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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Lolita, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-17 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1685
****** Young & Beautiful ******
by dannydevito
Summary
     Viktor moves to a small town in Moscow in the hopes of finding
     inspiration to help him with his writing. He quickly becomes enamored
     with the young child of his land-lord, Yuri Plisetsky.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Viktor frowned at the small, unassuming house before him. The front yard was
concrete and barren, matching the dull slate grey the walls of the house were
painted. The silver haired man knew he had told Georgi when he was helping him
find a cheap room to rent that he wouldn’t be picky as long as the home was
clean and a close distance to the city, but he had secretly been hoping for
something with a bit of life to it, not the pseudo prison before him. The
alphas face settled into an unimpressed grimace at the thought of just what
awaited him beyond the front door.
The Russian man had left his home in St. Petersburg to move to Moscow at Yakov,
his editor's insistence, in the hopes that a change of scenery and location
would help him inspire him to finish his current novel he had been struggling
to write for the past few months. Viktor had whole-heartedly agreed to the
older alphas suggestion, only happy to jump at the opportunity to escape from
the older mans all seeing eye. Viktor frowned as he remembered his last
interaction with the older man and the final warning he had given him.
“Be careful.” Yakov had growled warningly into his ears when he had hugged him
too tightly goodbye back at the train station in St. Petersburg. “We don’t need
another one of your incidents, ya hear?”
Viktor shook his head to rid himself of the memory and slowly made his way up
the cobbled path to his new home. Georgi had given him some info on his
landlord before leaving for Moscow. All he knew was that she was an older beta
that went by the name Lilia a retired ballet dancer who had fallen on hard
times and was renting her spare room out to support herself and her young
child. Viktor frowned at the thought of living with a screaming toddler, not
sure he could work creatively in such an environment.  
The alpha rapped his knuckles against the old wooden door quickly, setting the
single small suitcase carrying his belongings on the ground next to his feet
and waited patiently for the door to open. The door creaked open to reveal the
tall wispy figure he had to assume was Lilia. She was older than he had
expected for someone with a young child, her face drawn tight, pale skin
decorated with harsh lines around her mouth and crows-feet kissing the corners
of her golden eyes. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight bun that only
served to make her appearance seem more severe. She reminded Viktor of Yakov
with her stern features and cold eyes and Viktor had internally made the
decision of either refusing this arrangement or leaving far earlier than he had
originally anticipated. He hadn’t traveled all this way to Moscow just to be
leaving under the same conditions he had back with Yakov.
“You must be Mr. Nikiforov, correct hmm?” Lilia asked, her voice just as cold
as her appearance. At Viktors nod in response, she tilted her head before
disappearing back into the house, indicating for him to follow and he closed
the door behind himself. “I’ll give you a tour of the house before going over a
few rules and the contract, alright?” She informed him, her voice leaving no
room for argument. The beta took his silence as agreement and began the tour.
Viktor mutely took in the home, there wasn’t much to take note of. It was a
small two-bedroom home. There was a sense of sterility to the home, there was
little in the ways of family photos or personal touches, it didn’t seem lived
in at all, which Viktor thought odd considering there was apparently a child
living in the house too. At the very least it was as clean as Georgi promised
it would be, not a spot of dust visible to the naked eye.
“Now here’s your room.” Lilia announced, coming to a stop in front of a pale,
whitewashed door at the end of the hallway on the second floor. The older woman
paused before opening the door, turning her head to look at Viktor. “This used
to be my sons room so forgive me but some of his belongings are still in one of
the presses here, we didn’t get a chance to move it out yet.” The beta stared
expectantly at the writer, her lips slightly pursed, clearly waiting for
Viktors response.
The alpha lips twisted into a polite smile, not quite reaching his eyes, as he
waved his hand around, dismissing the betas worries that he would react to the
inconvenience badly, something typically expected of an alpha. “Don’t worry!
Don’t worry!” Viktor laughed, coming to stand next to the beta. “It’s only one
small press, hardly an issue to start a fight over, hm?” The silver haired man
seen no reason to start a fight over such a trivial matter if he was just
planning to leave the home right after the tour was over. Viktors eyes narrowed
slightly when the beta turned back to the door, silently taking note of her
unprofessionalism all the same.
Lilia slowly opened the door and nothing could prepare the alpha for what lay
beyond the door. Viktor pressed his nails painfully into the skin on the palm
of his hand, in a desperate attempt to hold back a gasp, as the familiar scent
of an omega, a young omega, his mind supplied helpfully, rolled over him in
waves. The scent is warm and soft, like clean cotton, mixed perfectly with
vanilla, and immediately has the alpha relaxing, the alluring scent soothing
Viktors nerves. The Russian man has to bite down on his lips painfully to stop
himself from taking in deep, desperate, gasping breaths, trying to drink it all
in at once. The cerulean eyed man chooses instead to take in discreet deep
breaths through his nose as his eyes frantically scan the room for the omega
responsible such a distinctly divine scent. Never in all of Viktor's 27 years
had an omega’s scent alone managed to draw such a visceral reaction from him.
The alpha could only imagine what would happen if he took a breath direct from
the source; the nape of the mysterious omega's neck. Heat curled through his
abdomen at his own imagination and he grit his teeth in frustration, he was a
better alpha than this, it would be unbecoming of him to lose control of
himself like this in view of a complete stranger.
The alpha stepped into the room, nodding his head as if he was actually
assessing it. “The room is adequate,” he informed Lilia, worried that if he
said much more he would lose control of his calm appearance.
The beta nodded and informed him they could go over the house rules and
contract in the kitchen over coffee. Viktor nodded in agreeance, torn between
relief and reluctance to leave the sweet-smelling room. They both made their
way down the stairs and into the open plan living room and kitchen, Lilia
pausing again at the door.
“Yuri!!” