thinking, Yuuri kneeled down to
brush the dust off of Viktor’s pants, and immediately Viktor went speechless.
He fought off the inappropriate thoughts that popped into his head upon seeing
Yuuri’s head so close to his crotch and coaxed Yuuri back into standing as
casually as he could.
“Yuuri, Yuuri, it’s fine! Don’t worry about it! It’s just a little dirt, and
I’m sure he didn’t mean it!”
Yuuri breathed out in relief. He really needed to talk to his brother about his
attitude while they were at school.
“Thank you for understanding, Viktor.” It was sweet that a man with Viktor’s
status could forgive a slave for kicking dirt at him. His patience never failed
to earn a little more of Yuuri respect every time.
“I’ll really miss you,” Viktor blurted out out of nowhere. The way he blushed
as soon as the words were out of his mouth suggested that he had spoken without
thinking.
Yuuri smiled sincerely and took Viktor’s hand. “Me too.”
For a moment, Viktor was stunned, his mind too full of awe and happiness to
function. Eventually his forced himself to recover and respond.
“Really? I’m glad to hear that.” Viktor’s hand fixed Yuuri’s glasses. Yuuri
smiled.
“I’ll study hard and help you someday.”
Viktor grinned happily “I’m looking forward to it, Yuuri.”
At that moment, their hands separated, and Yuuri climbed into the carriage next
to Yurio. Viktor had a look of longing as he reluctantly let go of Yuuri’s
hand.
Yuuri sent Viktor one last smile as the carriage began to move. As both Viktor
and the mansion began to move farther away, Yuuri couldn’t help but notice how
alone Viktor looked. But then again, was that not usually the case? Even when
Viktor was surrounded by people, he didn’t really seem to genuinely connect
with very many of them. Sure he kept his smile on, but Yuuri had figured out
that the smile he held in front of crowds was different from the genuine smiles
that Viktor showed almost exclusively at home.
“Are you ok, Yuuri? You look a little down.” Yurio inspected his brother’s
expression.
“Ah, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”
“Well, look on the bright side. No more housework, at least.”
Yuuri looked over at Yurio. “True, but there’ll be homework. Please try to
behave in school, okay? I’ll come over and visit your dorm whenever I can.”
“Hmph, I’m not stupid. Don’t worry, I know how to act. I’d rather focus on
academics anyway. I’ll be better than anyone in school, including you, Yuuri.”
Yuuri smirked, accepting the challenge. “Well, I’ll just have to try my best
not to lose.”
The two brothers smiled at each other.
Their future laid just up ahead. Yuuri was determined to do well for both his
brother and for Viktor. He just hoped everything went well.
***** School *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuri met Pichit
Chapter Notes
     Okay I'm updating 15 min before midnight. Sigh. I'm super late. I'll
     update maybe once every 2 week now. Or if faster I can do once a
     week. :''( I'm sorry :''(
     Warning for next chapter or 2 more maybe will turn a bit non con?
     Dunno I didn't write the next one yet. Ouch.
     Thank you so much for @Ninjassassin8 beta! ;;; v ;;; thank you so
     much dear! I'll get by the next one faster :''')
     okay I'm out of here bye!
Chapter 10
Yuuri’s first thought as he walked onto the school campus was that it was huge.
Huge.
Like, GARGANTUAN.
Outside, the school grounds were full of people and activity. There were
students doing laps with instructors, people walking to classes, friends
chatting on benches and sidewalks...
It was incredible to think that this whole place was surrounded by forest. As
he made his way to the front of the main building with Yurio at his side, Yuuri
couldn't help feel incredibly small. He clutched his bag to his chest and
forced himself to breathe evenly.
The woman who brought them there glanced at them from the side of her eye.
Yuuri recognized her as one of the people who had done the paperwork back when
Viktor had claimed him as a slave. If he remembered correctly, her name was
Mila. She was older and a little intimidating like most alphas, but strangely
he didn’t feel uneasy when he walked beside her.
Yuuri and Yurio continued trailing behind Mila as she lead them through winding
corridors. The people they walked past watched them with interest and hushed
whispers.
“This way, you two.”
Yuuri ripped his gaze away from some curiously staring students. He could do
this. He could do this.
Quickening his pace, Yuuri held his bag tighter and moved forward. Eventually,
Mila led them to a door with “Headmaster” engraved on the plate next to it. The
woman knocked lightly, and then they heard an old man’s voice from inside. She
opened the door and gestured for both boys to come in.
The room was spacious, but it was decorated with many medals of honor and
trophies, making the wall seems crowded. Golden plaques and awards glittered in
the light that filtered in through the window. In the middle of the room sat a
large desk, and behind it was a balding man with a serious face.
Mila smiled and greeted the man, but Yuuri couldn't really pay attention to
anything she was saying. This was the headmaster? What was he supposed to say?
What was he supposed to do? What if he messed up here somehow?
He could feel his heart rate picking up, but was jolted out of his thoughts as
Yurio nudged him subtly and Mila left with a dismissive wave. The door shut
with a thud behind her, leaving the two boys to be analyzed by the headmaster’s
piercing gaze.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, but then the man moved to pulled out a
drawer in his desk. He brought out two files and began reading one of them. He
only looked up at Yuuri and his brother occasionally, but after a few minutes
with nothing but rustling papers to fill the silence of the room, Yuuri
couldn't help but squirm a little at the awkwardness in the air.
Eventually (finally), the man closed the files and looked the two boys in the
eye.
Yuuri almost flinched under his stare.
“Yuuri Katsuki. Personal slave of Lt. General Viktor Nikiforov, no?” the man
huffed at the name as he regarded the older of the two.
Yuuri nodded. “Yes, I am...” He said lightly.
“And his brother.”
The smaller boy glared back defiantly. The headmaster wasn't fazed and returned
his attention to Yuuri.
“Viktor asked me to enroll you here personally. He speaks highly of you, but I
could see that he was a little… Biased.” The man folded his hands.
“I'm not going to lie to you. The coursework here is rigorous, regardless of
where you specialize. I've had students cry and break down during the first
week of school. But nevertheless, the success of the people who come here is
vital to their future. Do you think you can handle the pressure?”
Yuuri looked back with serious expression. He wouldn't back down.
“Yes sir. I’m willing to learn.”
“Well then, we’ll see how far that takes you.” The the man slipped the
documents back into his drawer.
“I’m Yakov Feltsman, your headmaster. At this school you’re not a slave, you’re
a student. If you do what you're told, then you'll survive, and you'll never
have to see me again until graduation. I only hope you don't cause me the same
headache your master did as a student...” He seemed visibly disgruntled at the
memory.
His mention of Viktor caught Yuuri’s attention, and the headmaster scoffed at
the interest in his eyes.
“He was a troublesome child, but he was good at what he did. Even though I’m
sure his antics took a few years off my life, he received most of the honor
awards at his graduation.
Yuuri’s eyes widened. He was a little surprised, though he knew he shouldn’t
be. Viktor did seem to be the troublemaker kind after all, and Yuuri had heard
how much of a prodigy he was from Yurio.
“I hope you both learn something while you’re here.” Yakov spoke gruffly. Yuuri
nodded and nudged Yurio to do the same. “You’re both dismissed. Mila will show
you the way to your dorms. Classes start tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
“Thank you, Mr. Feltsman.”
Yuuri bowed once more, and Yurio grudgingly did the same.
Mila was waiting for them behind the door, smiling as they walked out.
“I know he looks scary, but he’s really just a big softie.”
“Really? I just thought he looked constipated.” Yurio spoke indifferently, if a
little passive aggressively.
“Ah- I’m- I’m sorry, he didn’t mean that!” Yuuri gaped, hand waving around
awkwardly, trying to undo what Yurio has said but nonetheles she could hear it.
Suddenly the woman laughed loudly. She doubled over and wiped invisible tears
from her eyes.
“No, he’s not wrong. Sir Feltsman does kind of look like that.”
Unsure of how to react, Yuuri laughed awkwardly. Was it ok to bad mouth the
principal outside his office? Couldn’t he hear what was being said?
Yurio simply huffed and shifted his bag as Mila began to walk down the hall.
“Do you need help with that, Yurio?”
Yuuri looked at his brother with concern. The bag seemed twice Yurio’s size. It
has been in his mind since they stepped out from the carriage.
“I’m fine. I can hold it.”
Yuuri wasn’t completely convinced, but he figured he could spare his brother’s
pride if he let it go. Instead, he walked behind Yurio in case the boy fell or
something, but luckily that didn’t happen.
Soon they reached the dormitories. Mila gestured to a room and told Yurio that
he would be staying there. Yuuri bid him good-bye and gave some quick last
minute advice before leaving to follow Mila again.
As they walked through the corridor, the hall was silent until Mila looked back
and smiled at Yuuri.
“So Yuuri, how’s Viktor? I’ve been hearing rumors about the two of you.”
Yuuri almost froze on the spot. Luckily he was able to force himself to keep
moving forward.
“Um… rumors? What kind?” he asked shyly, averting his gaze to the floor beneath
his feet.
“Oh my, you don’t know? The whole Empire’s heard about it! Everyone’s talking
about Viktor Nikiforov’s little dates with the mystery boy!”
Yuuri blanched. Ears cannot believe what it just heard.
“What?! But- he never- that wasn’t supposed to be a… a da-date?” he blushed at
the memory of their outings and suddenly recalled Viktor’s clingy tendencies.
Now that he thought about it, they probably did look a little conspicuous...
“That’s not what I’ve been hearing! Hasn’t he been buying you clothes and
taking you out to eat? Not to mention he’s apparently stuck you like glue all
the time.” She chuckled.
“But I’m happy for you guys. I haven’t seen Viktor so happy in a long time! The
pictures are adorable too!”
Yuuri flinched. “P-pictures?”
Had people been spreading photos of them on the newspaper? Clearly they were
getting the wrong impression!
“I’m- I’m just his servant, he’s just overly kind...” Yuuri could only hope
this wasn’t damaging Viktor’s reputation too badly. The last thing he wanted
was to cause trouble for Viktor. Or any rumor and wrong gossip about them.
“He doesn’t mean anything by being social and clingy, that’s just how he is.”
Right, there was nothing going between them. Viktor deserved someone better,
someone beautiful and confident and strong.
Someone who was the exact opposite of Yuuri.
Preferably someone who wasn’t a slave.
After all, Viktor only deserved the best, and Yuuri was nothing. Someday Viktor
would find a beautiful mate with a social status that was worthy of him, and
Yuuri would swallow the lump in his throat and quietly support Viktor from the
sidelines. It didn’t make any logical sense that Viktor, a kindhearted hero who
could have anyone he wanted, would choose a pathetic slave who depended on him
to survive.
Mila looked at him, unconvinced. As they turned the corner to another hallway
of dorms, she smirk.
“Hmm, are you sure about that? Because I’ve known Viktor for a while now, and
I’ve never seen him… like that.”
Yuuri looked at her questioningly, wondering what she meant by “that,” but–
“We’re here!”
–the conversation was cut short when they reached their destination.
The dormitory was mostly empty since classes were in session. The room they had
stopped in front of was at the end of the hall, close to the window and a set
of stairs. Quite far from where they dropped Yurio before.
Mila opened his dorm room with smile. It was spacious and surprisingly neat.
There were two empty beds and two desks on either side of the room. There are
two wardrobes next to each desk and a chest at the foot of each bed too. One of
the beds were rumpled, most likely the place where his roommate slept.
“Here it is! I hope you like it. Your roommate will be back tomorrow, but he
just presented as beta, so he went home for a bit.”
Yuuri tilted his head slightly with a confused look.
“You’re allowed to take leave from school if you’re approaching your time to
present,” she explained. “Especially if you’re an alpha who needs a week to get
out of rut. Betas are less affected by the hormones, so they only need about
three days. Omegas on the other hand are pretty rare. What happens if you
present as an omega will depend on your family or in this case your master, but
having omega taking courses at this school is unheard of.”
Mila pointed to the left wall, “The school has some rooms prepared for students
who present suddenly or before their parents are able to pick them up. Oh, but
you can take off up to two weeks of school if you start having pre-presentation
symptoms.”
Yuuri nodded. It was considerate for the school to have all these
accommodations for young students… He hoped he presented as a beta so he could
finish his rut in three days and get back to school as soon as possible. Yuuri
set his bag down on the neat, untouched bed.
Mila smiled at him. “Your classes start tomorrow, so I’ll leave you to unpack.
It doesn't look like it'll take you too long though.” She eyed the lone bag
next to him.
Yuuri nodded awkwardly and bowed. “Thank you so much for your help.” The woman
grinned, then Yuuri felt her ruffling his hair.
“Sooo cuteee! Now I see why Viktor fawns over you!”
Yuuri blushed. Women as beautiful just didn’t call him cute...
And Viktor? Fawning over him? Surely that was something he did with other
people too?
“Okay! I need to get back to work! I hope you enjoy studying here, Yuuri~”
She waved and closed the door, leaving Yuuri alone. He breathed out, finally
able to relax a little. Turning to the bed, he began to unpack. Item by item,
the contents of his bag were laid out and arranged on the bed in no particular
order. When his bag was empty, he took another look around the room to look for
the best place to put away his stuff. His eye caught on his roommate’s desk,
and he noticed a picture of a tan boy with bright smile.
Yuuri wondered if this guy was Phichit. He had a friendly smile, and Yuuri
thought that maybe they might be able to be good friends. He hoped they got
along. He also hoped that Phichit wouldn’t mind being roommates with a slave...
The man wore luxurious clothes in some of the photos there. He seems to come
from a wealthy family.
He shook his head to dispel the thought. He hoped his roommate wouldn’t treat
him any differently, but he also couldn’t make any assumptions about a person
he hadn’t met yet. Yuuri quickly grabbed his clothes and started hanging them
up in the wardrobe next to his desk.
Yuuri couldn’t help but be reminded of how nice all the outfits Viktor had
given him were. They all had silken smooth textures and looked comfortably
warm. Suddenly his mind was on Viktor, and suddenly the clingy lieutenant’s
absence washed over him.
No one here would spring out of nowhere and hug him from behind. No one would
give him heart shaped smiles and have pretty blue eyes like the one he had used
to see everyday. Yuuri closed his eyes, clutching the clothes tightly to his
chest.
Why did that make him feel so alone?
 
...
 
Phichit came into his life like a hurricane, and his presence made Yuuri forget
his loneliness for a little while. The Thai boy was energetic and sociable from
the second he walked into the room, and he was quick to bring Yuuri out of his
shell. He even introduced Yuuri to some of his other friends and helped him
with the more difficult homework.
The workload at school was significantly less friendly to Yuuri’s wellbeing.
Even if he had grown up with knowledge of the Empire’s intricate history, there
was a lot to learn and memorize. He devoted himself to studying hard and being
the best possible student. The other students were nice enough too, though
there were certainly exceptions who looked down upon his lowly slave status.
However, to Yuuri’s surprise, he wasn’t the only slave being sent to have an
education. Although there weren’t that many, some alpha and beta slaves were
there as students.
In the end, the way he was initially received was based less on how people
regarded him personally and more reliant on their curiosity about “the slave
chosen by Viktor Nikiforov.” Many of them had heard of him beforehand and snuck
glances at him in the halls and during lunch. And after talking to Phichit for
a while and talking to him about Viktor every now and then, even Phichit was
now constantly teasing him about their “special connection.”
Of course Yuuri shot him down every time, but Phichit’s teasing became an
official part of their regular friendship.
It wasn’t easy for Yuuri to forget about Viktor, but Viktor’s absence only
remained a paradoxical reminder of him. It had been five months since Yuuri’s
first day of school, and Viktor still hadn’t come to visit. Yuuri understood
that Viktor was busy and that Viktor will just drop everything to see him. In
fact, Yuuri didn’t want him to if it meant troubling him, but he couldn’t help
to miss the lieutenant. He was always wondering how he was doing, and always
felt a chill of dread whenever his classmates talked about the latest military
conflicts.
However, although Viktor couldn’t be around personally, he did write often. He
sent a letter as often as twice a week if he could, and he always wrote long,
rambly paragraphs that talked about his days and fussed over Yuuri’s health. He
would gush over new scenery and complain about paperwork and write in elegant,
capitalized script when he got excited… And near the ends of his letters, he
always promised to see Yuuri as soon as he was finished with whatever conflict
he was currently dealing with. It never failed to melt Yuuri’s heart.
It was funny, honestly. He could turn on the news to see what Viktor was up to,
but he always preferred reading through Viktor’s point of view.
“Yuuri! You got another message!”
Yuuri’s head snapped up, and suddenly Phichit was latched on to Yuuri’s back,
catching him off guard. When did Phichit come in?
“It’s from your beloved master~ Again.” Phichit teased him, pinching his cheeks
before moving away to avoid getting hit.
“Maybe it’s another love letter about how he misses you?? Hmm? Ooh, I really
wanna see how he’ll react when he hears that you were saying his name in your
sleep!”
Yuuri blushed hard. “Phichit! I do not!” He buried his face in his hands.
“You can’t lie to me, Yuuri, I heard you last night!”
“Nope! No way! Didn’t happen!” He quickly walked over to the door, but before
he could turn the doorknob, Phichit spoke.
“Wait, dont’t run! If you step outside, then…” Phichit held up the ivory
envelope in his hand. “I might get bored and search for some new reading
material~” Phichit grinned devilishly and smirked when he saw Yuuri turn even
redder than before.
“Oh? Does the letter have something secret? Is it scandalous? Let’s see!”
Yuuri jumped at him, but Phichit was quick and managed to dodge. What proceeded
was a ridiculous chase as Phichit stayed just out of Yuuri’s reach.
“You can’t catch me~ Is there something you’re hiding? Are my suspicions true?”
Phichit laughed as Yuuri redoubled his efforts to catch him. Yuuri was adorable
when he was embarassed.
“Nothing! He just talks about his work! There’s nothing secret or scandalous in
these letters!” Yuuri thought he had a chance of grabbing the letter, but
Phitchit snatched it away just a second before he could get it.
“Phichit!”
The beta looked back at Yuuri, who was looking more flustered and annoyed by
the minute.
“Alright, alright, here. Because I’m a good friend, I’ll leave you alone with
your boyfriend’s letter.” Phichit handed the letter off and walked over to the
door.
“He’s not my boyfriend!!”
Phichit rolled his eyes with a playful smile, “Whatever you say, Yuuri. I’m
going to see Seung Gil and Guang Hong now, but I’ll be back soon~”
Yuuri sighed as the door closed behind his friend. Phichit was just too much
sometimes. He is the best friend Yuuri could ask for, but never backed down
from a chance to tease people. Other than that, he was fun to be around and
incredibly supportive.
Once he was calm again, Yuuri opened the letter and read carefully. It was
detailed and full of character like most of Viktor’s letters were. By the time
he reached Viktor’s flourished signature, he found himself smiling
uncontrollably. He couldn’t seem to un-smile, and even when he went to the
mirror, to smooth down the edges of his lips, the expression wouldn’t go away.
Did he always look like this when he read Viktor’s letters? No wonder Phichit
teased him...
With his cheeks slightly warm, Yuuri closed the letter carefully and stored it
in his desk drawer with the rest. Immediately after, he sat down and pulled out
a pen and some stationary to write out a reply. He stayed there, hunched over
his paper, suddenly realizing he didn’t know what to write about. His studies?
His teachers? Phichit? Yurio?
This brand of writer’s block came up every time Yuuri tried to write Viktor a
response, but he knew that Viktor would accept anything he wrote, so Yuuri
tossed out his uncertainties and just wrote. He wondered if he could call
Viktor, just to hear his voice. The dormitory did have phone after all... but
it was only for emergencies.
Yuuri shook his head. What was he thinking? Was he developing a crush on his
master? This had to be inappropriate, right? Yuuri stopped writing and crumpled
up the paper.
He had to stop this. These feelings wouldn’t do anything but hurt both him and
Viktor. The best position he could earn in Viktor’s life was that of an
assistant. Never a lover.
Yuuri couldn’t afford to hope otherwise.
 
…
 
“How do you feel about Viktor with my brother?” Yuri asked. “I don’t like them
together.”
Otabek munch on his food next to the younger boy, swallowing slowly before
looking back at Yuri with a characteristically stoic face.
“What do you mean? I think they look fine together. Though I suppose Viktor
seems to ‘want’ more.”
“What do you mean.”
Yuri ate slowly as he waited for Otabek’s response. Now he got to eat with
Yuri, instead of simply watch him eat. It was a little strange when one
considered the environment in which they used to interact, but this new setting
was easy to get used to. Yuri was naturally the same as ever, albeit slightly
more relaxed in front of Otabek.
The colonel’s son cleared his throat. “Viktor just looks like he really wants
your brother by his side. I think your brother wants to be there too, but he
keeps pulling away for some reason.” But then again, no one could really get
away from Viktor if he didn’t want them to. Yuuri probably wouldn’t be an
exception.
Yurio growled. “I don’t want my brother to be his plaything. My brother has a
hard time refusing people, especially ones who are kind to him. And Viktor’s
showered him with so much kindness that I don’t think he’ll ever be able to say
‘no’ to anything Viktor wants!”“
Otabek widened his eyes. Yuri was perceptive. Indeed, that certainly sounded
like something Viktor would do intentionally. He was manipulative like that.
Yuri sighed. “I just don’t want my brother to get hurt. He deserves some
happiness. Being with Viktor… Well, if my brother doesn’t want it then I don’t
either.”
Otabek smiled at the look of worry on Yuri’s face. “You really love your
brother.”
Yuri turned his head away. “W-well of course! I- he’s my brother! He’s always
looked after me, and I don’t want him to suffer anny more than he already has!”
Otabek finished the rest of his food as he waited for the boy to calm down. “I
don’t think Viktor wants to hurt him. He seems to care about him, but I haven’t
known him personally for very long and can’t make any solid judgements.”
“I don’t like him. He’s too clingy, and he’s always wasting Yuuri’s time.”
Otabek chuckled. So Yuri was simply jealous of Viktor?
“Relax. Your brother still loves you. You’re his brother, and you have an
irreplaceable place in his heart. Don’t forget, I’ve seen him around you.”
“I know…”
The two went quiet as Yuri finished the last of his food. He looked up at the
clear blue sky where the sun shined, even though it was actually a little
chilly out.
His brother and Otabek would present soon. Yuuri should have presented already,
but he was a late bloomer. He figured Yuuri would present as beta since he was
usually so calm and soft. He didn’t have a drop of aggression or an ounce of
hot headedness in him, and it would be the biggest shock if he presented as
alpha. But if he didn’t present as beta or alpha…
“I’m just hoping for the best. Yuuri deserves it. I’ll be happy with whatever
he decides.”
Otabek wanted to ruffle his hair and provide some comfort, but he stopped
midway because he relized the gesture was likely to just make Yuri angry.
“You’re a strong soldier.”
Yuri turn to look at the other boy, “The best in my class since the start of
this month, actually.” Yuri grinned proudly.
“I believe you’ll be great someday, Yuri. Both your brother and I know you’ll
be sucessful.”
“I don’t plan to let either of you down.”
Otabek smiled softly at the determination in his eyes. “I know.”
The two looked up at the sky enjoyed the clear weather. They stayed like that
in comfortable silence until the school bell rang.
 
...
 
“Hey, Yuuri. Do you smell something?”
“W-what?” Yuuri had been working on some homework a his desk when Phichit asked
him the question.
“I don’t think so?” He tried sniffing the air, it didn’t smell any different
from usual.
Pichit frowned, sniffing the air once more. “I mean, it wasn’t a bad smell… It
was kind of nice, actually, but faint? But it looks like it’s gone now...”
Yuuri rolled his eyes with a small smile and went back to his homework. He
wanted to finish quickly so that he could take a nap. He’d felt a little off
recently, sometimes feeling a little feverish, but the feeling was usually gone
after he took a nap or a long rest. Shrugging it off, he figured it was just a
consequence of staying up late to do schoolwork.
Today he had physical training with his martial arts teacher, so he was a
little more exhausted than usual. In fact, he was having a hard time
concentrating on his essay. His mind felt sleepy and warm.
After an hour or two of fighting to get through the paper, Yuuri finally wrote
the last word. Phichit begged to copy his homework with sparkling, pleading
eyes that reminded Yuuri of Phichit’s hamsters, but instead of offering to help
give him ideas like he usually did, he simply agreed, too tired to make the
effort.
“Phichit, I’m going to bed early tonight. Please put the books back in my bag
when you’re done.”
“Roger that, boss!”
Yuuri waved his hand dismissively and curled under his blanket with the top
thrown over his head.
Phichit glanced at Yuuri, with a frown. His friend looked strangely tired and
pale. He look exhausted for some reason.
“Yuuri, are you okay?” Phichit turned to him, his voice full of concern.
“I’m okay, I’ve just had a long day. I’ll be okay after sleeping for a bit.”
Yuuri started to close his eyes, the warm blanket lulling him to sleep.
“Are you sure? You look exhausted… And I don’t think it’s just stress. I’m a
little worried. You should go see the nurse tomorrow.”
Yuuri snorted. Really, he was fine.
“Don’t worry, I will.” Yuuri closed his eyes, but he could still feel Phichit
staring at him.
“Really, I’m okay. Please just copy the homework and turn off the lights.”
Phichit sighed. Yuuri heard some shuffling and the sound of pencil scratching
briefly. “I’ve gotten the gist of it, so I’m turning off the lights now. I’m
serious Yuuri, I think you should get yourself checked.”
“I hear you, but don’t worry so much. I’m just tired.”
“If you don’t go to the nurse’s office tomorrow, I’ll drag you there myself.”
“I know, but I’m fine. It’s ok.”
Yuuri could practically see Phichit rolling his eyes, “If you say so.”
Yuuri shifted a little in his blanket, feeling warm and a little sweaty.
He was fine. This was normal. There was no need to worry anyone.
With that thought in mind, he drifted off to sleep.
***** That Death Sentence *****
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
     Warning: non-con /rape in next chapter. Don't read if it trigger you
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     Disclaimer: Yuri on Ice belongs to MAPPA.
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     Thank you dear ^^
Chapter 11
“God, I’m tired...”
Phichit looked at Yuuri with a concerned frown on his face. “But you’ve been
sleeping early these days, haven’t you? Are you ok?”
Yuuri nodded, yawning. “I’m just tired, nothing to be worried about.” His eyes
certainly look like one, Pichit could see black bags under his eyes.
He didn’t seem convinced. “Yuuri, you haven’t been eating much lately either…
Are you sure you’re ok?”
Yuuri looked up at the ceiling as they walked down the hall, thinking for a
moment. “I’m okay, really. I guess it’s a little hot in here, but I can just
take a cold shower and it’ll be fine.”
“Are you feverish?” Phichit asked, putting the back of his hand on Yuuri’s
forehead.
“How about we go see the nurse? Just to make sure you’re okay?”
Sighing, Yuuri shook his head. “Phichit, I’m fine. Okay? Don’t worry about me.
Did you get to finish your homework? She noticed when you copied last time, so
I can’t help you if you forgot to do it.”
Phichit looked at him with wide eyes. “Wait, what? What homework?”
Yuuri slapped his forehead.
“Oh fu—!” Phichit turned sharply and sprinted down the hall, but before he got
too far, he looked back and yelled, “Yuuri! We’re seeing the nurse as soon as
class is over! I will drag you there unconscious if I have to!”
Yuuri flinched at the volume of his friend’s voice. Other students were
staring, but before Yuuri could reply, Phichit was sprinting again, leaving him
alone with the heavy stares of the people around him.
As Yuuri walked down the hall and people’s eyes followed him, he bowed to
several of them to apologize for the commotion. Once he reached the end of the
corridor, he started running to his class. Sometimes his friend was just too
much.
When he arrived at the hallway where his class was, Yuuri slowed down to take a
breather. He wondered if maybe he really should go to the nurse. At the very
least, he’d have an excuse to miss second period physical training with the
demon sergeant...
Yeah, no, he was much more afraid of the school nurse, Ms. Baranovskaya. She
was really strict and terrifying enough to have any loiterer running for their
class with a single glare… She was a former top field surgeon who had retired
from the military, and rumor had it that she was actually the ex wife of the
headmaster.
She was a beta and undeniably good at her job, but Yuuri preferred not to
bother her unless he felt REALLY sick. It’s wasn’t that he disliked her, but
the last time he'd visited her was when he got a headache from studying too
much for an exam, made him had gotten a long, scathing scolding from the woman,
along with some painkillers and a ban from studying for the rest of the day
despite the impending test.
As he continued down the hall, he happened to catch a glimpse of Yurio outside
in the garden. Yuuri quickly checked a clock on the wall to find that he still
had five minutes to get to class before rushing for the nearest exit. He
followed his brother's figure quickly.
“Yurio!” Yuuri called as he entered the garden. He waved to the smaller boy,
who was caught off guard and smilling at the sight of his brother before
catching himself. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding it
embarrassedly and tried to answer in a voice that wasn’t overly happy.
“Class is starting soon,” Yurio greeted blandly, but Yuuri kept smiling.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yuuri hugged his little brother,
missing his scent and smooth blond hair.
Yuri was shocked that Yuuri was hugging him with so many other students in the
garden. Usually Yuuri was a lot more reserved and shy. This was new. Maybe he
just really missed him?
“Yuuri…” he started to push his brother away, but then his nose caught a soft
scent. It was unmistakably Yuuri’s, but sweeter and more flowery.
Unconsciously, Yurio leaned into it, but it was gone as fast as it came.
Before he knew it, the scent had disappeared completely, but Yuri couldn’t help
chasing after it. Yuuri chuckled as Yurio’s hair tickled his chin and gently
pulled back, making Yurio groan at the loss.
“Haha, I didn’t realize you liked hugs so much,” Yuuri teased.
Suddenly Yurio snapped back to his senses and started blushing.
“I don’t! You’re just imagining things-“
Suddenly the minute-warning bell rang, and both brothers jumped a little in
surprise.
“I’ll see you later, Yurio! Be good in class!” With that, Yuuri jogged back
into the building. Yuri stared after Yuuri’s retreating figure, eyebrows
creased.
“What WAS that...?”
Was Yuuri ever this casual about showing affection? They hugged all the time
back home, but rarely in front of people. Was that silver haired idiot rubbing
off on his brother?
Yurio growled. “I’m giving that idiot a piece of my mind the next time I see
him.”
He turned to walk towards his class, murmuring to himself until he reached his
seat.
 
...
 
As soon as the bell rang, Yuuri was shoving his things into his bag. Ms.
Baranovskaya usually left early on Wednesday, so if he was fast enough then—
“Yuuri!”
Shoot.
Phichit was already making his way over to Yuuri’s desk when Yuuri flung his
bag over his shoulder. Yuuri quickly weaved through the desks until he was at
the classroom door.
“Sorry Phichit! I have another class! You know how Sergeant Vaschenko hates
lateness!” He turned and ran down the hall, but he couldn’t avoid hearing
Phichit yell,
“We’re going after school tomorrow! Your health is more important, Yuuri!”
Yuuri flinched, hoping Phichit wouldn’t give him too much of a scolding at the
dorm later. He could see deep frown still forming on his friend's usually
cheerful one.
After a minute or two, Yuuri had left the building and entered another. Oddly,
he felt weaker and more exhausted than usual.
The teacher, Sergeant Vaschenko, was relatively a nice man in his late forties,
but he was very strict about punctuality. The alpha used to be Viktor’s self
defense teacher, which made Yuuri wonder how Viktor must have fared in the
class.
Yuuri spent the next two hours doing strength training and practicing some
intermediate level maneuvers. By the time the instructor dismissed them, Yuuri
was ready to flop over. His body felt hot and sweaty, and his muscles hadn't
been this sore in months. Pushing himself to get up, he gathered his things
while the sergeant tend to other students.
When Yuuri walked back to the dorm, the school was almost empty and the dorms
were quiet. Yuuri opened the door to his room and found Phichit munching on
some snacks with a book in his hand. His head snapped up when Yuuri came in,
and he frowned. Putting the book down, sniffed the air.
“Yuuri, I'm definitely taking you to the nurse tomorrow. Something’s wrong with
your scent.”
Yuuri flinched, “Wh-what? My scent?"
Yuuri looked at his body, "What do you mean?” he tried to sniff himself but
couldn't see what Phichit was talking about. Was it that he was sweaty and
hadn't showered yet? He can't smell anything...
The room was silent for a while before Pichit stared at him, “It's not
unpleasant, it’s the opposite. It’s actually….” Phichit got up, closing the
distance between them and sniffed Yuuri’s scent gland.
“Really nice…” he lingered at Yuuri’s neck for a minute, suddenly making Yuuri
feel weirdly exposed.
Then Phichit removed himself, shaking his head. “Now it’s gone. Yuuri, you
really need help. I think you're starting to present.”
Present?
Was it already time? Yuuri hadn’t noticed how fast time had flown. He had been
too focused on studying and training. He had completely forgotten that he would
have to present eventually.
Would he be okay? Would it hurt? He remembered seeing slaves present back when
he was still with the bandits. The other slaves and bandits would crowd around
the poor writhing figure. Often alphas and betas would force themselves on
newly presented omegas or even pounce on other Alphas or betas in rut. There
was brawling and fighting, looks of pain and sickening smells...
Yuuri was NOT looking forward to any of that.
Despite his morbid thoughts, Yuuri laughed awkwardly. “Are you sure? Do you
really think these are symptoms of me presenting?”
Phichit frowned. “Maybe, but maybe not. Let's just visit Ms. Baranovskaya
tomorrow. She was the one who saw that I was presenting, and I heard she's
really good at catching this kind of thing.”
Yuuri nodded reluctantly. If he was really presenting then it would be better
to know sooner rather than later. He desperately hoped Phichit was wrong. He
had an exam next week, and now was just not the time.
Phichit seemed to guess what Yuuri was thinking. “You know, the school’s pretty
good about making accommodations for when people present. The teachers excuse
people from assignments and extend deadlines for students who have to go into
rut all the time too. If you're really presenting, you shouldn't worry about
the school part so much.”
Yuuri sighed in defeat, “You’re right… I'm gonna go take a bath...”
Phichit beamed, “Okay! I’ll take you to the nurse tomorrow then!”
Yuuri nodded reluctantly as he slowly placed his stuff on the bed and headed
into their bathroom.
The cold water felt nice on his heated skin. His mind was now filled with
anxiety about what secondary gender he might be. Yuuri hoped he ended up as an
alpha so that he could might have a better chance at doing well in the military
and paying Viktor back. He would be perceived as better fit to help Viktor with
his job, and as an alpha, it would be easier to regain his freedom. But ruts
lasted about a week… his only regret would be having to take the test later
than everyone else.
Being a beta wouldn't be too bad either. Maybe he wouldn't be able to reach as
high of a position, but as long as he could help Viktor somehow, and supporting
his brother, then he didn't mind. As long as he could eat and regain his
freedom, he'd be fine.
Although his grandmother, father, and sister were alphas, he figured he was
most likely going to be a beta, like his mother. But then again, his
grandfather…
Yuuri shook his head. He couldn't let those kinds of thoughts get to him. He
had to keep working hard and doing well in school. That way he could keep
making Viktor proud with his grades and eventually do something with his
schooling after graduation.
His current life as a student wasn’t always easy and was never stress-free, but
he was happy where he was. He could only hope that his secondary gender
wouldn't interfere with that.
After turning off the shower, Yuuri stepped out and dried himself off with a
towel. His teeth chattered a little, but he felt less feverish and more clean
now. His body was a little sore from self defense class though. Maybe a quick
nap before starting his homework would do him some good.
Before stepping out of the bathroom with a towel on his head, Yuuri slipped
into a light sweater and sweatpants. When he returned to the room, Phichit was
still jotting down words at his desk.
“Do you feel any better?” Phichit’s head looked up from his book.
Yuuri smiled a little. “Much better,” walking over to his bed, stretching his
aching legs before plopping himself face down onto soft pillow.
“I’m gonna nap first and then do the homework.” His eyes were already closing
lightly, and his exhaustion returned.
“Okay. Sleep tight, Yuuri. I’m going back to hell then.” Phichit looked back
down at the book and continued working. Yuuri heard him scribbling until he
fell asleep.
 
...
 
Phichit stood beside him, after having pulled Yuuri into the nurse’s office.
Yuuri was nervous, afraid of what the school nurse would say. Was he really
presenting? Or would this be a normal sickness? Anxiousness was eating his mind
away when the smell of antiseptics and medicine hit his nose.
The room was big and pristine. It had cabinets full of medicine and bandages
that wrapped around the room. The only person there stared Yuuri down and
pinned him to the spot with her eyes.
“Excuse us Ms. Baranovskaya, I’m here with my friend to-“
“Which one of you is sick?” the woman cut them straight to the point, catching
them off guard.
Pichit smiled awkwardly then turned his glance at Yuuri, “Uh, my friend here,
Yuuri.” He stepped aside, allowing Lilia a full glimpse of Yuuri.
The woman nodded, “Sit here.” Lilia gestured to the chair in front of her.
Yuuri didn’t move for a second, but then she lifted an eyebrow, and he managed
to pull himself together to sit.
Ms. Baranovskaya was serious, stern, and businesslike. Her eyes bored into him,
making Yuuri want to curl up in a corner and hide.
Suddenly there was a cool hand on his forehead. She had started diagnosing him,
and Yuuri was unsure of what to do with himself, so he sat back and let her do
her job.
After some prodding and measuring his temperature, she sat back down in her
chair and scribbled something on her paper.
Yuuri watched curiously, hoping to catch a glimpse of what she was writing.
Suddenly the pen clacked as it was placed on the desk, signaling that she’d
finished. He flinched at the glared he received when his eyes looked up at her.
“You should have come to me as soon as the symptoms started. How long have you
been feeling sluggish and feverish?”
Yuuri scratched his cheek nervously, “Um… a week or so?”
Ms. Baranovskaya’s brow furrowed for a moment as she scribbled something on the
paper. When she was done, she ripped the paper out and then glared at Yuuri
solemnly.
“You shouldn’t take these things so lightly, young man. It’s lucky you came to
me now, any later and it would have been too late.”
Yuuri paled a bit. Was his condition really that serious? What was wrong with
him? His heart began to beat loudly in his ribcage.
“Pack your bags, you’ll be leaving the school tonight.” Yuuri’s eyes widened,
and he stood from his chair suddenly.
“Wh-what’s wrong with me, ma’am?” His voice quivered a bit in trepidation.
“You’re presenting, most likely three to five days from now. You should have
taken a week off, but you kept putting stress on your body. I’ve written a few
prescriptions here, and I’ll write you a permit to leave campus tonight.”
A part of Yuuri was relieved that he didn’t have a life threatening disease,
but then all of his concerns about his secondary gender came to the forefront
of his mind. Should he ask if she could tell how he would present? But then
again, depending on the answer, it might be better to put off finding out...
“Yuuri, I can help you pack your stuff,” Phichit said suddenly.
“I can call a carriage or a car to send you home. My family won’t mind.”
“P-please don’t worry about me! I wouldn’t want to bother—”
“Nonsense Yuuri! We’re friends, remember? Let’s get back to the dorm and get
you packed. It’s dangerous to risk presenting around a bunch of people!”
Phichit grabbed the prescription and permission slip with one hand and took
Yuuri’s hand in the other. They bowed to Lilia to say “thank you” before
Phichit tugged Yuuri out of the room.
The lady waved her hand dismissedly, back to write something on her paper.
“Phichit… Th-thank you for looking out for me and bringing me here…” Yuuri
smiled sheepishly at the beta. If Pichit wasn't here to insist him checking his
health, Yuuri doesn't want to know what will happen to him three days from
now...
Phichit grinned back at him, “No worries! I’m just glad I could help! Don’t
ever hesitate to ask if you need something, ok?” Yuuri chuckled lightly at his
friend. Phichit was a lot to handle sometimes, but Yuuri was glad to have him
around.
“And if you ever get bored with your boyfriend, you can always stay at my
place!” Phichit said cheerfully. Yuuri groaned at that, kind of tired telling
him that it's not what happened between Viktor and him.
“What do you think you’ll need to pack?” he asked without turning to look at
him.
“Ah, I don’t have much stuff to begin with… And I think I’m leaving most of it
here so that I don’t have much to unpack when I get back.” Yuuri stared down to
the floor shyly. Most of his clothes were at the Nikiforov mansion anyway.
“Wow, alright then. I’ll call my butler and have him send the car up. It’ll be
faster than a carriage.”
Yuuri waved his hand awkwardly, “You know Phichit, the Nikiforov mansion isn’t
that far. I’m fine with using a school carriage.”
“Nuh-uh. Last time I used it, there was a line, and the driver was a grumpy
rude guy. I don’t want to risk anything happening to you if we can avoid it.”
Pichit turned to gave him solemn look. "Your condition is quite fragile
actually. Anything can triggered you into going at it earlier. Either some
alpha or omega's smell, harsh environment or stress. Beta is more stable since
it isn't easy for them to be influenced by other secondary gender's smell."
Yuuri blushed, feeling grateful for his friend’s care and attention. He had to
pay Phichit back somehow. He has been so nice to Yuuri, helping him around most
of the time.
They quickly returned to their room, and after calling home, Phichit helped
Yuuri pack a few essentials into his bag.
“I’ll miss you, you know.” Phichit hugged him as they walked out of the room
and down the hall. Yuuri returned the hug and smiled at his roommate and best
friend. They had only known each other for five months, but Phichit was already
like a brother to him.
“Me too. But I’ll be back before you know it, so don’t worry!” Yuuri patted his
friend’s back lightly. It was then that he was hit with a realization.
“Phichit! I need to tell to my brother that I’m leaving! He’ll throw a tantrum
for sure I leave without saying anything...”
Phichit chuckled, “Your brother, huh? Okay, I’ll wait outside the door!”
Yuuri smiled at him as they looked for Yurio’s dorm. Luckily they had been near
the right building, and Yurio only lived on the second floor. Eventually Yuuri
found his brother’s room number and knocked.
“What do you want? I’m in the middle of study—" The boy's eyes widened in
surprise.
"Yuuri! Why are you here?” Yuuri visited occasionally, but lately they had both
been too busy to see each other in their dorms so it was quite shocking to see
him here.
Yuuri kneeled down to hug his brother, “I’m leaving school for a little while.”
“What?? Are you sick or something?” despite his tone, the younger one returned
his hug.
“No, no! I’m presenting!” Yuuri fumbled to pull out the permission slip that
Ms. Baranovskaya had written him and held it out to his brother.
The boy read it for a while with scowl on his face. “So you’ll be back at the
mansion. With the old man.”
“Yurio, please don’t talk about Viktor like that…” Yuuri sighed. Yurio used to
idolize Viktor, but now he seemed to have a grudge or something against their
master.
Yurio humphed and pushed the paper back into Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri smiled
reassuringly.
“I’ll be back in no time, so keep studying hard, ok?”
Yurio looked back at him with a scoff. “Ha, like I would stop!”
Yuuri smiled, leaned down to hug his brother again.
“I’m so proud of you.”
There was a beat of silence before Yurio returned the hug. “Just be sure to
look after yourself, ok? I won’t be there to protect you...”
Yuuri smiled at the concern on Yurio’s face.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. At any rate, I’ll be safer at the mansion than
here. But I have to go soon because Phichit’s giving me a ride, and he’s
waiting.”
Yurio gave one last squeeze before reluctantly letting Yuuri go. “Good luck.
And come back soon, Yuuri.” The boy looked worried but he concealed it
perfectly with a never ending scowl on his face.
Yuuri grinned. “I will, don’t worry.”
“I guess I have to go back to my homework now…” Yuri looked away. “Be safe.”
Yuuri smiled gently at his brother.
“Same to you. See you later!”
After Yuuri let Yurio’s door close behind him, Phichit was there to distract
him from any anxiety inducing thoughts with his conversation.
Yuuri wished he could stay by his brother’s side more. Surprisingly, staying
beside his brother had calmed his raging anxiousness down. He didn’t realize
that his brother was thinking the same thing.
After Yuri watched Yuuri leave, he returned to his essay with renewed
determination. He was going to finish this for tomorrow.
He was going to make Yuuri proud of him.
 
...
 
The drive to the Nikiforov mansion was quiet and peaceful. Well, not really,
because Phichit had tagged along, and things were rarely ever “quiet” when he
was involved. Celestino, the butler and driver, was a kind man with a
boisterous laugh.
On the road to the mansion, Phichit teased relentlessly about how Viktor would
react when he found out that Yuuri was home and ready to present. Yuuri just
shook his head and swatted Phichit’s comments away. Talking playfully with
Phichit was enough to take his mind off of his uncertainties and fears.
At the front door of the mansion, they were greeted by Minako and Minami, who
opened the door after having been informed of Yuuri’s arrival by the guards on
the gate. It was sudden, but they greeted him with welcoming smiles.
Phichit hugged him one last time and politely refused Minako’s offer for tea
before they parted ways. Yuuri laughed when Phichit, who was generally pretty
lazy about homework, used studying as an excuse to decline.
After Celestino and Phichit drove off, Yuuri watched their car and waved until
it had disappeared onto the corner of the road. When the car was gone from his
sight, he shifted his bag on his shoulder a little and walked with Minako and
Minami as he told them the news.
Minako carefully read Ms. Baranovskaya’s prescriptions, not a moment later
shutting her eyes then sighed. She couldn’t believe he had put off telling the
doctor about his symptoms either, but she would prepare the room with scent
suppressants and find the items that the school nurse had recommended for him.
The slave's room doesn't have one to contain ruts or heat, unlike their
master's bedroom which had it installed automatically within the house. Yuuri
expressed his gratitude to Minako, but the woman simply brushed it off and
stated that she was just happy to see him again.
Once in his room, Yuuri unpacked the few things he had brought with him. Minami
had followed him to his room and told him that Viktor and the general weren’t
at the mansion at the moment, but would probably be back within the next few
days. Yuuri nodded, slightly disappointed that Viktor wasn’t there.
He had to shake the thought away and remind myself that he had other things to
focus on right now.
When Minami was gone and his stuff was put away, Yuuri threw himself on the bed
with a sigh.
It was surprising. Yuuri hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this bed in the
five months he’d been gone. Surrounded by his soft pillow and warm blanket, his
mind filled with thoughts and worry.
He sighed heavily, dimissing any depressing thoughts. Yuuri hoped everything
will turn out to be alright.
 
...
 
Although he knew he probably shouldn’t do work around the mansion so close to
presenting, Yuuri had energy to burn, so he helped Minami clean the garden and
helped the twins with cooking. After all he still have two until four days
before he present so moving around the place helped him calm his mind down.
Yuuri enjoyed the familiar atmosphere of the house he had grown to love. To
make things even better, the Nikiforovs had adopted a dog sometime after Yuuri
had left for school, and Yuuri adored playing with Makkachin whenever he could.
Viktor mentioned her in some of the letter, finally he could see the adorable
poodle himself.
Minako said that they had gotten her to keep Viktor calm whenever he wanted to
cuddle while Yuuri wasn’t there. He laughed a bit at the reason why Viktor
adopted the poodle. Makkachin had taken to following Yuuri around. She would
wait for him when he did housework, and he shared his lunch with her because he
couldn’t resist those sparkling puppy dog eyes.
Viktor wasn’t back yet, but Yuuri heard that his group would be returning
tonight, maybe late because the dealing went a little rough.
Yuuri wasn’t sure why, but he missed Viktor’s scent, occasionally caught bits
of it throughout the mansion, but they were faint, and for some reason he felt
anxious for not being able to bask in the scent more.
The weird part started when Yuuri found a shirt that smelled like Viktor on
Makkachin’s dog bed. The smell made him frozen in place. It looked clean, so he
wanted to bring over it to Viktor’s room to put it away properly. Strangely,
his body feel feverish.
But as soon as he stepped in front of the door, his mind became hazy. He hadn’t
actually ever been to Viktor’s room, but his nose led his feet to a grand
looking door, and he knew that he needed to be inside, needed to be surrounded
by Viktor’s scent.
As he reached for the door, his hand trembled against the door knob. Yuuri
opened it quietly and carefully closed it behind him.
The room was big and neat. Makkachin was padding along at his feet before she
suddenly jumped onto the bed and looked at Yuuri expectantly.
Viktor. Alpha. Need.
Yuuri’s nostrils were assaulted by the familiar smell that he didn’t realize he
would miss so much. His pupils were blown wide and his body was shaken by a
sudden tremor as he breathed in and crawled onto the bed. It is painful. He
needed to build a safe place here, where the scent was the thickest.
Hurry, hurry, he didn’t know why he had to hurry, but his body was burning. It
was hot, too hot. Yuuri gathered the pillows on bed and breathed them in to
calm himself down. To ease his pain. He clutched Viktor’s shirt that he had
found on Makkachin’s bed, but it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t enough.
There was a rush of pain in his lower parts, and he felt sluggish and
exhausted, but he wasn’t done gathering the scent. He piled the blankets, the
pillows, the sheets, everything that smelled like Viktor around him. By doing
so, he felt safer and more relaxed, but his heart was still pounding heavily in
his chest. Yuuri moaned in pain.
It hurt. It burned. Everything was painful.
His body twisted on bed, crumpling the sheets.
What was happening to him? Was he sick? Where was Viktor?
He needed to see him.
Even the pillows and blankets surrounding him still weren’t enough, he needed
more. With some effort, Yuuri pushed himself off the bed and took a few weak
steps towards the closet. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself
rummaging through the shelves and hangers then grasped at anything with
Viktor’s scent. Within seconds he had destroyed the neat shelves and scattered
the carefully pressed clothes.
Viktor’s scent was spicy, heavy, intoxicating. He could drown in it forever. A
rational part of his brain couldn’t believe how he was thinking, but his hands
wouldn’t stop piling more and more clothes on his arm. He couldn’t stop
scattering them on the bed with the rest of the things with Viktor’s scent.
Where WAS Viktor? Yuuri needed him, not just the things that smelled like him.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more…
Suddenly, a wave of heat washed over his body. Yuuri trembled and fell onto the
bed, muffling a scream with the pile of clothes.
His stomach was burning and twisting itself into knots. He had tears forming in
the corner of his eyes that slowly trickled down his cheeks. His body felt
grimy and sweaty and he desperately needed something to fill him up.
Something, anything, he didn’t care what. A rush of pain shot through again,
and he felt Makkachin at his side, licking his cheek to wipe his tears away,
but it didn’t help. The dog whined against him, unsure of what to do.
Yuuri was tired. He wanted to sleep. His hand reached out to grab a pillow, and
he pressed his face into it. What was happening to him? Was he going to die?
He shut his eyes tightly and muffled his whine of pain. Makkachin was
scratching the door now, trying to get out, but Yuuri is too weak to get up.
“I’m sorry, Makkachin...” Yuuri was falling into unconsciousness with a burning
body and clouded mind. The scent wasn’t enough, and there was a strange wetness
building up between his legs. He hoped to felt better when he woke up.
 
...
 
He doesn’t know how long he had been passed out, but something stirred him
awake. There was the sound of a door closing, then footsteps, and then a low
growl.
“Yuuri?”
He looked up and was met with clouded blue eyes. Even from where he was laying,
Yuuri could swear he could feel the hunger in them, stared him down like they
had found their prey. Pupils dilated, eyes blown wide. He was a little scared
by the way those eyes looked at him. Beneath those eyes, a chilling smile
formed.
“My Omega.”
Somehow the words sound like a death sentence in his ears.
***** Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     The heat is happening
Chapter Notes
     Okay, I don't know what to call this chapter, warning: it contains
     dub-con, non-con, smut, and basically....sin :'''')
     DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR TRIGGERED BY IT OKAY??? I'm tired
     dealing with unhappy comment. This is Omega Verse universe where non-
     con elements are everywhere. Just close the tab, there are plenty
     story better than this /sigh
     Thanks A LOT to my greatest beta @ninjassasin8 for editing this
     story!!!
     Okay I'm out of here, I hope you enjoy it ;;;
Chapter 12
Viktor pushed back his bangs absentmindedly, playing with the ends. Sometimes
he missed the weight of his long strands and the comforting way they fell on
his back, but he preferred this style. It was lighter, easier to clean, and
simply more practical.
He continued to play with it as they approached their destination, the city
hall.
Viktor had been going there to gather information on the rebel group that was
rumored to be based nearby, but quite honestly, he was growing sick of seeing
the place.
Sure the merchant records and the townspeople complaints had been enormously
helpful, but Viktor would have loved nothing more than a change of scenery.
Even the luxury of the hotel they were staying in wasn't enough to keep him
distracted. Viktor sighed heavily as he entered the building.
It was frustrating that things weren't moving along faster. Viktor was fairly
sure he had the location of the rebel base and could narrow down the list of
potential rebel leaders, but some officials were still sceptical.
Even though he had proven himself an effective strategist time and time again,
he could tell that he would need to have at least a few more clear successes as
an official military leader before some of the more traditional higher ups
decided to trust him.
For now he would just have to put up with the stalling. At the very least, he
would be able to return to his mansion tonight.
Viktor spent the next few hours shifting through records and scavenging for the
documents that the officials wanted to review before approving an ambush with
royal soldiers outside of the Black Rose. When the sun was close to setting, a
city hall employee came to tell him that the carriage was here to pick him up.
On his way out, the employee also told Viktor that his father would be staying
for another two weeks or so to discuss Viktor’s strategy proposal with some
other generals.
Then at the carriage, he was surprised that Chris greeted him as Viktor climbed
into the seat across from his friend, but Chris was sleeping blissfully after
about twenty minutes of idle chatter and darkening scenery.
Viktor sighed, feeling tired and bored. He wished he could have brought
Makkachin with him. At least the poodle could provide some emotional support.
It was almost midnight when they arrived at the Giacometti estate. Viktor shook
his friend awake and they waved goodbye amicably. Finally the horses began
making the journey to Viktor's own home.
As he stared out the window at the clouded moon, Viktor found himself wishing
for the millionth time that Yuuri was at home, waiting for him. At least then
he could have something to look forward to when he came home. But then again
Makkachin would be there, and the adorable poodle helped quell his longing for
Yuuri by at least a little bit. The warm, loving ball of fur and enthusiasm
helped him through his tedious cycle of work and exhaustion.
Viktor had been trying to go see Yuuri at school, but the rebels were getting
more active around the southern border, preventing him from going to his love.
He sighed, missing Yuuri and Makkachin. Running his hand through Makkachin's
soft fur usually lifted his mood. He loved cuddling with her and feeling the
earth of another living being. He still remembered when he got her... She was
so small then, but she had grown a lot over a short period of time. It had been
too long since he'd hugged her.
By the time he reached home, Minako was standing by the front door. He gave an
apologetic smile for being home so late, but she simply crossed her arms.
Viktor frowned, but couldn't help a short yawn. It was late after all.
“Yuuri's here. The school sent him home.”
Viktor's ears perked at the new information. “What? I haven't heard about
this." Suddenly his eyes turned dark and serious.
“What happened? Did someone hurt him?” He wouldn't forgive anyone who hurt his
precious Yuuri.
Minako reflexively shivered a little at Viktor's change in tone. “No… he'll be
okay. But he had to take leave from school because he was showing signs of
presenting."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Viktor was staring at her with wide
eyes. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. How could he forget that his
Yuuri would be due to present soon? Viktor beamed, forgetting how tired he was.
“Where is he? Ah, probably sleeping... I’ll just check on him real quick and
leave then!” Just hearing that Yuuri was in the same house as him again
improved his mood tenfold, and hearing that his love would present soon was
even better!
Minako moved to stop him, but Viktor was already pushing past her and making a
beeline to Yuuri's room. Minako sighed and began heading back to her room.
today had been a busy day, and she was tired.
But as she made her way down the hall, a nagging feeling in the back of her
mind bothered her. She shook her head, stifling a yawn. It was probably
nothing, she figured as she opened her bedroom door.
Meanwhile, Viktor had reached Yuuri’s room, contemplating whether or not to
knock and risk waking Yuuri up. He finally decided to open the door a little.
It was unlocked.
He grimaced and told himself to remind Yuuri to lock his door at night. The
mansion was secure, but there was no telling what could happen.
He peeked through the cracked door and found the room dark, but the bed was
empty. Yuuri wasn't there.
But where was he? Viktor closed the door and turned with the intention of
looking for Yuuri, but then he paused. It was late. Yuuri probably went to walk
the halls to use the bathroom. Viktor sighed, but he doesn’t want to disturb
Yuuri. So he walked slowly to his room.
Strangely Makkachin wasn't anywhere to be found. Usually she was at Minako's
heel when he got home to greet him, even on days when he came home this late.
He wondered where she went.
With that thought in mind, Viktor began walking in the direction of his room.
Work and expectations just kept piling up… He sighed heavily. How unlucky was
he to need both Yuuri and Makkachin so much, but not be able to find either of
them.
Had Yuuri met Makkachin yet? Did he like her? He remembered how Yuuri seemed to
love the animals they passed at the marketplace. He would smile widely and
quietly pet all the puppies and bunnies for sale with a look of longing. He
always thought no one was looking, but Viktor noticed.
Viktor smiled at the memory. That look on Yuuri's face always did funny things
to his heart. He couldn't wait to see Yuuri tomorrow.
A yawn escaped him, and his eyes teared up a little. It had been a full five
months since he last saw Yuuri. Feeling a little guilty about not visiting like
he'd promised, but the work load was suddenly heavier than before, and since
his father was growing older, more and more work was being passed on to him.
He sighed. It wouldn't be long before Yuuri graduated and started helping him
with work. The reports from the school showed that Yuuri was doing great in
school. He wondered what his second gender will be... He knew what he hoped it
would be though. He didn't want Yuuri to be anywhere beyond his reach.
Especially after he made the mistake of leaving Yuuri behind in Yutopia never
coming back for him. He regretted and refused to let Yuuri go ever again.
When Viktor reached his door at the end of the hall, he sighed in relief at the
promise of soft pillows and warm blankets. His mind was ready to rest, and his
eyes were ready to close.
Strangely, there seemed to be a scratching noise coming from behind his door.
What?
He furrowed his brow and turned the door knob. Suddenly something big, warm,
and furry pounced on him. Once his vision refocused, Makkachin was licking him
enthusiastically, and then she was gone. Viktor shook his head, smiling fondly.
So she had been in his room. That explained that, but how did she get in? Who
opened the door for her?
Maybe he'd ask Minako tomorrow. Viktor got up to enter his room, but as soon as
he pushed open his door, an amazing smell hit him.
It was a sweet, flowery scent the he knew all too well, but hadn't been able to
smell in far too long. It was also much more intense and much more alluring.
His pupils dilated, and his body tensed.
Heat. Excitement.
He was overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla and magnolia. Viktor wanted to bathe
in the scent and drown in it. His lower regions certainly agreed.
As he stepped into the room, the moonlight revealed that his closet had been
completely ransacked. Did Makkachin do that? But she'd never done anything of
the sort when she slept with him.
Then his eyes fell onto his large bed where an even bigger mess covered the
mattress. Clothes, shirts, pillows, and blankets were strewn all over the
place, but on the side of the pile, there was a distinctly human figure.
Breathing.
But this smell... Could it be? Was he dreaming? Viktor rubbed his eyes just to
make sure he wasn’t delusional.
Yuuri. A strong, omega scent, was coming from Yuuri. His Yuuri was an omega.
Suddenly his chest was swelled with excitement, awe, and desire.
It was like a dream come true. Now his Yuuri couldn't go anywhere. Yuuri was
his, now and forever. He was Viktor's to mark, to own, to breed. When those
pretty cinnamon hue flickered open, Viktor felt like his breath had been stolen
from his lungs.
 
Mine. Mark. Scent. Breed.
 
Yuuri blinked in confusion as he registered Viktor's presence. His eyes widened
when he realized that it was Viktor standing before him. Viktor looked up and
down his omega’s body approvingly. Such a lovely figure, so soft and plump in
all the right places. He couldn't wait to bury his hands in them and revel in
the plush heaven of those hips and thighs. He couldn't help but let a wide
smile spread across his face.
What a beautiful thing to come home to. His Yuuri was all wet and nesting in
his bed. He was practically inviting Viktor to join him.
“My Omega.”
Those cinnamon hued eyes widened. Viktor grinned.
 
 
..
 
 
“Vi-viktor…” Yuuri tried to sit up on the bed, every movement felt like it took
all his energy. It was so hot, and he was sure he was drenched in sweat. Viktor
was looking at him like a predator looked at an injured deer.
Yuuri cringed at the foreign feeling of wetness between his thighs. Was this…
was he in heat? Was that what this was? His instincts screamed for this alpha
and demanded that he bend himself over and bare his neck to be marked. But his
mind knew that that wasn't really what he wanted. As his mind fought with his
body's desire, he heard clothes rustling over where Viktor was standing.
“Yuuri, my lovely omega.” Viktor stepped closer, looming over Yuuri's smaller
frame. “Yuuri. Yuuri.” Viktor's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his marble-like
body. Yuuri felt a rush of slick gush out of his hole at the sight of it.
Viktor threw the piece of clothing off to the side, not even caring where it
landed. Yuuri almost whimpered, wanting desperately to go and retrieve the
clothes that smelled so strongly of Viktor.
Yuuri almost burst into tears. He really was an omega, wasn't he? What he
feared the most had happened. His body had betrayed him. Nature was cruel, and
he couldn't do anything about his position, now or ever. He could feel
instincts begging him to give himself to the strong, dominating alpha figure in
front of him, but his rational side refused to bow to his nature. Yuuri stayed
still as slick continued gushing out. Viktor’s breath hitched.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Viktor abandoned his efforts to undo his
pants and plopped into the bed to bury his nose in Yuuri’s scent gland. Yuuri
was frozen in place as the heat subsided a little and he unconsciously leaned
into Viktor's touch. As the fragrance grew in intensity, Viktor lost more and
more of his rationality.
“So beautiful. Smell so good...” Viktor breathed in deeply. Yuuri whimpered,
and then there was something warm and wet running over his scent gland. Viktor
licked and sucked at the spot until it was red and raw. Yuuri shuddered in
fear.
“D-don’t-“ he barely managed to squeak out the one word, but it seemed to work.
Viktor had stopped his ministrations.
“But Yuuri, you’re in my bed. Nesting.”
Yuuri was blushed deeply at the bluntly stated fact and its implication. He
didn't even know how to respond, but Viktor was quick to fill in the pause.
“Here, let me help you relax. It hurts, doesn't it?” Viktor pushed Yuuri to lay
flat on the bed with the palm of his hand. Soon Yuuri was pinned there, and his
eyes widened in surprise.
“Vi-Viktor!”
Hearing his name spoken by those soft pink lips drove Viktor crazy. He hovered
over Yuuri, and pressed his own lips to his omega's. Simply massaging their
lips together was heavenly, but as soon as Viktor felt a slight give in his
omega's lips, he pushed forward. Groaning in satisfaction, Viktor explored
every inch of the hot wet cavern and swallowed any moans that tried to spill
from his omega's lips.
At certain points, Yuuri found himself choking on their mixed saliva,
desperately looking for a moment to breathe. He was helpless against Viktor,
too overwhelmed to say anything and too weak to do anything even as he pushed
against Viktor's bare chest.
Suddenly Viktor left his mouth to explore the other parts of Yuuri, running
hands agonizingly slowly down the omega's body. His fingers lingered lightly
over Yuuri's heart and hips and thighs. This was exactly what his body needed,
and the pain began to subside in the places Viktor touched. Pleasure clouded
his mind, and suddenly he didn't care that this was wrong. He just wanted more
of whatever this alpha was willing to give him. He didn't know when his shirt
disappeared, but he definitely noticed when Viktor started kissing his chest
and playing with the hardened nubs there.
“A-ah! Nn, V-Viktor!” Yuuri's body was losing what little power it had to
resist laying spread out and pliant under the man pinning him down. More and
more, Viktor's attention was making him feel happy and loved, but it wasn't
enough. He needed more...
Viktor lapped at a nipple that he had been rolling between his fingers and was
rewarded with a delicious moan from his omega. Yuuri's body writhed beautifully
among the white sheets and mounds of clothes, and the sight made the alpha
growl possessively.
“Yuuri.” Both of Viktor's hands made their way around his back, with one
snaking around Yuuri's waist and the other supporting his back. In one swift
motion, he pulled Yuuri to sit in his lap facing him. Leaning in, he lapped
uncontrollably at Yuuri’s scent gland, releasing more of that lovely scent into
the air. His teeth ached to bite, but when his fingers came down to feel
Yuuri's pants, suddenly he couldn't focus on anything else.
These pants were an obstruction. They were already completely soaked, and
Viktor could smell the slick on them. Viktor's cock throbbed and ached within
the confines of his own uniform pants.
“Say that you want me,” Viktor whispered against Yuuri’s jaw. He felt the
softness of Yuuri's cheek and kissed his nose.
Those beautiful brown orbs were clouded with desire, and they looked at Viktor
as if they were silently begging Viktor to claim, mark, mate with him. His
omega wanted to make him happy, and for a minute Viktor knew without a doubt
that Yuuri wanted him, even if he was saying nothing.
Suddenly, those brown eyes blinked and looked around the room. It was like his
omega had been splashed with cold water, and then Yuuri was weakly trying to
push him away. In response, Viktor moved quickly and pinned Yuuri back down on
the mattress.
“Yuuri, say that you want me.” His voice turned stern and serious, and Yuuri
whimpered under him.
“N-no, I don’t want this!” the omega whined quietly, but the words seemed to
physically pain him.
Viktor almost bit those plump lips for saying such a thing. “Yuuri, you want
this. You came here, to my room for your heat. How can you say you don't want
this?”
The omega sobbed a bit, remembering how Viktor’s scent triggered an heat in
him. He hated his body and hated his situation.
“I’m not an omega!” Yuuri screamed, shaking his head and moving away from
Viktor as if he could also somehow run from his heat.
Viktor growled at the response, then suddenly the omega’s pants are gone. Yuuri
didn't even get a chance to see where Viktor threw them before the alpha was
ripping his underwear off too. The smell of slick somehow grew even stronger.
Yuuri yelped when a finger began circling his entrance. Viktor traced the
soaked pucker and smothered the hole with the slick that came out of it. Then
suddenly, without warning, he pushed a finger inside. Yuuri yelped as Viktor
buried his finger knuckle deep before sliding in and out at a quick pace.
Viktor's movements forced his thighs further apart and made Yuuri take his
finger deeper inside himself. Strangely, watching his finger disappear into
Yuuri's tight but slick body satisfied a part of Viktor on a primal level.
“Yes, you are. You're MY omega. And you want this. You’re mine.” Viktor kept
pushing in deeper, making Yuuri cry out with each thrust.
“Ah, Vi- Hn!” Yuuri shut his eyes, desperately grasping for something to hold
on to as Viktor fucked him hard on his finger. Yuuri moaned in pain at a rush
of heat, but his body felt excited and electrically charged. He needed more
contact, more friction, just more.
Then Viktor added a second finger, scissoring Yuuri's wet hole open and
dragging the pads of his fingers over wet inner walls. Every movement sent a
shudder of pleasure through Yuuri's body, and his back arched beautifully to
present his body to his alpha, and Viktor growled loudly, pleased.
“You want this Yuuri, and I'm going to give it to you.” He added third finger,
making Yuuri moan in pleasure and writhe sinfully under him. Yuuri's body was
opening up beautifully for Viktor to explore, practically sucking his fingers
deeper inside himself. No one else had ever touched his Yuuri like this. No one
else had ever probed this deep into his body or touched him so intimately.
Viktor intended to keep it that way. He was Yuuri's first, and he fully
intended to be Yuuri's last too.
He pushed his fingers in and out with speed and purpose, searching for the spot
that would have his omega screaming. He knew he'd found it when his omega cried
out after a particularly hard thrust, and Viktor had to squeeze the base of his
shaft to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
“Yuuri, look how pretty you are. Wrecking me like this.” He panted on Yuuri's
shoulder and kissed it several times before looking him in the eye.
Yuuri sobbed in pleasure, writhing on the Viktor's fingers with lust glazed
eyes. He had lost himself in his instincts, and his lips quivered to speak.
“Vi-Viktor... Alpha...”
Viktor could have exploded with happiness upon hearing his Yuuri call him
"alpha." He pulled out his fingers quickly, making Yuuri whine in protest.
“Yuuri, Say that you want me.” He whispered with a rough voice in his omega’s
ear. Yuuri simply sobbed at the sudden emptiness, and he opened his arms like
he was waiting for Viktor to embrace him.
“Viktor, want, Viktor! Alpha!” Yuuri's words came out choppy and barely
coherent. When Viktor leaned down, he pulled Viktor’s neck to his chest, afraid
that Viktor might vanish.
“Mine,” Yuuri whispered into his ear, lips smirking unintentionaly. He purred
at the feeling of being able to hold his alpha close, and Viktor lost any
semblance of rational thought at that moment.
Without hesitating, Viktor pushed himself up and bit down hard on Yuuri’s scent
gland, making the omega scream in shock. Marking him as Viktor’s forever. The
scream turned to loud gasp though when the omega felt something big and blunt
prodding at entrance before pushing in. The intrusion promoted another rush of
slick.
Yuuri couldn't breathe as Viktor's long, thick cock sank into him inch by inch.
Yuuri slick made it easy for Viktor's member to slide into his warm, velvety
walls. Once he was fully sheathed, Viktor paused to let Yuuri adjust before
slowly moving back and forth steadily.
Viktor was sure he could cum from the feeling of Yuuri around him alone. He
loved how Yuuri's walls squeezed and clenched around him, as if they were
afraid to let him go. He groaned blissfully as Yuuri spread his legs wider and
Viktor sank in deeper into his omega's heavenly body. Unable to help himself,
Viktor's thrusts became harder and harder until he grazed and grazed the spot
that had Yuuri seeing white and screaming.
Being filled with Viktor's cock made him feel complete and satisfied. His body
submitted itself completely to Viktor as it obediently sucked in the alpha's
cock until it touched the deepest parts of his body. Viktor didn’t stop
slamming his hips down into the omega under him, fully enjoying the sounds of
Yuuri's moans mixed with the wet slap of skin that resounded with each thrust.
It wasn't long before Yuuri couldn't hold himself back any more. With a
particularly hard thrust that hit Yuuri's sweet spot directly, Yuuri's orgasm
came crashing down over him. He clenched impossibly tighter around Viktor's
member, and Viktor fucked him rigorously through it. The feeling pushed Viktor
over the edge, and soon he was pumping Yuuri full of semen.
Viktor held Yuuri flush with his chest as he spilled his seed deep inside his
omega, marking him where no one else could ever touch. His knot began forming
at the base of his cock, preventing any of his seed from spilling out and
binding his omega to him.
He hoped that Yuuri would bear his children someday. How pretty would their
babies be? He hoped they all looked like Yuuri. Soft, pretty, angelic. His
brain was filled with fantasies of their future together. Yuuri would make the
best mate... Viktor panted against Yuuri’s chest, kissing the soft skin and
leaving marks over his ribs. The omega whimpered at the feeling of having his
entrance stretched even wider.
“So pretty... My omega... My Yuuri.” Viktor continued licking up his body, and
his cock twitched inside the omega, making him squirm at his oversensitivity.
Viktor moved to kiss his neck, lapping at the raw wound on his omega’s scent
gland to try and soothe the pain that he knew his Yuuri was feeling.
“Such a naughty omega... Presenting on my bed, nesting with my clothes... You
want to be surrounded by me that much, hm?”
Viktor kissed his forehead softly, tasting the sweat that had accumulated
there. Yuuri was his now. He had marked him permanently, and now their scents
would be forever intertwined.
Yuuri whimpered again, but this time it was a plea for comfort. Seeking
Viktor's warmth, Yuuri curled up on Viktor's chest and tangled up their legs.
He purred when Viktor patted his hair soothingly, and soon Yuuri was sleeping
contentedly on him.
Viktor relaxed into the moment, perfectly satisfied with his life for the first
time in a long time. Yuuri was completely his now. He couldn't go anywhere. The
simple thought that Yuuri couldn't leave him put Viktor at ease. Sighing, he
wrapped his arms around Yuuri's frame and dozed off to the sound of his love's
heartbeat.
 
…
 
Yuuri's heat lasted for five days. By the time Viktor’s first knot had
deflated, Yuuri was already in his lap and grinding his hips to fill himself up
with Viktor again. Of course this resulted in the alpha waking up, but he was
more than happy to provide his omega with whatever he needed.
Viktor quickly learned that Yuuri wasn’t easy to satisfy. His stamina was
incredible, and he could often go multiple rounds without stopping.
When Yuuri's heat subsided, Viktor brought the omega to the tub in his bathroom
and cleaned him up carefully. The omega was still in something of in daze and
not completely conscious. There were times when Yuuri seemed to return to his
normal state of mind, but those moments were usually quickly overtaken by the
return of Yuuri's blank haze. Yuuri seemed to be at war with his hormones, but
his hormones tended to win.
Now that Yuuri was done with his heat, the scent was fading, but Viktor's room
was still a mess. Viktor had to call servants into clean up on the sixth day
while he bathed Yuuri. They had been bringing in food and water over the past
five days, and Viktor had been hand feeding Yuuri as he'd refused to eat. To
get out of eating food, he would cling to Viktor and bury his face in Viktor's
chest, and it took everything Viktor had to not simply give in to whatever
Yuuri wanted.
After Yuuri was dry and wearing a fresh set of (Viktor's) clothes, Viktor
tucked him back into a clean, warm bed.
With Yuuri so angelic and vulnerable like this, Viktor had to force himself to
step out to notify the school of Yuuri's secondary gender. He let them know
that he was choosing to keep Yuuri with him, but Yuuri's brother would continue
to take classes for the time being.
As for Makkachin, she pounced on him excitedly after not having been able to
see him for five days. The dog sniffed at his feet, and Viktor wondered if he
smelled different after spending Yuuri's heat with him.
When Viktor found the phone near living room, he called the school and informed
them about Yuuri’s second gender. He let them know that Yuuri would be staying
with him at the mansion from then on, and they expressed their regrets about
losing such a talents student. Viktor could understand their feelings
completely, but nothing would stop him from keeping Yuuri at his side.
The servants looked at him with unreadable expressions when he walked past
them. He always looked back at them with the most blinding smile, and they
would look away and keep moving. At least the Nikiforovs wouldn't be fussing
over an heir since Viktor looked like he had found his mate.
Viktor practically ran back to his room to see his beloved omega sleeping on
his bed. Maybe Yuuri should just start sleeping here. His room was certainly
big enough, and he couldn't wait to come back home from long days at work to
see Yuuri on his bed, moaning his name like he had been doing these past five
days. Honestly, after five straight days of nonstop sex, one would think he
shouldn't be able to get hard this quickly...
When he reached the hall where his room was, he saw several slaves gathered
around his door, including Minako, Minami, and the twins. Immediately he
quickened his pace. Upon reaching his room, his concern turned to the sound of
crying and the sight of a black haired figure in the doorway.
 
Viktor growled at the sight. Who hurt him?! Who dared hurt his Yuuri?!
 
“What happened here?!” he shouted loudly, making the people there tense. His
servants looked at him with surprise and a touch of fear at the dominating
scent he was emitting. His eyes only softened when a cinnamon hued gaze met
his. Those lovely orbs were still puffy and wet from tears.
He rushed to Yuuri's side and held his wrist gently. His voice turned soft at
the sight of his omega's trembling frame. “Yuuri, what happened? Did someone
hurt you?” he glared at the servant surrounding them, and all of them
immediately averted their eyes. But Yuuri tried to tug his wrist away and
murmured quietly,
“P-please let me go.”
Viktor's eyes widened. Yuuri had only spoken four simple words, but Viktor
couldn't quite process what he'd heard. Yuuri... Wanted him to let go? But
Viktor, unable to help himself, instinctively tightened his hold on Yuuri's
wrist, making Yuuri wince. He felt that if he let go then Yuuri would
disappear.
“N-no, p-please let go!”
Now his omega was panicking and trying to run from him. But why? His Yuuri had
looked so content these past few days...? Why did he want to run from him when
Viktor already left his mark for the world to see? Without thinking, Viktor
yanked the omega to his chest and hauled him back into his room, ignoring the
looks he got from the servants and protests from Yuuri. Once they were inside,
he promptly closed the door and locked it.
“Yuuri, your hair is still wet! You’ll get sick if you don’t dry it...”
“I don’t care!” Yuuri shouted at him, and Viktor frowned at his omega's sudden
show of defiance.
“Yuuri, you have to take care of yourself more. I need you to be strong so you
can carry our child safely."
Yuuri stiffened in his hold, a look of horror passing over his face.
“No… This isn't real. I’m not– I can't be an omega...”
Viktor furrowed his brow. Yuuri seemed to resent what had happened to him. But
what was wrong with it? He would be a perfect mate for Viktor. Didn't Yuuri
know how much Viktor had dreamed, hoped, longed for this to happen? Didn't he
realize how much Viktor wanted this bond between them? Viktor led him to the
bed and sat him down before kneeling down next to him.
“Yuuri. You’re my omega. We're bonded now. I’m your alpha.”
Yuuri looked at him with fear and apprehension. “No... No, I don’t want any of
this! You’re not my alpha! No one will ever own me! Including you!”
The alpha’s pupils dilated, anger coursing through his body. Hearing his omega
reject their bond hurt him deeply. He couldn't accept this.
Viktor growled and pushed the smaller boy down to the bed, trapping him with
his arms. “I am your alpha, and you WILL learn your place for saying that.” He
was practically shouting at him now.
“I marked you, I spent your heat with you, you’re mine! You said you wanted me,
Yuuri! You can't just leave me! I won't let you!”
His voice sounded broken when he said that, and the omega could see the hurt
and anger in Viktor's eyes. Yuuri still thought that they were beautiful, but
being trapped by Viktor made him scared. He barely remember what happened
between them these past five days, but he didn't want to remember any of it.
The omega in him was shameful, useless, pathetic. He hated that part of him
that constantly wanted to submit to an alpha. He was bonded now, and he was
ashamed that he had let Viktor mark him. His normal self would have never
allowed that.
“I'm not a possession, Viktor! Even if I'm a slave, I won't let you own me like
this!” He pushed Viktor off of him, and Yuuri got up to run to the door. But
before he could get very far, strong arms had wrapped around him and dragged
him back to the bed. Within seconds, he was trapped on the bed again.
Yuuri whimpered when he saw anger, betrayal, and lust in Viktor’s eyes.
“We’re bonded. You’re mine. And you WILL stay with me forever.”
Viktor's hand slithered under Yuuri's loose pants. He felt for the soft skin
underneath and squeezed hard, making Yuuri wince in discomfort. He almost
moaned when a finger probed at his already swollen entrance. Without wasting
any time, Viktor pulled Yuuri's pants off.
“Yuuri. Spread your legs wider.”
Yuuri looked off to the side, avoiding Viktor's eyes in an act of defiance.
Viktor growled lowly at his omega’s disobedience.
“Your actions have consequences, Yuuri. And you might not be the only one they
affect. Tell me Yuuri, how do you think your brother's doing?"
He licked the side of Yuuri’s neck, and Yuuri stiffened.
Yurio. God, what was Viktor threatening?!
Viktor continued to lick Yuuri's scent glands repeatedly.
“The school reports have been telling me that he's been doing great, actually.
Be mine, Yuuri, and I'll make sure he stays that way.”
Yuuri whimpered at the thought, tears escaping his eyes. Viktor was threatening
to stop supporting Yurio. What was he supposed to do? He felt so powerless as
an omega... Even now his body was thrumming with eagerness to please his alpha.
To ask for forgiveness and make him happy. But he wasn't in heat anymore, and
he wasn't going to let his body's desires override his mind.
Viktor lined up his already hard member with Yuuri's entrance, rubbing the head
around his rim. The pre-cum glistened, almost as if it were teasing him.
“Viktor! No! We can't do it like this, at least we need protection!” Yuuri
struggled to get out of Viktor's grip, but to no avail.
“We did this for five days without any kind of protection, Yuuri,” Viktor
whispered into his ear. He licked the shell of Yuuri's ear, making him shudder
against Viktor's hardened body. The alpha touched his belly, lightly squeezing
at the soft skin there.
“I need to make sure my seed is properly planted here,” Viktor said, spreading
his palm over Yuuri's stomach. He then gripped the omega's soft thigh, and
spread his legs wide. "You'll give me beautiful babies, my sweet little omega.”
Viktor gave a small test thrust to see if his omega would comply with his
desires. Yuuri squeezed his eyes shut and turned away.
“Yuuri, look at me.” Viktor kissed his jaw, then his cheek, then his eyes,
hoping that his omega would do what he asked, but no. Yuuri was stubborn.
“Your brother’s future is in your hands, Yuuri...”
The omega opened his eyes suddenly and met Viktor’s eyes. He couldn't believe
Viktor was using his family against him... But he didn't get very much time to
be horrified before Viktor was thrusting in deep into him with one swift
movement.
“Say that you want me Yuuri.” He pulled himself out halfway before slamming
himself back in. Yuuri tried to deny the feeling of lust pooling on his belly
at Viktor’s words. His eyes filled with tears, and he bit his lip.
“Yuuri.” There’s a warning in that voice, and Yuuri made his choice.
“I-I want you, Viktor.”
The alpha smirked in response and kissed his lips deeply before thrusting his
hips into Yuuri harder.
“Say that you want my cock, Yuuri. Say that you love me.”
Yuuri cried harder at the overwhelming feeling where their bodies joined
together but managed to sob out an answer.
“I-I want your c-cock, V-Viktor. I l-love you.”
Viktor smiled contentedly before releasing his semen inside his omega. Yuuri's
hole was all soft and raw now, and Viktor shoved his cock in a little deeper
when his knot began to swell. Viktor panted in satisfaction, burying his teeth
in the mark he made over his omega’s scent gland.
“Yuuri, my perfect little omega.”
The words sounded like the last nail on a coffin.
 
...
 
Days passed, and Yuuri hated himself more and more. He felt objectified,
dehumanized, humiliated... He couldn't stand being forced to submit to and have
sex with Viktor daily, but he couldn't do anything about it while Viktor held
Yurio's well being in the palm of his hands.
Yuuri counted himself lucky when Viktor was commanded to travel to some other
city on military business about two weeks after Yuuri presented. He just about
cried when he finally had the chance to hold a phone and dial the number he'd
needed to call for two weeks now.
A cheerful voice greeted him on the other end of the line, and he burst into
tears upon hearing the voice that he had missed so much.
“Phichit, please help me.”
***** Me and Him *****
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Chapter 13
The Chulanont family was a powerful family from a neighboring country. Almost
on a whim, one of their sons had decided to attend the Empire’s prestigious
military school, and the Empire, hoping to strengthen their bond with their
neighbor, gladly accepted him. That son, whose family held critical political
power, happened to be Yuuri’s one and only roommate.
When Yuuri called Phichit, he didn't know any of this. He simply wanted someone
to talk to and get advice from. Unfortunately, when Phichit picked up, Yuuri
didn't get very much advice. He managed to choke out a few incoherent words
through his tears before Phichit told him "hang in there and get ready" before
promptly hanging up.
The mansion was almost empty as Yuuri walked through the corridors slowly.
Viktor didn’t confine Yuuri in his room while he was away, so today Yuuri could
freely roam like he used to.
Now that Viktor out of the house on a mission, Yuuri finally felt like he could
breathe. However, Minami and the other slaves treated him cautiously, never
looking him in the eye if they could avoid it. He felt completely isolated now,
with everyone else in the mansion not knowing how to act around him and him not
knowing how to act around them anymore either. At the very least, Makkachin was
always ready to keep him company, but right now she was eating her dinner, so
Yuuri was strolling through the garden alone. And he wished he could appreciate
the place’s beauty better.
It was late at night, but Yuuri couldn't bring himself to sleep.
The thought about that he is an omega was filling his brain up. Yuuri isn’t
even a beta, he'd ended up with the most useless and least respected secondary
gender he could have had. He couldn't even continue going to school now.
No, now he was essentially a material possession, as far as society was
concerned, and he had to rely on Viktor to survive.
He had to rely on Viktor to support Yurio.
It was bad enough that Yuuri couldn't possibly support his brother now, but
Viktor had to rub salt in the wound by mentioning that Yuuri had to do whatever
Viktor said in order to support Yurio. Yuuri had come back to the mansion,
excited to see the man he who he respected and secretly desired, but now... How
was he even supposed to feel when that same person had forcefully bonded him?
What was he supposed to do when that same person was threatening him and his
family?
Another thought that haunted the back of his mind was the question of how
Viktor thought about him. When Viktor first took him in, what had Yuuri been to
him? A childhood memory? A pity case? Another slave? Back then, the Viktor he
knew was simply an impossibly kind, clingy child in a grown man's body and a
military uniform. He had been so kind, so warm... Did Yuuri’s newfound status
as an omega reduce him to a sex toy in Viktor's eyes? In any other situation,
being bonded to Viktor would have been a dream. Being bonded to Viktor simply
because he was an omega with pheromones was a painful nightmare. That dark
smile and those cold eyes... Yuuri shivered a little at the memory. Hormones
could do terrible things to people, couldn’t they?
Forcing himself to keep moving, Yuuri walked on. A fact almost as horrifying as
the reality that Viktor had raped and blackmailed him was the fact that he was
beginning to get used to it. The first few times, especially the first time
after his heat was over, sex with Viktor had been traumatizing. Initially he
could never stop crying, and every touch made him feel hornier and dirtier. Two
weeks later, he wasn't sure if it was better or worse that he had gotten used
to it. He wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing that he had been
relieved when he found that Viktor was gentler when Yuuri was obedient.
To complicate things even further, the bond mark that Viktor had given him
tricked him into feeling pleasure. He felt good when Viktor felt good, even
when he logically thought he shouldn't. If he were someone else then that might
have helped him cope a little bit, but when even his emotions weren't his own…
He was no better than livestock. Even Makkachin had more freedom than he did.
He was confused, uncertain, scared... He needed Phichit to talk through his
jumbled thoughts and feelings, but Phichit wasn't here. All he had gotten from
Phichit was "get ready," without any kind of context or further information.
Get ready for what?
Yuuri looked around the garden, appreciating the light breeze and the beautiful
flowers. Strangely, among all his mixed up feelings, hatred was nowhere to be
found. Was that a sign that something was wrong with him? Because even after
everything, He still remembered how Viktor laughed when they got ice cream at
that marketplace stand, and how Viktor whined when someone commented on his
hairline. He still remembered how Viktor had defended him from the bandits at
his hometown and how Viktor had fought to secure him a place in school.
The more he thought about it, the more tangled up his thoughts became. How was
he supposed to reconcile the admirable, affectionate Viktor he had come to know
with the feral, manipulative Viktor he had shared a heat with?
He was too inexperienced to sort through these complex emotions and
apprehensions. There was no way he was ready to share such a serious, intimate
bond with anyone. He laughed bitterly.
Yuuri hated himself. Why did his body have to light itself on fire whenever
Viktor was around? Why did it have to want more than anything to complete a
bond that was a mistake to begin with? Why did he have to be an omega?
With his mind muddled by doubts, questions, and confusion, he almost didn't
register the silhouette at the front gate. It was a complete coincidence that
he happened to look up and notice...
“Phichit?!” Why he was here?
Yuuri blinked and moved to the edge of the garden for a better look. He thought
that maybe he was seeing things, but there was no mistaking his friend's bouncy
way of walking.
He was ready to run over to the gate, but then he saw that Minako was already
on her way there.
When she reached them, he saw that Phichit was talking to her with a cheery
smile plastered on his face. It didn't look like the usual casual smile that
Phichit used as his happy default expression.
Yuuri sped up, worried. Would Minako send him away? After all, Viktor had a
hard time letting people come near Yuuri now. He even got possessive when the
servants came in to bring Yuuri dinner. Luckily everyone was sensible enough to
avoid sending any alphas to Viktor's room.
As Yuuri drew closer, the sound of Phichit's voice became clearer, and he began
to make out some words. And then he heard it.
“I'd like to take Yuuri on a vacation.”
... What? Had he heard that right? What was Phichit trying to do? There was no
way Viktor would let him leave this place...
Viktor had barely even let Yuuri out of his room these past two weeks. That was
his reality as an omega now, he couldn't go anywhere without Viktor's presence
or permission. And if Viktor demanded that he stay locked up and only be
allowed to have obscene things done to him, then no one was able to protest.
Apparently Minako had responded unfavorably because the next thing Phichit said
was,
“What? Just 'cause my best friend's an omega now I can’t bring him on relaxing
trips? Come on!” Phichit’s voice was loud and bordering on whiny.
Minako sighed, but then heard Yuuri approaching and turned around. She smiled
awkwardly at him, and Yuuri flinched. He even had a hard time looking Minako in
the eye these days. How did she see him, now that she had heard him moaning in
Viktor's bed? Yuuri figured it was best if he didn't dwell on the thought.
Thankfully, Phichit's face brightened when he saw his friend.
“Yuuri! Hi! I was thinking, we really need to catch up! What do you say we–“
Minako held up a hand to cut him off as she stepped in front of Phichit. “Do
you trust him, Yuuri?”
Yuuri was caught off guard by her serious look. The question hung in the air as
Yuuri struggled to regain his composure.
“With my life,” he answered quietly. "He's my best friend, and he was always
there for me at school.”
Phichit beamed at him, and his smile only widened when Minako sighed and
reluctantly opened the gate to let him in.
“I didn’t see any of this," she said, beginning to walk away. Yuuri’s eyes
widened in surprise.
“Minako–“
She turned, gave him serious look, “Yuuri, you deserve to be happy. I’ll cover
for you.” then much to his surprise a fond understanding smile bloomed on her
lips.
“R-really?” Yuuri wasn't completely sure that he wasn't dreaming. Minako
nodded, and Yuuri burst into tears. He ran and hugged the beta woman tightly.
“Thank you, thank you so much! You don't know how much this means to me...”
Minako smiled, patting his back softly. “You're not the only one who needs some
time, Yuuri. This is what’s best for you and Viktor. Your new bond is keeping
him from thinking straight, and if you leave on a ‘vacation,’ then he’ll have a
chance to pull himself together while you take a breather.”
She ruffled his hair softly, and Yuuri leaned into her touch. The woman giggled
and stepped back, proceeding to walk away to leaving Yuuri and Phichit behind.
“Wow,” Phichit said once she was gone. “I taught breaking you out would be more
of a fight! I was ready to bust out my family crest and everything!”
Yuuri gave him confused look, but then Phichit simply smiled at him. Yuuri
decided to let it go and was just glad that Phichit had come for him.
“You're lucky Viktor wasn't here,” Yuuri said, hugging his smaller friend
tightly. “Thank you for coming, Phichit.” He smiled sincerely for the first
time in two weeks.
“Well what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't run to my best friend’s
side after hearing him crying on the phone?” Phichit chuckled before taking on
a more serious demeanor. “What exactly happened? I heard that Viktor was
withdrawing you from school. I came here on the excuse that I was returning
your stuff as a roommate and Nikiforov family friend, but no one would tell me
anything about what was happening with you.”
Yuuri blinked, “You know them?” He knew that Phichit looked like he came from a
wealthy family, but he didn’t realize he knew the general.
“Well technically it’s my family that knows them, not me, but I can give you
the history lesson later. What’s happened?”
“Well… You remember how I left school because I was presenting?” Phichit
nodded. “I’m- I’m… Phichit, I’m an omega.” Yuuri buried his face in Phichit’s
shoulder to stop the tears that were welling up as Phichit patted his back
soothingly. His friend has kinda figure it out.
Yuuri tried to pull himself together so that he could explain more, but then
Phichit caught Yuuri’s scent and frowned. It was different from usual…
“Yuuri… Your scent… Is it- is it mixed with an alpha’s?”
Yuuri’s voice came out shaky when he answered, “He bit me, Phichit. He- he
bonded me...”
Phichit flinched a little. “You spent your heat with him?” He said cautiously,
rubbing Yuuri’s back slowly. Unfortunately it wasn’t uncommon for unbonded
alphas to forcefully bond omegas in heat. Implicitly, both of them understood
that Yuuri would no longer be able to be intimate with anyone other than Viktor
without feeling pained and nauseous.
Yuuri nodded hesitantly, unsure of how he should respond.
“I- I was in his bed when… when I presented,” Yuuri blushed despite the
building pressure in his throat. “I think his scent somehow triggered an early
heat. I didn’t even really know what I was doing until I was laying in a nest
made out of his clothes...”
His friend’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yuuri, did you leave your room after I
left? Ms. Baranovskaya sent you away to get rest and avoid stress!”
When Yuuri answered, he spoke so quietly that Phichit had to lean in to hear
what he was saying.
“Well, I didn’t feel like anything was wrong… I just wanted to do some work to
distract myself...” He regretfully remembered the servants’ warnings against
work. “But then I found Viktor’s shirt on Makkachin’s bed… and I-I don’t know.
I just needed to be covered in his scent. My body moved by itself, and I don’t
know why...” Tears threatened to return, but Phichit hugged him tighter.
Phichit guided Yuuri to his car, where Celestino was waiting for them in the
driver seat. If the man noticed the change in Yuuri’s scent, he didn’t mention
it. Safely enclosed behind the car doors, Yuuri finally let out his sobs on
Phichit’s shoulder as Celestino shifted the car into drive.
“I- I don’t know what to do… He hasn’t let me out of his room in two weeks and
he- he keeps- he keeps…. Why do have to be so pathetic, Phichit? Why did I have
to be an omega? Have I done something wrong?”
Phichit steadily continued to rub Yuuri’s back, like a mother trying to calm a
child. “No, no, you didn’t do anything to deserve this…”
“I don’t want this, I know I don’t want this, but whenever I’m around him… It’s
like- it’s like it doesn’t matter what I want! There’s something wrong with me,
Phichit, my body just reacts and I can’t stop it and I just- I just- I just
don’t want to be a sex slave!”
Frowning, Phichit grasped his friend tighter. He knew how omega slaves were
treated in this country, but to hear someone he knew and cared for experience
it… it was heartbreaking.
“Shhh, Yuuri, Yuuri, it's ok now. I'm sorry you've had to go through all of
this... But trust me when I say there’s nothing wrong with you. You can’t
change the way your body works, but that’s ok. You’re more than just your
secondary gender, and you’ll get through this.”
Yuuri shook his head disbelievingly. “How? I can’t go to school, and I can’t
earn my freedom back! I have to rely on Viktor forever and- and- oh my god
Phichit, Yurio! What if Viktor comes back and he finds me gone and he does
something to Yurio! He already said he would take Yurio out of school if I
didn’t listen to him but what he does something worse now!? We have to go
back—”
“Ok Yuuri, calm down for a second and take some deep breaths,” Phichit
interrupted, patting Yuuri’s back. “I know you care about your brother, but if
you went back now, nothing would change. Obviously you need some time to think
and some space to breathe. Trust your brother to take care of himself for a
little bit, ok? I can give you updates on him, so no self sacrifice is
necessary right now. Just breathe in and calm down.”
Nodding, Yuuri did as what Phichit said and managed to catch his breath again.
Phichit breathed out a sigh of relief as his friend’s heartbeat relaxed a
little. Once Yuuri was calm, Phichit spoke again.
“You know, Yuuri, for what it’s worth, I genuinely do think that Viktor cares
for you. After all, it’s rare for masters to buy their slaves so many clothes
or write them so many letters. He even defended you when almost killed his
father, and he personally took the initiative to check on you during a
mission.”
Yuuri nodded, still breathing a little shakily. He still remembered those
things too, but even if Viktor had cared for him uniquely at some point, did he
feel the same now?
Phichit patted his shoulder, “I know that what he’s done to you is
unforgivable, and I’ll do whatever I can to help you and your brother disappear
if you rightfully never want to see him again. But I’ve seen him talk to my
parents next to the general, and I never would have thought that an alpha as
stereotypically distant and prideful as he was could ever be as doting and kind
as he was to you. Maybe I can’t know the whole story from magazine photos, your
letters, and your stories, but I have a hard time believing that whatever he
felt for you has just gone away.”
Yuuri shifted a little, but he didn’t say anything.
“And you know, he’s had a lot of lovers in the past, but none of them have made
him act the way he acted around you,” Phichit added.
Yuuri’s ears perked up at that new information. “Viktor’s had other lovers
before?” he’d never seen any since arriving at the Nikiforov household. Oddly,
he also felt a pang of jealousy that surprised him. Wasn’t this a given? Viktor
was attractive, rich, and influential. Why wouldn’t he have been with countless
other beautiful who looked fit to stand by his side? It was a given, and it's
not like Yuuri had any reason to want whatever Viktor had had with them… So why
did bother Yuuri so much?
Phichit smirked at his friend’s furrowed expression. “I’ll let you sort through
those implications. You need to recuperate, and I think there’s more to this
than you know. So take some time, enjoy this little vacation, and you decide
what happens next.”
Smiling, Yuuri wiped his cheeks with his sleeve. Phichit was right, he needed
to calm down if he was going to properly sort himself out. The Nikiforov
mansion was too stressful of a place to think properly, and distancing himself
from the place– from Viktor– might be good. With that thought in mind, he
settled with his back against the leather seat and let himself drift off to
sleep.
When his breathing evened out, Phichit looked over at his friend fondly.
‘I’ll need to call Chris after this...” Phichit thought to himself. He hadn’t
spoken to his blonde friend in a while, but if anyone could knock some sense
into Viktor, it was Chris.
 
 
…
 
“You forced him after his heat?!”
Chris voice’s was louder than expected. Viktor avoided his eyes, nonchalantly
sipping his tea. The night was damp from the rain that had been falling since
afternoon. It had been coming down harder and harder as thunder began rumbling
in the distance.
“Hey, we’ve got a mission right after this, and right now I’m contemplating
whether or not I should cover your back this time!” Chris ran a hand through
his hair in frustration. Viktor was head over heels in love with the boy,
wasn’t he? What was he thinking? Chris loved sex as much as the next guy,
almost always more, but forcing someone else into it was never ok.
“We need to focus on the task at hand, Chris. The sooner we finish, the sooner
we can both go home.” He shrugged off Chris’s annoyed tone and continued eating
his dinner. There was nothing Viktor wanted more than to be by Yuuri’s side
again. He thought often about their future, and potentially starting a family
together...
“Yeah… And I couldn’t help but notice that this route takes us pretty close to
the Nikiforov mansion… Any particular reason for that?”
Viktor frowned at his friend. “Is that a problem? The fact that I have someone
waiting for me?”
Chris gave him a hard stare, “Are you sure? Because after forcing yourself on
him, I have a hard time believing he would want to see you–“
“Chris.”
Suddenly the air was tense. Viktor looked calm, but there was a dangerous glint
in his eyes. Viktor knew exactly what he was doing didn’t he? He knew and he
was guilty, but he was trying to deny it. Chris frowned.
“I know you’re his master, and he’s your omega, but this isn’t right, Viktor.
If you really love him, you should have gotten his consent. If he’s not allowed
to choose to reject you, then that’s not love.”
“He rejected me after his heat. He wanted to run from me.”
Chris flinched upon hearing that. “I know that must have hurt... But consider
how he must feel, Viktor. Presenting can be scary, and it must’ve been scarier
for him when he was suddenly confronted by an alpha like you. Don’t forget,
he’s already been sexually assaulted before. Don’t make him hate you.”
Viktor clenched his teeth, “I’ve bonded him, marked him. He’s my omega.” His
voice trembled a little, as if he was on the verge of crying. He wanted to keep
Yuuri close to him, to hold him, to wake up next to his smile every morning, he
didn’t know how to convey his overwhelming emotions. He just wanted Yuuri to
stay close to him and never leave.
“Just let him breathe a little, okay? He’s still young and uncertain. He was
developing steadily, settling into a new routine, doing well in school… You
shouldn’t just rip all of that away from him in a moment of passion.”
Viktor frowned. “How do you know about how he’s doing in school?” he asked
tensely.
Chris clicked his tongue. “You gloat to anyone who will listen about how
amazing your Yuuri’s grades are 24/7.” Chris emphasized his point with a bite
of his food. “I’ve been hearing about his grades at least five times a day.
You’ve impounded into my head that he and his brother are really academically
inclined.”
Viktor nodded reluctantly. Using Yuuri’s little brother as leverage was a
desperate, desperate move, but he was willing to say or do anything to keep
Yuuri with him. But even being separated from Yuuri for work purposes made his
skin itch. On this one point (and only this point), Viktor could admit that he
had sunk low.
There was an uneasiness that came with being away from his omega, a lingering
fear that he would come home and Yuuri would be nowhere to be found.
He had tried to be gentle and patient with Yuuri, but it physically pained him
when Yuuri pushed him away. He felt a mix of anger, frustration, and
desperation when he saw that his omega didn't want him. Something inside of him
broke whenever he saw signs that Yuuri might want to leave. He was constantly
afraid that even their bond combined with the mention of Yuuri’s brother
wouldn't be enough to keep Yuuri with him.
After Yuuri’s heat, Viktor desperately hoped that he had planted enough seed to
conceive a child. It was pathetic, but he prayed that a child would keep Yuuri
anchored to him.
If there was nothing to keep Yuuri chained to him, then would Yuuri abandon
him? Viktor shook his head.
Thinking too much about being rejected would just lead to spiraling depression
and suicidal tendencies and— he had to get over this. Finish the mission. Go
home. See Yuuri.
“Viktor, it’s time.” Chris tapped his shoulder and the silver haired man
reluctantly stood up to follow his friend.
After all, he had a mission to finish by dawn. He couldn't let his mind be
clouded by distractions.
 
…
 
—Except he did. And he regretted it.
It was only when the knife was firmly lodged in his stomach that he realized
what had happened. Followed by several beatings that almost turned his sight
completely black. At that moment, he had happened to remember Yuuri’s tear
streaked face, and it froze him for a second, but a second was all the
assailant needed.
Hearing Yuuri reject him was like watching the sun be slowly extinguished. The
light in his world dimmed steadily, reminding him of the days after his
mother’s funeral. Back then, everyone around him had reassured him that they
were there for him, and that they’d look after him.
Ha. Liars. Every last one of them. None could be trusted. Despite their
promises, caretakers and servants alike all inevitably left him.
But Yuuri. Yuuri was different. He had to be, right? If he was to die here,
then he wanted to see Yuuri one last time.
Before everything went black, the last thing he heard was Chris calling his
name.
 
…
 
When he woke, the alpha was back is in his room at the mansion. He could barely
move. The knife had very nearly grazed a vital spot, but it had missed all the
same. The doctor told him that he was lucky, that he just narrowly avoided
death, but he would need to rest up for the next two months in order to heal.
Despite his injury, Viktor heard that his strategy had played out well, and
that the mission had succeeded. Nevertheless, he reprimanded himself for
allowing himself to be hurt because he had been distracted by personal matters.
How unprofessional. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for being unfocused.
To make himself feel better, Viktor turned his nose in his mattress so that he
could breathe in the scent. To calm the pain he is in now.
Oddly, Yuuri’s scent was just barely there. Where was his Yuuri when he needed
him the most? His wound throbbed as Viktor sat up and tried to call for his
omega, but his voice was too weak. Sound barely croaked out of his throat, and
eventually he gave up on speaking entirely. He sniffed the air.
Sure enough, it was like Yuuri hadn’t been there for at least a week.
Panic began to cloud his mind. Where was Yuuri? Was he okay? Did something
happened to him while Viktor was gone? Suddenly the door was nudged open, and
in bounded Makkachin. The alpha smiled at the sight of the excitable fur ball.
The dog seemed happy when she found Viktor on his bed, and she happily licked
his face as if welcoming him back to the world of the living. He buried his
face in the dog’s fur and took in the warmth and life she emitted.
“Ah, careful with my bandages there...” He smiled as Makkachin seemed to
understand him and curled up at his side in the place where Yuuri usually laid.
“Makkachin, do you know where Yuuri is?”
The dog only barked excitedly at his upper arm and rested her head there. Of
course he shouldn’t have asked.
The servants ignored him and looked away whenever he asked about Yuuri. Many
servants came in throughout the day, but only the fifth servant to come in was
willing to tell him that Yuuri had run off in some foreign car. Whose, they
didn’t know, but one thing was certain.
Yuuri had left him. Maybe he didn’t even care whether Viktor lived or died.
His worst fears had been realized, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to
worsen.
Undeniably, it had happened again. He had gotten attached, and then the person
he had gotten attached to was gone. He was destined to constantly be left
behind. No one wanted him. Even his love and life had left him.
‘If you really love him, you should have gotten his consent.’
Chris’s words had stung when he’d said them, but Viktor had tried to deny it.
He hadn’t wanted to admit that he had wronged the boy he loved so much.
‘If he’s not allowed choose to reject you, then that’s not love.’
Was that true? He thought that he loved Yuuri more than all the stars in the
sky… But the way Yuuri had acted… The way he had begged Viktor to stop… It made
Viktor’s stomach churn when he remembered it.
‘Don’t make him hate you.’
He couldn’t deny it or pretend not to know anymore, could he? This is his own
fault. He had been so focused on keeping the one he loved close to him that he
had disregarded his beloved’s feelings. Chris was right. Yuuri’s tears and his
pleading should have been enough to stop him, but Viktor had selfishly kept
pushing anyway. And now he had pushed Yuuri away.
Viktor took a deep breath. How could he fix this? He had done terrible things
to the most precious person in his life, and now he was paying the price. There
was no way Yuuri didn’t hate him. Was mending their relationship even possible?
Guilt that he had been subconsciously suppressing floated to the surface. He
had been rejected in the most definitive way, and it felt like his insides were
dying. But what did that matter? He was an unwanted alpha who had violated and
blackmailed the mate that he was supposed to cherish and take care of. He laid
limply on the bed, rejected, wounded, useless. He deserved to die of some
horrible infection for what he had done, for not being able to control the
dark, lustful part of him that compelled him to think that hurting his mate
physically and emotionally would make them both happy somehow.
At that moment, he wished he could see Yuuri just to apologize to him. Even
though he might never see Yuuri again, all he wanted to do was drop to his
knees and beg for the omega’s forgiveness, which he knew he could never
deserve.
Viktor quietly murmured Yuuri’s name as his eyelids grew heavier and his
consciousness faded into sleep. In his heart, he hoped he would never wake up.
 
...
 
“’He’s done so much for me, but now that I’m an omega, I can’t pay him back. I
can’t do anything, I’m just a burden.’ That’s along the lines of what you’re
thinking, isn’t it?”
Yuuri’s breath stopped when he heard the comment.
“You’re not entirely wrong, but Phichit, there’s more to it than that...”
“I know you’re conflicted. Viktor’s not just someone who you owe, he’s also
someone who hurt you.”
Yuuri stared at the floor. “Phichit, I still care about him… I know he hurt me,
but I’m still worried about him and I still want to be there for him… If I
weren’t an omega then this wouldn’t have had to happen. If I didn’t have these
pheromones, then we could have gone on the way we were. If my body weren't so
pathetic, then maybe I’d be able to hate him like a normal person… But even now
I want to help him feel less stressed by helping him with paperwork and
scheduling… I want to earn my keep just so that he doesn’t need to worry about
me taking up space… I think I still love him, but I don’t know if it’s me who
loves him or my inner omega... I wish I was a beta like you.”
“Yuuri, you can’t change that part of you. And hey, do you know how rare male
omegas are? They’re ten percent, just ten percent of the population, but you’re
one of them! You’re special, Yuuri. And besides, I know plenty of happily mated
omegas from back home. I promise, being an omega isn’t synonymous with being
unhappy.” Yuuri looked up at Phichit as he continued.
“Honestly Yuuri, I think you really need to talk to him. Being an omega doesn’t
mean automatic unhappiness, but lacking in communication usually does. Let him
explain himself to you, and if you find that he really is just a jerky alpha
who thinks with his dick whenever he’s off the battlefield, then call me again,
and you’ll be gone again within an hour. I can even send Viktor some dog poop
if you’re feeling spiteful, but talk first.” Phichit smiled at the end of his
sentence, hoping he had gotten Yuuri to laugh.
It looked like his plan worked. Yuuri chuckled lightly at his friend’s joke and
hugged Phichit tightly, saying thank you.
The week after Yuuri fled the mansion was the first time Yuuri had been able to
relax in a long time. Phichit had taken a temporary leave from school, and the
two had spent time together at Phichit’s family summer estate on the outskirts
of the empire. That first week had been filled with genuine laughter and
refreshing happiness.
However, after the week ended, Phichit had to return to school for classes. The
place was mainly empty, so Yuuri largely had it to himself for a week or so
before he began to miss the people of the Nikiforov mansion. He missed Minako,
Minami, the twins...
And Viktor.
Not for the first time, Yuuri wondered what Viktor had thought when he learned
that Yuuri was no longer in the mansion. Had he felt sad? Angry? Betrayed?
Being at Phichit’s estate had given him time to think, and after two or three
weeks, he had organized his thoughts and figured out how he wanted to move from
here.
Yuuri still couldn’t quite forgive Viktor for what he had done, but he knew
that he was more than willing to if Viktor apologized sincerely. He still cared
for Viktor, but even so, he couldn’t just excuse Viktor’s behavior back then.
Furthermore, occasionally he would feel bursts of emotion through his currently
weak mental link to Viktor through the bond. However, most of these emotions
were negative, depressive, and lonely. Had Yuuri’s absence made his alpha feel
like that? The thought felt like it had punctured a hole in his heart.
Yuuri decided that he had to return to the mansion soon. Now that he knew where
he stood, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could face Viktor again.
 
…
 
Yurio slammed the door to Viktor’s room open. Stomping over the carpet, he
found the man sleeping.
Despite being asleep, the man still seemed distressed somehow. His brows were
furrowed, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked like hell, but
Yuri didn’t care. He grabbed Viktor’s collar and hauled the man up to face him.
The room felt oppressive, reeking of sadness and desperation, but the blond boy
was too angry to care for that.
“Where’s Yuuri?! Why did he run away?!”
The man opened his eyes, but they didn’t seem focused. He looked confused
before registering the strands of blond hair in front of him.
“What did you do to my brother?!” Yuri shook the man until Viktor flinched. The
boy’s knees were pushing on his week and a half old wound. It hurt badly, but
Viktor didn’t care. A second later another person’s voice came from behind the
boy.
“Yuri, he’s still recovering.” Otabek try to touch his shoulder so that Yuri
might draw back a little, but then Yuri looked back at him, silently daring him
to touch him. There was fire in Yuri’s eyes, and Otabek immediately backed off,
slightly regretting giving in when Yuri begged to follow him on a mission to
deliver a report to Viktor.
“I don’t care! He must’ve done something to Yuuri to make him run away! Where
is he?!”
“I don’t–“ Viktor tried to speak, but his voice caught on the back of his
throat. He coughed. “I don’t know where he is, but if any of you find out where
to find him, I’d like to know too.” His eyes looked dejected. “You should ask
Minako. I’m sure she’s heard enough gossip to figure out where he is, but I
can’t get her to talk...”
Yuri released Viktor’s collar and let him fall onto the bed again. “Maybe
that’s for the best. If you can’t find him then you can’t hurt him!” The boy
kicked the bedside before turning on his heels and walking away. “Just go ahead
and die so that my brother can live in peace!”
He stomped back out the door, determined to find “Minako.”
Sighing, Viktor felt his heart break a little more. Would Yuuri be happy if he
died? Without his omega, all of his negative emotions felt like they were being
quadrupled and compounded. His current state was the result of yearning and
longing for an extended period of time, but couldn’t undo what had been done.
He would have killed himself long ago, but one thought kept him alive. What if
Yuuri came back? Who would take care of Yuuri if he was gone? Who–
“Viktor.”
Viktor’s eyes widened at the sight of his father on the doorframe. His figure
blocked the entrance and the light that the door had been letting in.
“Father…”
“Do you know what you’ve done?” There was a pause. “At this point, I think you
do. I hope this can be a lesson to you.” His father stayed there, glaring at
Viktor with a hard expression.
Viktor turned his eyes to the empty sheets next to him. They hurt to look at.
“Yes. I regret what I did. I hurt him, and he left me. I deserve this.” His
breath felt shaky and painful to his lungs. “I understand if Yuuri never wants
to see me again, or if no one ever lets me see him. But if he comes back, I
just want him to know that I’m so, so sorry... I wasn’t thinking right. I was
only thinking about myself when I tried to own him as an omega. I should have
treated him like a person, as ‘Yuuri,’ my most precious person... But I want
him to be happy, and I want someone to look after him if I’m not allowed to. I
want to protect him, but if he doesn’t want that… then I’ll accept it.”
His father’s eyes widened. “I didn’t realize you had done so much thinking… You
really have learned something from all of this, haven’t you?”
“I wanted him to stay with me, because no one else ever did...” Viktor didn’t
notice when tears began falling down his cheeks. “I thought I could be happy if
I made him stay with me, but...”
“But you can’t truly be happy unless the people who stay with you choose to
stay with you. And you can’t force anyone to stay by your side or else they’ll
drift away for sure. I know, son…” The general trailed off. “But choice isn’t
the only thing that matters in these kind of relationships. Did you ever tell
him how you felt about him? I’m guessing not. You’re so smart in the strategy
room, but you’re hopeless when it comes to matters like this. I suppose it’s my
fault that I didn’t teach you these things earlier.”
Viktor looked up at his father, a little surprised. It was rare for his father
to talk about emotional things. “Well, I can’t blame you. You had a country to
protect, and mother was the one who was meant to guide me through friendships
and relationships.”
The general walked over to the edge of Viktor’s bed and sat down. It was a
little strange to see his father actually looking fatherly after a lifetime of
only dealing with the perfect but impersonal general. Looking around at the
room, the general told his son, “I hope you get better. After all, you’re the
only son I have. The final remnant of the woman I love.” The general leaned up
and awkwardly patted Viktor’s head. “I’m sorry that I neglected you after we
lost her. I wish I could have guided you more…” The general looked wistful and
Viktor smiled at his father’s kind sentiment. “But make no mistake! You will
have to apologize to him yourself when the time comes!” The general slapped his
son’s forehead to break the mood, and suddenly the air was relaxed.
Rubbing his forehead, Viktor groaned. “But Yuuri won’t want to see me. Not like
this. I feel like death, and I know that I look like it too...” He clutched the
cotton material over his heart, feeling the prickles of his emotional pain.
“You’ll just have to get better. After all, I’m getting old. Who’s going to
look after that child if you’re not here?
Viktor snapped up at that. His father was right… If Viktor was gone and his
father died, his Yuuri would probably be sold to some random alpha somewhere,
and who knew how they would treat Yuuri?
“You’re right, I have to protect him… And I know just how to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d like to propose a change the the current system... Omegas shouldn’t have
to be locked into slavery. They should be able to choose freedom after their
masters die or at least be able to work for their freedom like betas and
alphas.”
His father’s eyes widened again. “It’ll take a lot of hard work to implement,
son. There are nobles who will fight that kind of change, and not to mention,
Yuuri will be able to leave you if you can get this kind of law into effect.”
Viktor smiled, bittersweetly. The flesh under his bandages stung and ached, but
he didn’t care. “Yuuri’s happiness is more important to me than my need to own
him. If leaving me is what it takes to make him happy… Then I’ll let him go.”
The general turned speechless upon hearing those words. His son, who had always
been so clingy and possessive, was actually willing to put this boy’s happiness
above his own. Wordlessly, Konstantine hugged him, incredibly proud of how
mature his son had become. Sure he could still be a stubborn, occasionally
twisted kind of idiot, he still had some good in him.
“Just take care of him, son. Make him stay because he wants to, not because you
want him to.”
Viktor tried to nod, but instead he flinched as the sudden movement agitated
his wound again. His breath came out in short pants against his father’s
shoulder, and his vision had started going blurry. However, Viktor didn’t say a
word. He didn’t want to ruin the moment and instead smiled at the parental love
that he hadn’t had in, what? Two decades? It had surely been too long....
“Viktor?” The general froze as his son’s full weight suddenly slumped against
him. Viktor wasn’t moving.
“Viktor? Are you-“ His face turned pale when he saw the blood seeping through
the front of his clothes. A lot of blood.
“Viktor!”
Chapter End Notes
     The link:
     https://twitter.com/sehunitized/status/865239812038467584?s=09
     Thank you if you make time to read the post. Please do this not to
     this fic only but for other ff writer as well. It is very hard for me
     to write in english and expressing what I want in it, so I have
     @Ninjassasin8 to help me. But if it's still not up to your standart
     then Good bye.
     Info: the bond isn't complete yet. It takes alpha and omega biting
     each other to complete the bond. From the bond, the omega can feel
     what their alpha's feel. And if the omega bite the alpha, the alpha
     will feel their omega's emotion too.
     And I heard some of you want Viktor to be dead. I am contemplating
     because the idea interest me so much.
***** The Lights *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, this chapter is such a monster to write. It is 23 page-
     ish...basically I need 2 week to write this then 1 week for my beta
     to edit this. And I just have enough time to upload this when I just
     reach home from work right now ; _ ;
     And I've made other story title "Sunshine on the street" it's mostly
     fluff and light story. Nothing dark and contain domestic vikturi.
     Once again don't bother to read if you don't like it. Read the tag
     and please read the end note before you leave a comment to me. Thank
     you.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 14
“Yuuri, you have a visitor!”
Phichit called out to Yuuri, who was still upstairs cleaning some tables in a
room somewhere despite Phichit's attempts to stop him and convince him to
relax.
But Yuuri couldn’t be dissuaded and insisted that he didn’t have anything
better to do there. The way he saw it, his friend had saved him and then
spoiled him, and this was the least he could do.
It also didn't help that he still remembered being barred from doing chores at
the Nikiforov mansion after his heat. This was his small way of rebelling
against Viktor from afar and proving that he owned his body, so he could do
what he wanted with it.
Phichit kept him updated with the lessons at school, which initially surprised
Yuuri. His friend paid extra attention to each lecture and walked Yuuri through
the lessons on weekends so that he didn’t fall behind in his studies. It was
touching, especially since Phichit knew but never brought up the fact that
Yuuri could never go to school again. Celestino apparently agreed that the
gesture was heartwarming and was on the verge of tears upon seeing that his
charge was “acting more and more like a Chulanont.”
Yuuri quickly got up from where he was dusting a coffee table and ran out to
the stairs to look down at Phichit. Who could want to visit him? Minako?
Another slave from the mansion? From what he could tell, no one but Minako knew
that he had run away with Phichit. His steps slowed, and his stomach churned.
Was coming to the door a good idea?
No, Phichit wouldn't let anyone who wanted to force him into going back
anywhere near him. He trusted his friend, and with that thought in mind, he
ignored the uneasy feeling and descended down the stairs.
Phichit's mansion was big and surrounded by acres of open land. He wondered if
Viktor was searching for him... Hopefully not. Yuuri wasn't ready to face him
just yet.
Honestly he wasn't quite ready to face REALITY just yet. Despite having
resolved to be ready eventually, it was too soon. Yuuri still needed time to
work out everything he wanted to say and how he was going to say it. When he
saw Viktor again, he wanted to be able to articulate the admiration he felt
before his heat, the fear he felt during it, and the complicated mix of
feelings that he felt now. If Viktor could understand him, then maybe he would
be sure to see him as “Yuuri," and not just a slave. Not just an omega.
Lately he had been feeling mostly sadness, guilt, and pain through their bond.
Even back at the mansion, he hadn’t always been able to catch all of Viktor’s
emotions and couldn’t always pinpoint what they were, but these feelings were
distinct. Some days he wondered if Viktor was feeling remorse for what he had
done, but it had already been four weeks since he left the mansion. There was
no way Viktor was feeling this way because of him. Besides, the emotions he
felt through the link were gradually becoming more faint, so maybe their
distance and time apart were weakening the bond. Is it?
Yuuri was also worried about Minako. If another slave had somehow found out
that she had let him go, then he hoped she wouldn’t be punished for helping
him. When he went back to the mansion, he would have to thank her somehow.
Soon, Yuuri was standing apprehensively at Phichit’s side. Grinning widely,
Phichit stepped aside to present Yuuri’s visitor.
“Surprise!!”
Behind the door stood Yurio and Otabek. His little brother was glaring
menacingly, but then his eyes landed on Yuuri, and they widened in surprise.
For a moment, they were all speechless. Surprisingly Yuuri broke the silence.
“Y-Yurio… How– how have you been? How..?” how did you find me?
Yuuri spoke softly, bracing himself for his brother's reaction. Surprisingly,
the boy stomped loudly into the mansion as if Yuuri hadn't said anything at
all. For a moment, Yuuri panicked internally. There was no way Yurio wasn't
angry with him. How was he supposed to explain to his brother what had
happened? How was he supposed to tell him about his secondary gender and Viktor
and running away and–
Suddenly Yuuri’s eyes widened. Surprisingly, Yurio hadn’t started yelling at
him. No, instead his brother was burying his face in Yuuri’s chest and hugging
him tightly. For a moment, they stayed like that, with Yurio’s hair tickling
the bottom of Yuuri’s chin.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yurio finally asked into his brother’s shirt. “Do
know how worried I was? Even that bastard didn’t know where you were...”
Yuuri carefully returned the hug and took in his brother’s familiar scent. It
was the bold but grounding scent that he would have recognized anywhere after
years of looking after the impulsive but sincere boy who owned it. Tears
threatened to fall from his eyes when he realized how many weeks it had been
since he last breathed in it. Familiar, homey feelings. Yurio reminded him of
that.
“I-I’m sorry, Yurio... I didn’t mean to disappear, but a lot’s happened...” His
voice was shaky when he answered. Yurio’s hug tightened, and he nuzzled his
brother’s neck to help him calm down. It seemed to work, but then Yurio
inhaled, and his heart stopped.
“Your scent… he really marked you, didn’t he?”
Yuuri flinched and patted his brother’s blond locks gently in an attempt to
soothe the anger in Yurio’s voice.
“That’s… one of the things that’s happened… After I left the school, I went
into heat… Viktor found me on his bed…” Yuuri took a deep breath. “I guess it
was inevitable after I presented as–”
“Cut the bullshit!” Yurio interrupted. “Omega or not, that was a dick move. He
knew you couldn’t agree to be his mate, but he bonded with you anyway!? That’s
not ok, and just because it’s normal doesn’t mean it was inevitable or that you
deserved it! It just means that the world is fucked up.”
Yurio’s eyes stung as he spoke. How could this happen to his gentle brother?!
To Yuuri, who apologized to people when they stepped on his foot? Honestly
Yurio thought that the nurturing nature of omega suited his brother, but his
brother was officially Viktor’s omega now, and the thought didn’t sit well with
him.
Yuuri was taken aback by his brother’s words, but they warmed his heart
nevertheless. Despite everything that had changed over the past few weeks,
Yurio’s unconditional love and support hadn’t. And come to think of it, neither
had Phichit’s. These figures in his life still cared about him even though he
was an omega and a complete mess. Tears nearly fell from his eyes, but he
blinked back before he could lose his composure. He couldn't help but wonder,
had Yurio been told about his secondary gender before coming to Phichit's
mansion?
“Thank you, Yurio. You don’t know how much that means to me,” Yuuri said with a
light smile. “But tell me, how did you find me? Did Minako tell you?”
“Kind of. I just heard a rumor that that you wouldn’t be coming back to school,
but no one could tell me why. Then I read a news story about the old man in the
paper, and Otabek helped me get back to the mansion so that he could check on
the old man and I could check on you. But then you weren’t there, and a servant
told me what happened. I didn’t really want to believe her, but now… I’m gonna
kill that bastard.”
“Yurio, language.” Yuuri chided habitually. However, he wondered what could
have happened that would warrant Otabek wanting to check on Viktor.
“Whatever. The old man was sleeping in his room when I found him, so I woke him
up and tried to get him to tell me where you were, but… he didn’t look like he
wanted to talk. And obviously he didn’t know where you were either. After that,
I found Minako, and she told me that Phichit had come to get you, so I went
back to school, found him, and convinced him to bring me here. Otabek just
insisted on coming along.” Yuuri nodded, but then Yurio suddenly pulled back
just enough to look Yuuri in the eye. “Yuuri, we can run away. We can live out
in the woods or something, I don’t care. I don’t need school or any of this. I
just want you to be safe and happy and far away from that jerk.”
Yuuri smiled gently, temporarily pushing his questions about Viktor’s to the
back of his mind.
“Thank you for caring so much, but you know that’s not an easy solution. There
are bandits and other dangers waiting for us if we run away, and I can’t risk
you getting hurt.”
Yurio growled, remembering their old master. Now that Yuuri was omega, he was
basically guaranteed to live the rest of his life as a sex slave if they were
found by another gang of bandits. He’d had enough of that, but at the same
time, would Yuuri’s life end up any different if they chose not to run and were
returned to the Nikiforov mansion?
Yurio rubbed his face against Yuuri’s shirt in frustration. “But you shouldn’t
have to go back to that bastard! What if he hurts you again?”
“There’s no guarantee that he won’t, and I’m afraid of that possibility too,
but I want to at least let him hear how I feel, and I want to know what he
thinks too. Our bond is still incomplete and too vague for me to really
understand his feelings. Besides, I’ve already decided that I’m going to at
least try and resolve things between us.” Yuuri pulled his brother close again
and patted Yurio’s back. Doubts continued to linger in the back of his mind,
but he was determined to keep his feelings of uneasiness from making him lose
his nerve.
He can’t run away forever. He had to face it. Fix it, probably mend it so he
can move on.
The thought that Viktor wasn’t one of the people he could trust anymore was a
like a shot to the heart. He had unwittingly invested so much of himself in
Viktor, but Viktor had burned the faith and trust that Yuuri had accumulated
when he forced himself upon Yuuri and blackmailed him into obedience. Sometimes
Yuuri couldn’t believe that he still felt traces of those old feelings, even
when he remembered Viktor’s forceful hands and piercing words, but then he also
remembered Viktor’s desperate look when he had refused him.
Could Viktor have desired him if he wasn’t an omega? He might forever wonder if
Viktor would have been attracted to him without the pheromones… If Yuuri had
been an alpha or even a beta, would Viktor have acted the way he did? Would
Yuuri have eventually been faced with the forceful, demanding Viktor anyway? Or
would that side of him have laid dormant forever?
Whatever might have happened, he had to tell himself, this was the path that
his life had begun to head down. He never wanted to be an omega who brought out
the worst in the man he cared for, and he definitely never wanted to be an
omega who had to rely on an alpha to live. But he could sift through a thousand
different ways that everything could have ended up differently, and that
wouldn’t change the fact that Viktor had hurt him physically and emotionally.
It wouldn’t change the fact that Viktor had locked him in his bedroom and
threatened him about Yurio. It wouldn’t change the fact that Yuuri’s body still
yearned for Viktor and desperately wanted to complete their bond.
Suddenly his legs felt like lead, and his head was spinning.
“Yuuri!” In a flash, Phichit was at his side, catching him from the side as
Yurio kept him from immediately collapsing.
“Yuuri? Are you okay?” Yurio asked frantically.
“I’m okay…” Yuuri reassured as he tried to shake the dizziness away. Was this
an omega thing? Or was it something else?
“I think I just need some rest. I’ll go back to my room.”
“Then let us help you.” Phichit and Otabek both took a side and helped Yuuri
stand upright.
Yuuri sighed. “I’m okay, I can walk by myself. It’s no big deal.”
“Yuuri, stop being stubborn and lean on me. We just told you that we’re here to
support you, and that means literally too.”
Although he tried to protest further, Yuuri didn’t resist as Phichit pulled his
arm around his shoulder. “I really am okay…” Yuuri said with a pout.
“Just shut up and let us help you!” Yurio was under his right arm, having taken
Otabek’s place in holding him up.
Yuuri finally relented, and they brought him to his room to let him rest on his
bed. Phichit and Yurio pulled up the blankets and moved pillows into a more
comfortable position for him. Oddly, Yuuri felt even more uncomfortable because
their attentions brought back memories of how Viktor used to treat him whenever
he felt unhappy or upset.
He wasn’t that frail… He didn’t need to be looked after or cuddled...
Suddenly a tap on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. “Hey, Yuuri
have you been getting enough sleep...? You look exhausted.” Phichit looked at
him, concerned. “I told you to stay put and relax… I keep telling you, you
don’t need to stress yourself out. We can call in servants to do the cleaning
housework.”
Yuuri cringed upon hearing that. He was a slave… didn’t that put him on the
same level as Phichit’s servants?
“I’m just a little under the weather, Phichit. Honestly, I’m fine.”
Phichit gave him a disbelieving look. “If you say so.”
Yurio kicked off his shoes and snuggled into the spot next to Yuuri. “Sleep.
I’ll be here.”
Yuuri smiled at the gesture, but Phichit happened to choose that moment to turn
off the lights. Instead of saying anything, Yuuri breathed in his brother’s
familiar scent. He was reminded of the nights they used to spend together
whenever Yurio had nightmares. Suddenly the idea of sleep was very appealing.
“We’ll be out here if you need us,” Phichit said as he pulled Otabek out of the
room and started slowly closing the door. “Get tons of rest!” Phichit smiled
brightly before closing the door completely and leaving the two brothers alone.
The room was silent for a while as Yuuri stroked his brother’s hair and Yurio
snuggled up closer to Yuuri’s scent gland. “Even though you smell kind of like
that bastard now, I could still fall asleep to this scent...”
“Is that all I am to you? A scented teddy bear?”
The boy rubbed his cheek on Yuuri’s chest. “Well, you’re really soft and warm.
And now you’re even softer than you were before. Maybe because it’s because
you’re an omega now?”
Yuuri smiled sourly at that. He’d never liked how easy it was for his body to
get chubby, but at least it made his brother happy.
“Hey, Yurio… Did Viktor happen to say anything to you? About you, maybe, and
school? I mean- now that I'm gone- I don’t know if–”
“–he might pull me out of school?” Yuuri’s breath hitched, but Yurio shook his
head. “No. But it might still happen. I don’t care either way, but he looked
too weak to say anything about it when I saw him.”
Yuuri frowned. “Weak? Is he… Okay?”
An unsettling feeling enveloped his mind. Yuuri hadn’t heard anything about how
Viktor was doing, but what if the vague waves of pain that he sometimes felt
through the bond were more physical and less emotional?
Yurio snorted, “I’ll tell you when you wake up. Get some rest first.”
Yuuri looked at him sternly through the darkness. “Yurio, please just tell me.”
“Can’t we just rest first?”
“Yurio…” Yuuri pressed on, letting his insistence hang in the air. Finally
Yurio caved.
“If that bastard’s about to die then he deserves whatever the fuck is coming to
him!” he shouted. “You shouldn't have to worry about him or care about what
happens to him after he–”
“Yurio!” Yuuri said his name with the stern authority of an older sibling. “No
matter what terrible things a person has done, no one deserves to suffer and
die alone. Please. Just tell me what's happened to him.”
Shifting a little, Yurio stayed quiet for a moment. He seemed to mull over his
thoughts for a while, and then he buried his face in Yuuri’s chest.
“He got hurt on his last mission.” Yurio’s words came out muffled but coherent.
“He doesn't usually get badly injured in small skirmishes, but apparently some
rebel got him.”
Yuuri’s heart almost stopped. “Is.. is he ok? Is he getting better? Oh my god,
is that what I've been feeling through the bond–?”
“Even when he's cities away he's still forcing his feelings on you,” Yurio said
bitterly. Yuuri almost reprimanded him for the cold comment, but the boy
pressed on. “I can't forgive him for binding himself to you like that. You
never asked for it, and when I think about you going through what those omega
slaves went through with those bandits, I can't–” he choked off the end of his
sentence, and Yuuri pulled Yurio closer to stroke his hair soothingly.
“Me neither, Yurio. To be honest, I’m a little scared of facing him again, but
I just don’t want to disappear without any closure. And if I never saw him
again, then I think I might regret not talking to him again for the rest of my
life.” Yuuri paused, but Yurio didn’t respond, so he continued. “And you know,
the things that I’ve been feeling through the bond have been getting more and
more faint… At first I thought it was just that we had been spending so much
time apart, but Yurio… If he’s starting to fade…”
He let the sentence trail off as he considered the possibility. If Viktor was
really dying, then was it right for him to stay here? Yuuri felt his stomach
churn with worry. “Yurio, how was he when you went to see him?”
Yurio huffed, “He could talk and sit up, but he always sounded out of breath.
Minako said that it was supposed to take two months for him to heal, but I
don’t think he’s done much healing so far.”
Yuuri felt a pang of guilt and worry. What if Viktor actually did die before
Yuuri found the courage to talk to him again? He never would have thought that
‘The Viktor Nikiforov’ would make a mistake in battle, but maybe he was a
little more human than Yuuri had originally given him credit for. It was crazy,
that Yuuri hadn’t considered the thought while he was confined to Viktor’s bed,
but maybe they were all a little more human and a little more liable to make
mistakes than any of them had given themselves credit for.
”I… I want to see him. I need to see him.”
Yuuri spoke resolutely and sat up. Despite his apprehension and his inability
to forgive or forget what Viktor had done, he couldn’t just abandon him. Not
like this. And if he wanted to talk to Viktor again and tell him everything he
needed to hear, then it was now or never.
As Yuuri began pushing himself off the bed, Yurio held onto his wrist. “Yuuri,
you don’t have to do this. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Yuuri looked back at him with a small smile. “Maybe not, but I still owe him my
life.”
Yurio closed his eyes in exasperation. “I still don’t approve this.”
“I know. But I think it’ll turn out alright.”
Yurio huffed and slid off the bed, pulling Yuuri up with him. “I’m coming with
you.”
Yuuri grinned and ruffled his little brother’s hair.
“Thank you. Now let’s go find Phichit.”
 
 
…
 
The world was pitch black. He couldn’t see anything, but there were muffled
murmurs surrounding him. It was like he was floating, immobile, detached…
What had happened? Why was it so cold? He tried to turn his head, but he
couldn’t be sure if he had moved at all.
Panicking slightly, he tried to push himself up. He needed to do something, go
somewhere... But why? And where?
Suddenly his heart ached. He felt like there was a void where his chest was. It
was as if he had been clinging to something for so long that it had become a
part of him, but then that something had disappeared. He grasped at the feeling
and sometimes even felt like he had brushed against what he was looking for,
but every time he got closer it was lost again.
Then there was a lurch of undeniably physical pain. Was he wounded?
Ah, that’s right, he had been hurt, but how? He usually would have never let
that happen. He tried to remember, but the pain began to subside, and so did
his anchor.
Just as he felt that he was about to fade away again, he heard a voice. A deep,
commanding, authoritative voice… The general…? His father…?
He tried to will himself to move towards that sound and grasp it, but already
it was becoming more and more faint.
“Father!” He tried to cry out, but he couldn’t hear his own voice, and it was
still so dark...
“Father! Don’t leave! Please!”
It was useless. he couldn’t make a sound… His father’s voice had disappeared.
But oddly, another voice had taken its place. Willing himself to listen closer,
he managed to catch some words.
“He should… completely fine… more depression than… emotional support… rejection
effect... declining...mate perhaps?”
He didn’t know this voice. But he knew the next one, and he heard it loud and
clear.
“Yuuri isn’t here.”
It was Chris. But why was he here? Even through his haze, he could tell that
Chris sounded exhausted, worn… That wasn’t like him.
But more than Chris presence, the words he spoke stood out. Yuuri. Yuuri. He
knew what was missing now. Where was Yuuri? Where was his love? He had to find
him, had to apologize to him. He just had to see him again. Did Chris know
where he was?
“Yuuri?” He tried to ask. But again, nothing came out.
“Yuuuuri. Yuu–ri.” He tried again and again, but his mouth wouldn’t open and
his tongue wouldn’t work.
Pressure built up in his throat, and he wondered if there were tears in his
eyes. Was this a part of his punishment? He couldn’t even call the name of his
beloved now. But then again, did he even deserve to say his name? If he called
out and Yuuri didn’t come, if Chris didn’t know where he was, then he didn’t
even have the right to be disappointed, did he?
Nevertheless, he felt nothing but heart crushing disappointment now. He was
trapped in the darkness with no hope of finding a light or an exit. How much
had he made Yuuri suffer before his sweet, earnest, gentle omega finally
decided that being anywhere else was better than being with him?
“Hold on, doc, I think… I think he’s crying? Is he awake? Viktor, are you
awake?”
Was he awake? He wasn't sure. If he woke up, would they let him see Yuuri and
apologize to him?
“Yuuri...” Viktor finally managed to say out loud. “Yuuri?” He tried to open
his eyes too, but it was too bright. Nevertheless, he would keep pushing
himself if there was a chance he could see Yuuri again.
“I’m sorry Viktor... Yuuri’s not here.”
His heart sank. He felt like he had been on the verge of picking himself up,
but then the carpet had been pulled out from under him, and now he was falling
into a bottomless pit. His heart ached, and a devastating wave of loneliness
crashed over him. He didn't want to wake up to a world without Yuuri. And Yuuri
wasn't here. Of course Yuuri wasn’t here. Of course Yuuri wouldn’t want to be
anywhere near him. Yuuri didn’t want him.
Yuuri didn’t want him.
He deserved to be stranded and alone in this cold, dark place. For making his
innocent omega cry. For making the boy he loved scared. For using the
kindheartedness of the world’s loveliest human being against him. It was all
because he couldn’t control his desires or his fears or his insecurities. He
adored Yuuri, but he had ended up no better than the bastard leader of the
bandits. He would give anything to go back and do things differently. He would
do anything to turn back the clock and shower Yuuri with all the love he
deserved.
But he knew he couldn’t. He had dug his own grave as he dug the hole in his
heart. Now that he thought about it, the hole had been there long before he met
Yuuri. It had been taking shape since he lost his mother and lost his ability
to trust other people. The hole had only grown as he had grown up, but he had
gotten used to it until Yuuri appeared. Only in the moments after Yuuri was
gone from his life had he ever noticed how empty he really was.
“Yuuri...” He knew that he deserved whatever punishment the world deemed
necessary for him, but he couldn’t drown in his empty longing just yet. Somehow
he had to find the strength to stay awake just long enough to protect Yuuri one
more time, in the only way he could. Wherever Yuuri was, he could still do
something to keep him safe from the alphas buying on the slave market. That
thought alone could keep him from falling into the darkness forever. So he
would try to wake up eventually. Eventually….
For now, he could take little rest...
 
…
 
When Yuuri and Yurio found Phichit, he had been talking to Otabek about
something downstairs. Phichit had automatically tried to get Yuuri to go back
to bed, but Yuuri insisted on being heard. When Yuuri told him that he wanted
to get back to the Nikiforov mansion as soon as possible, Phichit had to ask
Yuuri if he was 100% sure about his choice before he called Celestino and got
the car ready. Otabek excused himself and went back to school after promising
to keep quiet about everything, and once Phichit, Yurio, and Yuuri were on the
road again, the former two teamed up to convince Yuuri to get some sleep. It
was only after Yuuri was safely snoring that Phichit called Minako to tell her
that they were on their way.
Yuuri slept through nearly the entire trip, and Yurio’s eyes fell shut
somewhere around the halfway point. Only Phichit and Celestino were awake to
see the mansion come into view with Minako standing there and waiting there for
them in front of it.
Phichit carefully tried to maneuver Yuuri off his shoulder without waking him
or his brother (who was leaning on Yuuri’s shoulder), but still ended up waking
them both by accident.
“Sorry to wake you guys, but… we’re here. And so is Minako, so we should go and
see her.”
Yuuri groaned, but he nodded and pulled himself out of the car with Phichit
while Yurio took a little more time to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Yuuri
looked back at his brother one more time before walking up to Minako.
Surprisingly when he and Phichit reached her, she threw her arms around Yuuri
and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
“Welcome back, Yuuri,” she said. “And thank you, Phichit, for looking after
him,” she said over Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri hugged her back, glad that she was
ok.
“Thank you, actually, for letting him take me away for a while. It really
helped," he told her. She smiled fondly to him, and the omega remembered why he
was here.
"How’s Viktor?” he asked as she let him go.
Immediately she sighed, and her face fell. She looked a lot more tired than
Yuuri remembered.
“The last time he woke up was about two weeks ago. I’ve heard that sometimes he
talks in his sleep, but he hasn’t opened his eyes in a while.”
Phichit’s eyes widened. It had been at least three weeks since Viktor had come
home from that mission, right? And after it had happened, Phichit had heard
that the wound didn’t even seem to be lethal. Viktor should be on the road to
recovery by now, but actually he had been getting worse? Yuuri was just as
shocked. He had only just heard about Viktor’s injury from Yurio, but he hadn’t
realized that Viktor couldn’t even wake up.
“What happened?” Phichit and Yuuri asked simultaneously. Phichit looked over at
Yuuri worriedly. He wondered if maybe he should have mentioned Viktor’s injury
to him when he heard about it.
“Two weeks ago, he was speaking to his father, and his wound reopened,” Minako
explained. “There was a doctor on site who just barely managed to get him back
and re-stitch the wound, but Viktor hasn’t opened his eyes since. The blood is
quite a lot.”
They were all quiet for a minute, but then Yuuri looked to the front door with
determination.
“I want to see him. I- I just need to see him.” Tears threatened to pool in his
eyes, but he blinked them back. “Please?”
Minako sighed. “The general hasn’t been very keen on letting visitors in.”
Yuuri’s heart constricted at the thought of Viktor’s father. Viktor was the
general’s only family now, wasn’t he? The two only had each other, and if
Viktor died... Yuuri couldn’t imagine how the general would be. If Yurio died
and left Yuuri alone… No wonder the general was so worried. But even so, even
if Viktor could never speak to him again, Yuuri was determined to see him at
least one more time.
“I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. Phichit, tell Yurio where I’m going.”
With that, Yuuri made his way to the front door of the mansion and let himself
inside.
Once inside the house, Yuuri quickly kicked off his shoes and practically ran
to Viktor’s room. There wasn’t a single thought in his head as he breezed
through the halls. Eventually, he reached the hallway of Viktor’s room, and he
saw a handful of slaves and a medic gathered in front of the door. They looked
up as he approached, and Yuuri saw that they all had bags under their eyes.
Yuuri looked away to avoid the judgement that he knew would be on their faces
and walked up to the door. It was then that the medic stopped him.
“Mister Nikiforov is currently undergoing a check up. No one is allowed
inside.”
Yuuri froze for a minute, unsure of how to respond. He needed to see Viktor,
but he hadn’t thought this through...
“He’s the master’s mate.” Yuuri looked up in surprise upon hearing the voice.
He hadn’t realize Minako had followed him, panting a bit. “Please let him
inside,” she said sternly.
“Mate?” The medic looked at Yuuri for a moment, and then the bonding mark
caught his eye. He nodded understandingly, stepped aside to let Yuuri enter.
Suddenly faced with the door to Viktor, anxiety began to creep back under his
skin, and he hesitated. How did Viktor feel about him, after Yuuri had
disappeared? Would he be angry with him when he woke up? Yuuri was afraid of
Viktor waking up and treating him like he did after his heat, but he was also
afraid of Viktor never waking up at all. And if he went in there, would it even
make a difference? If Viktor was too weak to wake up, then what could Yuuri
even do? He must have hesitated for too long because the medic put a hand on
his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s ok. Opening that door might be a little scary, but you’d surprised
at how effective support from a mate can be when a patient’s recovering. I’ve
been in the field for years, and I swear it works wonders. Just take a breath,
go in, and sit by his side for a little bit. It could help a lot more than you
think.” The medic gave an encouraging smile that Minako mirrored. So Yuuri
smiled back, took a breath, and pushed the door in.
When the door swung open, Yuuri was faced with the sight of Chris and the
general standing around the bed with a doctor. They all looked up when the door
opened, and the general looked like he was about to say something before he
registered Yuuri’s face. Suddenly Yuuri was paralyzed.
“Um… I- I’m sorry, I can leave and come back–“
“No!” Chris and the general exclaimed at the same time, and Yuuri jumped a
little in surprise. The general left his side of the bed and quickly went to
pull Yuuri into the room.
“No, No, here, come here,” he said as he closed the door and brought Yuuri to a
chair at Viktor’s bedside. “The doctor’s just about finished, so we’ll go, and
you can sit here.” He sat Yuuri down in the chair and squeezed his shoulders.
Chris smiled tiredly at him.
“General, please, give the poor boy some room to breathe.” Chris chuckled with
the ghost of his usual easygoing humor. “Yuuri, you have no idea how glad we
are to see you again… I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you to
come back, but Viktor’s only been asking for you.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened, and he looked up at the general to see if he would
contradict the statement. But when he looked, he saw only the grave, solemn
face of a man who looked much older than he did the last time Yuuri saw him.
“Yuuri, I sincerely apologize for my son’s behavior. He’s young, full of fault,
and neither of us have ever been any good at expressing how we feel. But he’s
still my son. He’s still my pride and joy and the only family I have left.” His
voice broke a little, and Yuuri was stunned at the sight of the empire’s most
reknown general breaking down in front of him. “Please Yuuri, I know I have no
right to ask this of you, but please… stay by his side. Say, do whatever you
can to bring him back.” Yuuri noticed tears pooling in the wrinkled corners of
the general’s blue eyes. His irises were just a little lighter than Viktors’.
Similarly, Chris looked at Yuuri pleadingly. He felt sympathy for the omega,
but he also didn’t want his best friend to die.
“I can’t promise that I’ll save him,” Yuuri said, turning to the shockingly
pale figure on the bed. The man lying there looked nothing like the terrifying
alpha who had destroyed the foundations of his world on the very bed he was
laying on. No, this man was frail, hooked up to an IV, and just barely
breathing. Yuuri put a hand on his cheek. “But for now, I’ll stay by his side.”
 
…
Twitch.
His ears twitched at the sound of a voice. It was muddled, but it was familiar
somehow. He automatically tried to block it out, but the voice didn’t stop
speaking. It was different from most of the voices he usually heard. This voice
was gentle, calm, smooth… It was almost like….
Could it be? Viktor was struggling to hear the voice more clearly now. He was
almost afraid to hope, but if there was any chance that the voice he was
hearing was the one he had wanted to hear the most… If it was really his
beautiful, soft speaking Yuuri… He needed to hear more.
“Viktor, wake up.”
Those three words suddenly had Viktor’s heart soaring. Or rather, the voice
that said those three words did. He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was
really Yuuri, wasn't it? He wasn’t delusional, was he? It had to be his mate.
His Yuuri. His omega. His mate.
‘Yuuri, I’m sorry!’ He tried to answer, but no sound came out.
‘I shouldn’t done that to you! I’m a terrible alpha who doesn't deserve you!’
He tried to scream, but again, nothing came out.
“Viktor, I’m here… And I have a lot to say to you. So, wake up.” He heard
Yuuri’s gentle voice again, but his voice still wouldn't work, and he'd never
wanted to scream out in frustration more.
‘I want to talk to you too! I’ll wake up, just please, please wait for me,
Yuuri...’
Yuuri. Yuuri, was really here! How did he wake up? What if he took so long that
Yuuri gave up and left? That couldn't happen. He had to wake up and apologize
for betraying his love. He had to ask to earn the right to hold him again. He
had to see him again.
“Viktor, your father needs you here. Chris needs you here. I need you here.
Please...come back.”
Everyone’s waiting.
‘I’m trying, I’ll do whatever it takes!’ He could imagine that Yuuri’s voice
was a light in the darkness. If he followed it, then maybe he could leave this
cold, dark place.
‘Just wait a little longer, Yuuri. Wait for me…”
 
…
 
“How is he?”
Yuuri jumped a little in his seat when Phichit walked in and suddenly spoke up.
He rubbed his eyes, looking up at a machine on the other side of Viktor’s bed
before looking back at his friend.
“He hasn't woken up yet,” Yuuri answered as he gently touched Viktor’s face.
“But Chris told me that he's doing better. The doctor said that his emotional
state’s improved drastically over these past five days, and that it's really
helping him heal. He also told me to keep talking to Viktor, so that's mostly
what I've been doing.”
Phichit looked at Yuuri worriedly. “What about you?”
“I’m fine.” He touched the bond mark on his neck. “He’s getting stronger. I can
feel him react when I talk to him sometimes. Hopefully that means he'll wake up
soon.”
Phichit patted his back gently. “Yuuri. You should get some rest. Viktor
wouldn't want you to force yourself like this.”
“Well, he's not awake, so he can't tell me to leave.” He played with the end of
the blanket. “Besides, for some reason, I don't want to leave.” Yuuri smiled
and bent down to pat Makkachin, who had fallen asleep at his feet.
“Yuuri, you should look after your own health too. Yurio’s been telling me that
you've been getting dizzy and looking pale these days.”
Yuuri sighed and scratched Makkachin’s head lightly. “I’m okay. I”ll rest in a
little bit.”
Phichit pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.
“I get that he's hot, but that doesn't mean you should cut him any slack when
he wakes up. Maybe he still cares for you, and maybe doesn't, but either way,
the way he treated you was unforgivable.”
Yuuri cringed at the reminder. “Well, we can only wait for him to wake up to
find out...”
Pichit groaned, “Ahhh, if only he was healthy, then I could punch his pretty
little face for doing that to my best friend.”
Yuuri laughed. “Or send him dog poop.”
They both laughed and fell into a comfortable silence. For a while they simply
sat there with Yuuri occasionally running his fingers through Viktor’s hair.
After twenty minutes or so, Phichit got up to stretch his legs.
“I'm heading down to the kitchen for a bit. Knowing you, you haven't eaten, so
I'm getting you some food. No complaints.”
Yuuri rolled his eyes, and Phichit answered with a smile.
“I’ll be back soon~!”
When Phichit left, the room fell silent again. Yuuri shifted his feet, and
Makkachin woke up. She looked around to reorient herself, and then put her paws
on his lap. He laughed as she licked his face.
“Hey Makkachin, do you think he’ll wake up soon?” he asked, looking over at
Viktor’s form on the bed.
The poodle barked sadly and laid her head on his lap.
“I miss him. The old Viktor. I like to think that he still is ‘the old Viktor,’
but I'm a little scared that he'll wake up and do those things to me again.”
Yuuri continued to pet Makkachin distractedly.
“I know he's still Viktor, but when gets like that…. It's like I don't know him
anymore.”
Makkachin barked again and climbed onto his lap. She rested her head on Yuuri’s
chest contentedly as he held her, and he chuckled. After a while, it became
clear the she was getting a little too comfortable, and Yuuri had to
reluctantly set her down before she fell asleep on him. As soon as she was on
the ground, she curled up at his feet again. He smiled and turned to check on
Viktor again.
His heart stopped.
Looking back at him was a far too familiar pair of stunning blue eyes. They
looked a little dazed as Viktor scanned the room, but they froze when they fell
upon Yuuri. Yuuri didn't dare to move or speak.
Then a smile bloomed on the face that he knew so well.
“Yuuri... Still as beautiful as ever…”
 
…
 
After saying those words, Viktor passed out again. Yuuri let the doctor and
some slaves know that Viktor had woken up briefly.
When the general heard, he came in and hugged Yuuri fiercely with all kinds of
words of gratitude. Then, upon seeing how tired Yuuri looked, he quickly
ushered Yuuri out of the room to go rest in a proper bed with a promise to
watch over Viktor until Yuuri had gotten a chance to sleep properly.
Yuuri shifted in his bed. A wave of dizziness came over him, and he closed his
eyes. He slept well into the evening, and when he returned to Viktor’s room,
the general told him that Viktor had woken up again, and that they'd managed to
talk brielfy. The doctor had come in too, and he had nothing but good things to
say about Viktor's progress.
Of all things Viktor could have said, why did he have to say something so lame?
It was so cheesy, so ridiculous, so extra…. So Viktor. He blushed. The fact
that Viktor was able to open his eyes and speak, that was a good thing, and
that's all that mattered.
A few hours before midnight, Phichit dropped by to say good bye before heading
back to school. He brought Yurio, and Yuuri managed to convince his brother to
go back to school with Phichit. They all then traded their farewells and Yurio
hugged Yuuri tightly and told him to take care of himself.
When they left, Yuuri thought about how much he missed school. He missed
school, but he knew that the sooner he got used to the idea of never returning,
the better off he'd be. Phichit had left behind the past week’s notes so that
Yuuri could study them, but Yuuri knew that it would be too much for him to
keep asking that Phichit do this for him.
 
...
 
‘Yuuri...’
The omega had fallen asleep next to his hand. Viktor started push himself up
into a sitting position, but his bones cracked as he moved. The alpha flinched
as he leaned on the headboard of the bed. He really needed to move around more.
The alpha stopped his movements to regard at the figure laying his head on the
bedside. The blanket on Yuuri's back was slipping, so Viktor pulled it back up
to Yuuri’s neck. However, once he caught sight of the omega’s face, he couldn't
help but stop and admire Yuuri’s long lashes, soft black hair, and cute button
nose.
He was so beautiful, and Viktor couldn't stop looking at him. He could stare at
him forever, the alpha moved to touch him, to prove he was really there, but
then he saw Yuuri stirring in his sleep, he froze. Viktor watched as Yuuri’s
pretty brown eyes fluttered open and his arm wiped away a bit of drool that had
escaped his lips.
“Mmm… Viktor…?” So cute. If Viktor wasn't awake, then he was in heaven for
sure.
“Hello Yuuri.” Viktor moved to caress Yuuri’s face lovingly, but then Yuuri
automatically flinched away with a look of fear.
Instantly, Viktor’s heart, which had been on cloud nine, crashed hard onto the
ground.
That's right, he didn't deserve heaven. His heart squeezed as he saw for
himself the damage he had done. He pulled his hands away awkwardly with a
grimace.
“Yuuri… I am so sorry. For everything. I did something terrible to you, and you
didn't deserve any of it.” Yuuri’s eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting
Viktor to apologize to him immediately. He means, the alphas in this country
didn’t really regard omega as human being. So he is surprised that an alpha
would apologize to him.
Viktor looked at him with guilty look, “I don't know how believable this will
be to you, but even before you presented, I'd always wanted you to be mine. I
wanted to hold you and spoil you and keep you close to me always. I wanted to
be the only one you needed because I thought that you'd never leave me then. I
wanted so much from you, and when I saw you presenting on my bed, I thought
that you must have wanted me too. When I– when I bonded you, I saw it as a way
of tying you to me forever. I thought that I would finally have what I wanted,
but I never even considered how you must have felt. I ignored every sign that
you were scared and confused, and I am so sorry that I let what I wanted
outweight how you felt.”
Yuuri looked at him, stunned. Of all the reactions he had expected from Viktor,
that had not been one of them. He'd never thought that Viktor thought about him
that way… But he had some words for Viktor too. He took a breath.
“Viktor, during and after my heat, I was completely terrified. I admired you, I
looked up to you, I trusted you.” His voice is shaking with emotions, “You were
my kindhearted savior who forgave me for nearly killing your father and then
caught the bandits that killed my family.”
He took a breath, and brace his heart to continue,“But when you found me during
my heat, I saw the look in your eyes, and I couldn't find a trace of the Viktor
I'd come to know and love. And then… Well… I'd never really had s-sex before,
and my only memories associated with it all come from the bandits that took
over my hometown. So of course I was scared when you climbed into the bed, but
then you didn't stop when my heat was over, you threatened my brother, you
locked me in your room… Viktor, I wasn't just scared and confused. I was hurt
and betrayed by the man I had admired. My idol. My hero.”
Viktor winced. He was a real monster… It was no wonder Yuuri left him. He
really had messed this up.
“I don't think any apology in the world is enough to make up for what I've done
to you.” He breathed out, frustrated with himself. Yuuri felt a surge of guilt
and self-loathing pulse through the bond.
“I understand if you’re… scared of me… but I really am grateful that you’re
here. I’m really glad that you– you came back for me.” A tear rolled down his
cheek without him noticing. He couldn't believe that after everything he'd put
Yuuri through, Yuuri still came back for him. He didn't have to, but he did. It
was just more proof that Yuuri was an angel with a heart of gold. He wanted to
prove to Yuuri that he was willing to repent for what he had done.
He will sacrifice all of his being for Yuuri’s happiness. Viktor shut his eyes,
hands clenching the sheets.
“Yuuri, I want to try and push a new law to help give omegas the protections
given to alphas and betas. Nobody deserves to go through what you did, and it's
not fair that you happened to have an undervalued secondary gender. I want to
ensure your safety and make sure that you can be happy if anything ever happens
to me.”
Yuuri’s heart rate sped up, his eyes widened, almost disbelieving what he just
heard. “Viktor, are you serious…?”
Viktor nodded, solemn look on his face, “Dead serious. I want to fight for
omega rights. I want to make it so that omegas can work for their freedom like
alphas and betas.”
Yuuri nearly stopped breathing. “Omega rights...?” but then a worried look take
over his face, “You do realize that slave traders and nobles will oppose you,
right?”
Viktor smiled. “I know it. But if I can't do this, who can? Who will? I need to
do something to ensure your safety if something happened to me.”
For a moment, there was silence. It was like Viktor wanted to go somewhere far
away.
“W-where do you want to go? I-I just got you back.”
His lips trembling, after he heard the news about Viktor’s condition it’s like
his heart has stopped for a moment.
He hesitantly put his hand over Viktor’s on the bed. Unconsciously hoping that
it would prevent the man from disappearing from his grasp.
“Don’t leave me, I still need you. You still have a lot to fix everything…”
what he really afraid is losing the alpha. He just got him back, there’s no way
Yuuri can bear if he lost him again.
“But...you're right. If anyone can pull this off, it's you...” Yuuri said
sincerely, shutting his eyes. Trying to accept their future and secretly proud
of Viktor that the alpha has considered this for the omegas. For him. “So I'll
support you, and if I can help in any way, then please let me know.”
“Yuuri…” Viktor’s heart was ready to burst with happiness. Yuuri was still
willing to stand with him despite everything he had done to him. He really
wanted to pull Yuuri into a hug, but he didn't want to see Yuuri pull away
again. Besides, there was something else more important he wanted to address.
Viktor glance to him, asking with serious look on his face, “Yuuri, do you like
school?”
Yuuri smiled shyly and looked down to the floor. He moved his hands back to his
lap then nodded.
“Y-yes. I like learning, and almost no one at the school treats me differently
for being a slave. Also, Phichit’s there, and he's the most amazing kind of
friend.”
Viktor forced himself to smile. Phichit seemed like a great person, but he
couldn't help but feel a little jealous… But if Yuuri did choose Phichit or
someone else over Viktor, Viktor would force himself to accept it. He owed
Yuuri that choice. Although it would feel like dying for him.
Viktor leaned back against the headboard. “Yuuri, if… If you want, you can go
back to school. I won’t force you to stay here. I can try to re-enroll you
back…”
Yuuri looked at him with wide, barely believing eyes. Was this a dream?
“A-are you serious, Viktor?”
Viktor noticed the sparkle of hope in Yuuri’s expressive brown eyes. If he
hadn't been serious before, he definitely was now.
“Dead serious.”
“So… I can go back to school and get an education…?”
Viktor smiled gently and nodded. “I’ll talk to the headmaster, and if he tries
to deny your reenrollment, then I can get my uncle involved.”
Yuuri frowned and then realized, “Wait. Uncle? Yo-you mean the king?”
Viktor scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Yes, actually... He favors
me a bit, and I think he'd be willing to do something about your situation.”
Yuuri almost feel happy for it but then he think about Viktor’s position, “But…
won't people think less of you?”
“Yuuri.” Viktor stopped and looked at him seriously, “You are my everything. I
would do anything for you. I know you don't like depending on others, and if a
chance for independence will make you happy, then I'll do anything to give it
to you.”
His heart felt like it was gonna burst with happiness, “Viktor….”
Viktor raised his hand slowly, unsure if Yuuri would be comfortable with the
gesture and giving him plenty of time to pull back. But Yuuri could clearly
feel that Viktor had no ill intent and didn't move as Viktor took his hand
cautiously, like holding something so precious.
“I’m sorry for not being good to you. I promise to spend the rest of my life
making up for it. Your happiness is far more important to me. Please give me a
chance, Yuuri. I’d like to court you properly and earn your love the way I
should have. Please.”
Yuuri blushed hard. Why was Viktor like this? The way he said that had been so
sweet it was embarrassing.
“I- I need time. I- um- I’ll go get you some water, so please, wait here?”
Yuuri hurried to the door and left Viktor in the room, smiling sadly. He
continued looking to the door where Yuuri had disappeared through.
“I’ll work hard for this, Yuuri. Please wait for me. I won’t disappoint you
this time.”
Viktor fought to stay awake to see Yuuri return, but without Yuuri’s
conversation to distract him, unconsciousness was quickly taking over him
again. By the time Yuuri returned, Viktor was already asleep again.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Where our heart lies *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry for the long wait and I doubt anyone wait for this? Lol But
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Chapter 15
The water inside the white bowl had already been emptied into the sink, and the
cloth he had been using to wipe away Viktor’s sweat was hanging to dry. Yuuri
finally felt like he could relax. Menial work usually helped fend off his
anxiety and made it easier for him to think clearly.
He went back to Viktor’s room to check on him again. Upon hearing the sound of
the bathroom door being opened, the room’s sole resident looked up and frowned
when he saw Yuuri walk in. Yuuri saw his hand curl up before laying down flat
on the blanket again.
“Yuuri, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it… but I’m fine here. You need to
rest more.”
Yuuri gave him a disapproving look, and Viktor flinched. “But your fever just
went down last night. I’m okay. I’m not weak.”
For a second, Viktor internally panicked, afraid he’d somehow hurt Yuuri’s
pride. “T-that’s not what I meant! I mean- I know you’re strong, but you look
pale these days... Please check in with the doctor, Yuuri. He’ll be coming in
later this evening to check on me, but I’m sure he won’t mind looking over you
too.”
Yuuri sighed and shook his head, “Don’t worry about me, just worry about
yourself. You just caught a fever out of nowhere, and you’re still not stable
even if your condition is improving.” Yuuri move into the chair beside the bed
and put his right hand on Viktor’s forehead, checking his fever.
“It’s gone down,” he said with a relieved breath, but then his eyes met
Viktor’s, and suddenly they were both blushing. Yuuri quickly retracted his
hand. “S-sorry! I just touched your head without thinking! I just-!”
Viktor smiled shyly and chuckled. “No, it’s okay. I’m just a little surprised…
and very happy.” His smile grew into a grin. “You can even pat my head if you
like.”
The man before Yuuri didn’t seem like an alpha. He just looked like… a child.
Ridiculously gleeful about the simplest thing. Yuuri actually almost patted
Viktor’s head before he caught himself. He pulled his hand back, and the
hopeful look in Viktor’s eyes turned mournful.
“I- I’m going back to my room for the night. Minako-sensei will be nearby if
you need anything!” Yuuri pushed himself out of the chair and quickly made his
way to the door.
“Yuuri!”
Viktor had called out without thinking, and Yuuri flinched before looking back.
The look on Viktor’s face was a mix of of sadness, uncertainty, and guilt.
“Um- I hope you have a good sleep. Please rest well and eat a lot!” Viktor
forced a smile for him, and Yuuri nodded slightly.
“Um, I will...” He almost didn’t want to leave the room with Viktor looking
like a kicked puppy.
After a slow walk to the door, Yuuri paused and gripped the door knob. “See you
later, Viktor.”
Without turning back again, Yuuri closed the door and quickly stepped into the
corridor.
Taking care of Viktor had certainly kept Yuuri busy and distracted for the past
two weeks. The omega felt a sense of pride at being useful to someone, even if
he was a bit tired and the queasiness in his belly hadn’t subsided. In fact,
he’d had to hide the fact that he’d been vomiting repeatedly for the past week.
He thought it was just a stomach bug that would go away with time, but maybe he
really should follow Viktor’s advice and talk to the doctor later...
But the thought was lost when Yuuri started thinking about his relationship
with Viktor these days. They were a little more… Awkward now, though Yuuri
couldn’t really say that was surprising. After everything that's happened… He
wasn’t really sure how to act around Viktor either, and it was strange how
different things were now…
Yuuri shook his head. He should just focus on nursing Viktor back to health and
deal with whatever comes next.
The omega walked down the hall until he reached his room, opening it and
letting the familiar scent hit him. Suddenly a yawn escaped his mouth. His body
felt so tired and sluggish... The queasiness in his belly hadn’t calmed down,
but Yuuri ignored it. Closing his eyes, he let the darkness envelope him.
He hoped that meeting with the doctor would do him some good.
 
…
 
 
What surprised Yuuri the next day was that it wasn’t just the doctor coming to
visit Viktor. The King- Viktor’s uncle - was there too, complete with his guard
and his stoic expression. As usual, he was all hard edges and blunt gruffness,
but standing impatiently in the hallway, he didn’t seem as scary as he once
did. Yuuri quickly saw himself out of Viktor’s room to give the two some
privacy.
Viktor talked to the King for a long time, and the conversation sounded heated
from outside the door. There were loud noises and yelling for sure. Yuuri was
curious about what they were talking about, but just before he was about to ask
a guard if they should check on the two, the door burst open, and the King was
leading his guard down the hall and back to the entrance of the house. When he
passed Yuuri, his eyes widened and he paused for a minute, only to sigh before
turning back around and continuing on his way.
Yuuri wondered what that was about. For a split second the most powerful man in
the country looked completely stunned.
Walking back into the room, Yuuri was about to ask Viktor and his uncle were
talking about, but the look on Viktor’s face immediately told Yuuri that he
didn’t want to talk about it. Seeing Yuuri’s apprehension, Viktor smiled and
tried to change the atmosphere of the room.
“You should stay here and let the doctor check on you after he’s done with me.”
Yuuri frowned, looking away before finally giving in with a sigh. He nodded,
and Viktor beamed as he patted the space beside him. Yuuri took the silent
invitation to sit while being mindful of Viktor’s space. The room was silent
for an awkward moment before Viktor spoke again.
“Yuuri, about school... There’s been some complications, and I can’t re-enroll
you right away… The school’s full of alphas and betas, and even Yakov is having
a hard time convincing the school board to change its mind... But I’m not
giving up yet. I’m looking to hire a teacher willing to teach you until we can
get you re-enrolled, and Lillia’s willing to teach you whenever she has the
time.” The alpha can’t help but shiver at the memory of Lilia from his school
years. She’d made a lasting impression on young Viktor to say the least.
“To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her looking forward to anything so
much.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened in surprise. “Lilia? The school doctor?”
“Ah, yes. As you may have heard, she was a famous military surgeon and a very
good teacher. She heard about what happened and offered to teach you. She
mentioned that a few of her colleagues are willing to support you too.” Yuuri
was speechless. Someone actually wanted to teach him and support him. The
school doctor may look scary, but she was also apparently incredibly kind.
Sure Yuuri was sad to hear that the school board was reluctant to give in, but
Yuuri was touched by all of Viktor’s efforts. He was really doing all he could
to help.
“Thank you so much, Viktor. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Viktor smiled. “She says that everyone should have an equal chance at
education, omega or otherwise. Don’t worry about anything. She supports you,
and I heard that Phichit’s been passing around a petition to the students to
bring you back to school. ”
That news made Yuuri almost burst in tears. He didn’t realize how much was
being done for him…
They fell silent for a while, Yuuri speechless and Viktor fidgeting with his
blanket. Eventually the alpha broke the silence. “Yuuri, when I’m better, would
you—um, would you go out with me? We can walk around town and bring Makkachin
and eat in the park or in a restaurant… But only if you want to! I’m not
pressuring you, and you have every right to say no.” A hint of fear and
nervousness were audible in his voice, and both of Viktor’s hands were
clutching his blanket hard.
Yuuri scratched his cheek, blushing slightly and heart thumping a little
harder. “Ah... well... O-okay. But only when you’re completely cleared.”
Reluctantly, Viktor’s hand moved to touch Yuuri’s gently, giving him every
chance to pull away. When Yuuri didn’t move or flinch away, he lifted his hand
and kissed it, resulting in a soft red tint on the lovely omega’s cheeks. “I
won’t disappoint you. I’ll do whatever it takes to regain your trust and make
up for everything I’ve done.”
Yuuri chuckled a little. Despite everything, Yuuri couldn’t help but give a
teasing smile. “Say that to me when you’re all strong and healed up- you’re not
as believable while you’re laying here like a weak old man.”
Viktor’s hand automatically went to his hair. “Yuuriii, my hair is gray, but
I’m not old yet!” he whined as Yuuri laughed beside him. Instantly, Viktor’s
chest filled with warmth.
As long as Yuuri was smiling, nothing else mattered. Not even his receding
hairline.
Their eyes met, and Yuuri’s fond smile made his heart stop. It was sweet and
soothing and the embodiment of everything good and pure in the world. And then
the memory that he’d taken that smile away even for a second made his heart
plummet.
“Yuuri… I’m a terrible alpha. I’m a terrible person, and I don’t deserve you,
but being with you makes me forget about everything bad in life and I mean
every word when I say I’ll become someone worthy of you. I still hope for
something more between us, and I’ll work until you can be comfortable with me
again.” Yuuri’s breath hitched when Viktor squeezed his hand gently, the red
tint in his cheeks coming back. “I’d also like to ask officially… if you would
let me court you? You don’t have to reciprocate right away or ever even, if you
don’t want to, but please give me one more chance.”
Breathing deeply, Yuuri took both of their hands, rubbing over Viktor’s thumbs
lightly. Lately Viktor had been making clear efforts to give Yuuri his personal
space. He was far less touchy feely than he used to be, and he was far more
cautious about anything that might make Yuuri unhappy or uncomfortable. But
Yuuri was still a little apprehensive.
“... What if I wasn't an omega? Would you still be asking me that?” Yuuri
didn't think he could take it if Viktor only wanted him because he was supposed
to be some easy submissive–
“Well of course!”
Viktor was chuckling as Yuuri’s eyes widened at his response. “Omega or not,
you’re still Yuuri. My one and only. I could never want anyone else besides
you.”
Hearing proud, beautiful Viktor say something like that, Yuuri had to blink
back a tears. He couldn’t even form words, and Viktor panicked a little bit
upon seeing his face. Had he upset Yuuri again somehow?
But before Viktor could say anything, Yuuri took a breath, “You know, I always
thought you only wanted me because I am an omega… I thought I was just
something for you to use and take advantage of and get tired of...”
“Yuuri…” Viktor’s hands moved to his head and patted his hair gently, eyes
looking sad because his love think he is only worthy to pursue because he is an
omega.
“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that… but I want you to know that I’ve never
only wanted you because you’re an omega. I would have felt the same way even if
you were an alpha or a beta.”
Those lovely chocolate orbs looked glassy when he turned back at Viktor. “Even
if I couldn’t give you kids?”
Viktor shook his head gently, and his smile didn’t waver. “That wouldn’t matter
if I could have you.”
Yuuri felt something blooming on his chest. His bond mark tingled, and a light
pleasant feeling spread through his body. His heart swelled with happiness.
“I love Yuuri for Yuuri. That won’t change no matter what. Even before—”
Suddenly Viktor was cut off when the warmth of smaller body embraced him. Yuuri
had him in a tight hug, and Viktor was speechless. Since the day he woke up, he
hadn’t really let himself touch Yuuri. A brushes of skin here and there, yes,
but those couldn’t satisfy his need to be loved by his omega. A slight nudge at
his shoulder drew Viktor’s attention, and then a light rumble came from Yuuri’s
throat. Purring.
Viktor hugged him back carefully, gently. Tears of happiness were on the verge
of falling from his eyes, and then Yuuri pulled back. He didn’t even realize he
had let out a sad whine until Yuuri chuckled and brought Viktor back into his
arms.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind being courted then...”
Beaming, Viktor shot up and pulled him close. He had acted without thinking,
but then pain shot through his abdomen as it strained to support Yuuri’s
weight. Viktor set Yuuri back down, panting. The look of surprise on Yuuri’s
face turned to worry as he crouched down to rub Viktor’s back.
“You should refrain from doing any heavy lifting- your wound still hasn’t
healed completely yet.”
“I can’t help it! I’m so happy! And you’re not that heavy. Have you been eating
enough?” The alpha’s enthusiastic smile was contagious. “I’ll have to make
sure-”
A knock at the door interrupted Viktor before he could finish his sentence.
Yuuri’s head snapped towards the sound as he quickly moved away from Viktor’s
grip. The doctor and a bunch of nurses were here to give Viktor his check up.
Viktor reluctantly acknowledged them, but his hand found Yuuri’s and squeezed
lightly.
“Yuuri, you should get yourself checked while the doctor is here.” Eagerly,
Viktor turned to the doctor. “Doctor, please check on Yuuri here after you’re
done with me. He’s been having some problems lately.”
The doctor nodded and then proceeded to take Viktor’s temperature while Yuuri
went to wait outside. Out in the hallway, Yuuri sighed because the queasiness
was back. He rubbed his belly and noticed it was rounder than before. Was he
getting fatter? His body gained weight easily, but he was healthy enough,
right?
Adjusting his glasses, he heard murmuring from inside the room and caught words
like “good,” “improving,” and “bonded.” Things were looking optimistic, and
Yuuri smiled, glad that Viktor was getting better. In fact, Yuuri was still
smiling when the door opened. One of the nurses had come out to ask Yuuri to
come in. It was his turn.
Yuuri walked back into the room nervously. Though he was pretty sure he was
healthy, he couldn’t help but feel anxious. What if something actually was
wrong with him? What if he had actually caught some strange incurable sickness?
What if—
His train of thought was stopped when the doctor faced him and began the
checkup. His face was so serious that Yuuri couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
He was feeling a little embarrassed that Viktor was there to watch him too. The
doctor started prodding at his belly, pressing at various spots. At a certain
point, his eyebrows furrowed.
The doctor jotted down some notes with an intent look. “What kind of symptoms
have you been experiencing, and how long have they been occurring?”
Yuuri answered shyly, “Umm… the past one-or two months, I think? A lot of times
I wake up with queasiness in my stomach, so I have to vomit in the bathroom...
I thought it was just a stomach bug, but it hasn’t gone away...”
The doctor nodded and wrote something else on his notepad. “When was your last
heat? Did you spend it with your alpha?”
Yuuri reflexively covered the mark on his neck, and Viktor looked guilty. The
air was suddenly heavy with the scent of regret that Viktor was letting off,
and even the doctor and nurses tensed slightly. Yuuri hesitated, but then he
took a deep breath.
“My first heat was two months ago, and yes, I spent it with him.”
The doctor cleared his throat and uncomfortably tried to look reassuring. The
beta looked at Viktor and then Yuuri. “Then... congratulations, I suppose? You
may want to do a little more testing, but based on my observations and previous
experience, it’s highly likely that you’re pregnant.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened speechlessly. The room went silent.
Internally, Viktor felt a mix of surprise, happiness, and excitement begin to
bubble up at the prospect of a family, but then a glance at Yuuri found an
unreadable look on the omega’s face. Suddenly Viktor pulled himself back.
The doctor and nurse caught onto their reactions and were quick to make
themselves scarce as soon as they established that they’d return in two days
with proper equipment to confirm the pregnancy. The door shut behind them and
left Viktor and Yuuri inside. The air was tense, and for a minute neither
spoke. And then,
“Y-Yuuri… I... I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you wanted. I know you’re
young and you probably don’t want kids yet, so if you don’t want the baby
then—“
“Viktor.”
Yuuri’s tone was firm, and Viktor was instantly silenced. Had he made him upset
again?
“Stop making assumptions about me.” That time his voice had wavered slightly,
and Viktor wanted to reach out and hug Yuuri and rub his back until he was ok
again.
“I’m sorry, you’re right, but after everything that’s happened, I’m just not
sure how you feel about this...”
“Well, it would be nice if you asked...” Yuuri sighed. “I do have mixed
feelings about… this… but even after everything, this is my baby.”
His voice sounded shaky and small when he looked at his belly, “And I’m not
giving up my baby.”
“Yuuri…” Viktor was struck by how sweet and strong Yuuri was.
“You’re going to be an amazing parent… and if you end up letting me, then I can
only hope I’ll do half as well by your side...”
Parent... Yuuri had taken care of his brother, but he never imagined what it
would be like to be a parent with a child of his own. And yet, right now, there
was a living being inside his belly, growing steadily. The thought was strange,
but it also somehow filled his heart with warmth. Yuuri smiled a little,
rubbing his belly lovingly. He was carrying a life inside his body. Maybe being
an omega wasn’t so bad... He was getting to experience this after all.
Funny enough, Yuuri was sure that someone else would be devastated at this
news. Maybe he should be too, should be thinking that this was a mistake or
that his life was officially ruined now. But if he was being honest, that just
wasn’t how he felt. Surprisingly, he actually was excited about meeting his
baby.
Viktor’s heart clenched when he saw Yuuri smile while rubbing his stomach. The
omega looked so soft and peaceful looking... He wanted to engulf him in his
arms and protect both Yuuri and their child. A child. His little family. Viktor
could only hope that Yuuri would eventually be able to call Viktor a part of
this family too. Viktor would do anything to keep them safe...
Suddenly Yuuri was leaning his head on Viktor’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.
Viktor was at a loss for words. Yuuri rarely initiated physical contact, and
when he did it accidentally, he always apologized profusely. But for the second
time today, Yuuri was letting Viktor feel the warm heat of his body against
his. Yuuri could feel the tingle of happiness coming from the bond, passing his
alpha’s current mood to him. The omega couldn't help but chuckle a little.
Viktor was all big and hard muscles but somehow he was also kind of adorable.
“You said you wanted to court me, right?” Yuuri said quietly as he breathed in
Viktor’s scent. Lately he was craving more of it and the feeling of safety that
it brought. His finger idly traced the blanket pattern on Viktor’s thigh.
Viktor stiffened a bit but nodded eagerly.
“Now that you’ve given me permission, I’ll do my best.”
A small chuckle slipped past Yuuri’s lips. “Well, it’ll be interesting,
considering I’m bonded and pregnant already.”
The alpha’s bit his lip, and Yuuri could feel guilt permeating from the bond.
He wondered if Viktor would feel sudden spikes of emotion like this if he
completed the bond...
Well, for now, he felt a twinge of satisfaction from seeing Viktor squrim. Call
him petty, but he was working to accept Viktor again, and he was going to let
himself have this one moment.
Yuuri smiled, and though Viktor somehow felt that the smile held mischief, he
smiled back anyway.
“Yuuri, you should go back to your room and rest. If you feel unwell or need
anything at all, I’ll be there for you.”.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself out too much, relax.” Yuuri gently pushed Viktor
back onto the pillow and fixed the blanket. The alpha obediently stayed still,
eyes focused on Yuuri’s belly. When Yuuri finished making sure Viktor was
comfortable, Viktor’s gaze hadn’t moved.
Yuuri shifted awkwardly, “Do you… want to touch it?”
The alpha’s eyes widened. He looked extremely eager, but also hesitant. “I… um…
I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… but—“ he made tentative eye contact
with Yuuri.
“C-can I?”
Yuuri chuckled a little before grabbing Viktor’s hand and slowly putting it on
his belly. Viktor wore a look surprise as Yuuri put his hand over Viktor’s,
encouraging and comforting.
“I don’t think the baby is very developed yet… it’s been about two months? So
I’m not really showing just yet.” Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, while
Viktor marveled and rubbed his belly tenderly, eyes filled with wonder.
“But the baby’s here.”
Yuuri smiled. “They are.” He cradled the bottom of his belly with his free
hand.
The alpha fought the urge to pull Yuuri back into his lap and breathe in his
scent. The omega felt and smelled so nice and soft... “Yuuri, what should I
do?”
The omega frowned, “What do you mean?” Viktor withdrew his hands and tugged
Yuuri’s shirt back down before folding his hands in his lap.
“I don’t know about you, but right now...” Viktor’s voice was wavering a bit,
and Yuuri noticed a hint of tears in the corner of those beautiful eyes.
“Vi-viktor?” Yuuri was unsure what to do with this sudden change in the
situation. He panicked for a second, but the feeling that seeped through the
bond was nice and warm.
“Yuuri, I’m-I’m so happy. I wish there was a better way to say it, but I am so,
so happy. The thought that I might be able to have a family with you... It’s
more than I could ever ask for.” Memories of baby Yuuri on his lap, munching on
his hair, smiling, and crying when Viktor have to leave Yutopia flashed through
his mind. In a few months, he could have another baby Yuuri running around to
love and spoil.
The alpha, looked straight to Yuuri’s eyes and brought his hand over his heart.
“I don’t know if I ever said it properly, but I really do love you.”
A deep blush bloomed on the omega’s cheeks, and Yuuri was flustered, but he
didn’t pull back. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do with
Viktor being so embarrassing. But slowly, wordlessly, Yuuri moved forward and
pecked Viktor’s cheek shyly. The kiss was innocent and short, but it carried
thousands of unspoken words. Viktor was still touching his cheek where Yuuri
had kissed him, even after the omega had left the room with a flustered look.
The alpha’s face was frozen in blank shock for a good while before a dreamy
look took its place. His face was completely flushed, and he groaned onto the
pillow. He felt hot.
Maybe he could still blame this on a fever?
 
 
…
 
 
The doctor came back two days later to perform some tests. it wasn't long
before the pregnancy was declared official, and the doctor gave Yuuri some
recommendations to keep himself and the baby healthy before leaving.
News of the baby spread like a wildfire through the house, and Yuuri was a
little overwhelmed by all the sudden attention he began receiving from the
other slaves. Some simply congratulated him quietly cautiously, but many gave
him extra attention and care. Within a week, people were taking over his
chores, and Minako banned him from doing any kind of heavy lifting or more
strenuous jobs. The only places Yuuri could really be relaxed right now were
his room and Viktor’s, but Viktor more often than not ended up saying that
Yuuri should go back to his room and rest.
The General was coming back home next week. Yuuri wondered how he would react
to the news. His noble son was courting a pregnant slave omega. There was
always going to be gossip and rumors, and Yuuri knew that. Admittedly Yuuri
felt guilty about the damage he was surely doing to Viktor’s reputation, but at
the same time, he couldn't help but feel incredibly happy when he looked down
and felt the life growing inside him.
If only being pregnant didn't mean being barred from doing anything and
everything. He was extremely bored from staring up at the ceiling of his
bedroom for the hundredth time, and he yearned for a change in scenery.
He stared longingly out the window. The garden looked inviting. There were some
birds perched on a nearby tree branch, chirping happily with their companions
and enjoying the beautiful sunny day. If he was careful then he could dodge the
other slaves and get some fresh air before someone told him to “Oh, you must be
so tired, you should head back to your room and rest, dear.” Yuuri was
contemplating a walk through the flowers when his eyes caught sight of a
familiar head of silver. Viktor was sitting in the garden’s gazebo, lost in
thought, and Yuuri found the will to get out of bed.
Viktor was looking better each day. He was even allowed to leave bed and stroll
around the house and garden for exercise starting from last week. As Yuuri
emerged from his room and started down the hall, a tingling feel seeped through
the bond, and he frowned. It felt like something was making Viktor upset.
The omega reached the garden and confirmed a distressed look on Viktor’s face.
Confused but mostly worried, Yuuri approached and reached out to tap his
shoulder, but Viktor suddenly turned to face him.
Yuuri pulled his hand back in surprise. “Viktor, is something wrong?”
Blue eyes glinted, and a distinct anger rose through his scent. Yuuri almost
whimpered, shrinking back on instinct. Viktor realized what had happened and
immediately calmed himself down.
“Yu-Yuuri, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
The alpha’s scent slowly turned pleasant, lulling Yuuri back into a sense of
security and easing his nerves. He realized Viktor wasn’t angry at him, but he
still kept his guard up.
“So… Did something happen to make you angry? If you don’t mind telling me...”
Viktor smiled a little before patting the empty space next to him. Curious,
Yuuri sat down.
For a moment, different emotions flashed over Viktor’s face, and then his scent
turned uneasy once more. His expression settled on “grim,” and the alpha was
paler than usual. It took another minutes until Victor started talking.
“The nobles… especially the ones with omega slaves… they’re strongly opposing
my proposals for omega rights.”
Yuuri was silent. He had known it wouldn’t be easy, and Viktor had told him as
much, but even so, hearing this out loud was a blow to his spirit.
“For now, I’ve only managed to get about 35% of the nobles to back my proposal.
My uncle said he’ll do what he could to help change the system, but it
definitely looks like we won’t be changing anything over night...” Yuuri moved
closer as the alpha’s voice turned quiet.
“You know, they’ve been keeping it a secret from the public that my uncle’s
favorite son recently presented as an omega.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened in surprise at the news. He could only imagine how
difficult a position the king and his family was in...
“We’ve been received reports of opposition and succession disputes. Some people
who know are even accusing my uncle of only backing my proposal because of his
son... The debates are getting more and more heated, and we’ve been advised to
stay low for a while to avoid any disturbances.”
Yuuri stared at him quietly. He watched for a silent moment as Viktor stared
out into the distance.
“I want to make a better world for you and for my cousin and for the other
omegas who have to suffer under the system… but if they’re going to tell us to
be quiet every time we make the nobles upset, how are we ever going to
accomplish anything?”
Warm chocolate eyes widened with admiration for the man beside him. Was that
why he sounded so hopeless?
“I’m sorry… And trust me, I don’t plan on giving up, but sometimes I feel like
I’m doing this alone and the world is against me...” Frustration was evident in
his voice, and it saddened Yuuri to see Viktor like this. The self confidence
Viktor usually held effortlessly was gone and leaving him vulnerable.
A warm, smaller hand covered Viktor’s, and Viktor met Yuuri’s eyes. So warm, so
loving, so determined... Viktor saw flashes of this side of Yuuri sometimes,
and he fell a little more in love every time.
“I know it’s easy to forget that you’re not alone. Life isn’t always a walk in
the park. I’m so incredibly grateful that you’re willing to do so much for me
and for the other omegas out there, but this is an uphill battle, and taking on
too much responsibility and feeling isolated because of it… it’ll only hurt
you. Trust me, I would know. I know it’s not easy sometimes, but don’t forget
that your uncle, your father, Phichit, me, everyone… we’re here for you.”
Yuuri squeezed his hands with a gentle smile, and stunning blue eyes stared
into deep to brown. “I want to see the world you want to make, and even though
I can’t do much, I’ll stand by you and support you in any way I can. Don't
forget that I’m not the only one.”
A gentle caress slid over Viktor’s cheek. Yuuri could practically hear his own
heartbeat in his ears for the boldness of his actions, but he wanted to do what
he could for Viktor. Taking it a step further, Yuuri shifted and rested his
head in the crook of the alpha’s neck, breathing in the scent that was so
uniquely Viktor.
“So if you ever feel like it’s just you against the world again, I’ll be here,
and I’ll remind you that it’s not.”
He heard Viktor’s breath hitch, and then strong arms were holding his body
close. Yuuri hugged back softly. “I don’t know for sure whether or not you’ll
succeed, but for now, you’re already doing everything you can, and I believe in
you. You’re allowed to take it easy every now and then.”
Viktor’s body trembled a bit, and Yuuri felt Viktor nod. “Your words mean so
much to me... Thank you, Yuuri.” His voice was hoarse and tight, and he was
smiling into Yuuri’s neck.
Yuuri rubbed the Viktor’s back soothingly, like a mother calming a child. “I
believe that you can make the world a better place.” Yuuri brought his free
hand to his belly, “For us.”
“We’ll always be here for you.”
Slowly, Viktor pulled back and blinked at Yuuri. Tears fell from his eyes
anyway and a few drops landed on Yuuri’s hand.
Viktor gently took Yuuri’s wrist and kissed his hand reverently. He started
with each individual finger and kissed down to his wrist. He then brought
Yuuri’s hand up to his cheek and nuzzled it as he let the light, warm feelings
wash over him.
Yuuri looked into his eyes, and Viktor knew that Yuuri saw him for who he was.
Not the empire’s golden boy, not the King’s favorite nephew, not the perfect
Viktor that people sought after. When Viktor looked into those eyes, he saw his
imperfect self with all his flaws and vulnerabilities and brokenness.
In truth, Yuuri should hate him. Yuuri had no reason to care for, much less
love the possessive, twisted Viktor who had done the unthinkable and hurt the
person he cared about the most. But Yuuri, sweet, forgiving, understanding
Yuuri… He looked at Viktor with those lovely chocolate eyes, and he saw that
Viktor was more than the model citizen he saw on TV, and somehow more than the
cruel and desperate alpha who hurt him in the worst way. Yuuri saw him for all
that he was, and he was willing to give Viktor another chance. If Yuuri could
accept him and all his imperfections, then Viktor was willing to make up for
his past mistakes to be the mate Yuuri deserved.
Yuuri’s kindness and acceptance gave him life. Viktor couldn’t imagine life
without him anymore, and he would do anything to keep Yuuri safe and happy.
Because he is his love.
Their face were incredibly close, but neither minded. A light breeze blew
through, scattering leaves and grass around their feet. The birds are chirping
and the earth went still.
Their eyes connected, and after a short moment, their lips met.
In that instant, they both knew that they were on the same page, and that their
hearts were with each other.
For now and forever.
 
 
…
Epilog
 
“You know Viktor, correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem like you cry a lot.”
The alpha, still in his commanding black uniform, was crying like a baby next
to the bed. With disheveled hair, a face full of worry, and teardrops falling
more heavily than before, the usually perfect looking alpha now looked almost
comically pitiful. Yuuri couldn't help but wipe the tears from his mate’s face
slowly. As tired as Yuuri was, the endearing sight made him want to laugh.
Viktor gripped Yuuri’s hand tightly, as if Yuuri would slip away and disappear
if he let go. He kissed Yuuri’s fingers, nuzzled his cheek into Yuuri’s palm.
“But Yuuri! I heard your scream when I got home and I could feel pain through
the bond and you can't blame me for being worr—”
“Sshh… It's ok, Viktor, I'm here, and I'm more than alright.”
“I—I just don’t want to lose you,” Viktor finished with a whisper, eyes now
focused on the bundle in Yuuri’s left arm, mouth latched onto Yuuri’s breast.
Yuuri smiled as he guided Viktor’s hand to the little bundle.
“Now, my crybaby alpha, meet our son.”
A black tuft of hair and brilliant blue eyes meet Viktor’s. The two shared a
curious stare for a minute before the baby gave a happy giggle.
“He looks just like you—.”
“He looks just like you.”
Viktor and Yuuri looked at each other for a minute before laughing.
“He has your eyes and heart shaped mouth.”
“And he has your hair, your beautiful face, and your adorable chubby cheeks.”
The omega blushed before slapping his alpha’s hand playfully. Even now, his
mate still had a knack for saying embarrassing things with a completely serious
face.
The baby was now gripping Viktor’s finger with his tiny hand and trying to suck
on it.
“Aww, he reminds me of you!” Yuuri chuckled at Victor’s cooing over the
cuteness of their son as he pulled his shirt back up. “I still remember how you
used to try and eat my hair all those years ago~”
Yuuri pouted with a light blush. “And I still remember how tapping your
forehead made you cry a week ago.”
Viktor smiled cheekily. “I only cry if you're involved, darling~ and besides,
my hairline is a perfectly reasonable excuse to cry!”
Yuuri rolled his eyes. “It’s like I have two babies in my life.”
A smirk bloomed on Viktor’s face, “Oh? Then please kindly let this big hungry
baby breastfeed now, mommy! I’m starving.”
The omega slapped Viktor’s side again with a blush and a stern look. “Viktor!
There are still people outside—”
“Yuuri!!!” Suddenly the door burst open. Phichit and the general stood in the
doorway. The usually neat looking general looked disheveled with his hair and
clothes in disarray, as if he had run there.
“They said my grandchild’s been born?!”
Yuuri smiled awkwardly, “Um… yes?” the omega tugged his son’s hand gently,
making a waving gesture at the general and his best friend. “Say hello to
grandpa and Phichit.”
The baby giggled happily, melting the heart of the old general. Phichit was
taking photos with his camera for an album he was going to dedicate to his
self-proclaimed nephew. “I called Yurio to tell him about the news. Your little
brother threw a fit since he couldn't be here, but he should be back from his
first mission with Otabek next week.” Phichit chuckled upon remembering Yurio’s
voice over the phone just now.
Yuuri chuckled. Yurio had insisted that he would never like any of Viktor’s
offspring, but he was dying to meeting Yuuri’s child and his nephew. And Yuuri
could definitely see Yurio hiding a smile behind that grumpy face after Yuuri
told him about the baby.
“It's official, I’m retiring early. I want to spend time at home.” The general
was kneeling beside the bed, poking his grandson’s cheek with gentle smile.
“What?! What about me?? I want to spent more time with my son and my mate!”
Viktor countered.
Constantine huffed, “I’m retiring. You can be general now. I’m not working
anymore starting next week.”
Viktor groaned helplessly and whined about his current workload that the
general had dumped on him these past few months. “No, you can’t! I've already
barely had time to spend with my family with how busy I've been! You just want
to monopolize my son while I, the father, am supposed to do that!”
The general rolled his eyes. “That's an exaggeration and you know it. I’m still
the general, so obey your orders, Lieutenant. This old man deserves a rest.
Besides, don't you think it’s time for you to take over the military? You’re
ready– even the most hot headed youngsters and the most stubborn old men listen
to you. What are you waiting for?”
None of that stopped Viktor from howling in despair, and Yuuri could only smile
awkwardly at the interaction between the two. “Besides, you’ll get to work with
Yuuri soon, so you can leave my grandson with me.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened in surprise, along with Phichit and Viktor. “Yo-you mean…”
“The council’s finally approved our proposal to let omegas start working in the
military and public services??” Viktor exclaimed in disbelief.
“And to protect omegas from discriminatory expulsion after they present,” the
general added with a slight smile. His son in law was definitely a smart,
charming omega, and it tore him up a bit to see such a capable young man barred
from opportunities just because of his second gender. It certainly helped his
efforts that Lilia had taken a liking to the boy during their lessons and
thought the same.
Viktor was clearly excited about the great news. His efforts debating,
petitioning, and convincing hadn't all been for nothing! But suddenly a thought
occurred to him. “But wait, how are we enforcing this? And are we taking
measures to ensure the safety of these omegas while we’re making the
transition?”
“I was just talking to the king before I heard the news about my grandson. They
plan to have designated regulators monitor the progress of omegas in schools
and in public service positions. I've approved the deployment of any military
personnel needed to act as escorts for any omegas that end up in any
particularly difficult areas.” The general went back to cooing over his
grandson as soon as he was done speaking.
Yuuri looked at his husband with hopeful eyes. “Am I dreaming?” Tears began to
gather in Yuuri’s warm, chocolate eyes.
The alpha smiled gently, though he was trying hard to contain his excitement
himself. “I'd pinch you to prove it, but giving birth was probably painful
enough.” Viktor smiled teasingly at Yuuri. He knew how happy the news was for
Yuuri and every omega throughout the Empire. There was bound to be some
opposition and issues to work through in the future, but this felt like a huge
step forward. “I know it feels like a dream, but I assure you, this is all
real.”
Viktor moved closer and took his beloved’s hand in his. Yuuri leaned into the
warmth of his mate, sighing contentedly. After Yuuri officially agreed to be
Viktor’s mate, their moments of separation had made the omega quite lonely. But
what could he do when his alpha was fighting for omegas like him and for the
sake of their country? Yuuri had known that Viktor’s position in the military
was bound to makes things difficult, but Yuuri had also decided that he was
willing to deal with those moments when they came. But if Yuuri could work by
Viktor’s side from here on out...
“This is the beginning, but I hope that someday we’ll be able to see real
equality in the empire.” Viktor kissed Yuuri’s temple before rubbing his neck
where Yuuri’s was. “And that we’ll be together to see it happen.”
Yuuri nodded, and they both looked down at the bundle in Yuuri’s arms. “I’d
love nothing more.”
Viktor smiled at their son, then at Yuuri, then at his father and Phichit. He
drew Yuuri close and buried his face in his mate’s neck.
“To the world where our hearts can lie together.”
Yuuri smiled beautifully in response. In that moment, he felt like he had
everything he needed. It was a perfect moment where their hearts truly felt
that they belonged to each other.
Chapter End Notes
     Info: Yuuri used 'They' because he doesn't know the gender of their
     baby yet.
     Thank you for being with me all this time :'D I'll be in temporary
     hiatus from writting english fic until I can find other beta to help
     my beta(?) lol if you're interested pelase contact me x'D but you can
     still read my other fic in indonesian language in my wattpad account
     @lilyauri or twitter (for vicyuu, YoI stuff) @lilyaufic thank you!
End Notes
     I'm sorry for any mistakes :'( you can visit my tumblr for some yoi
     doodles and some updates or even artwork I made for this fic later ^^
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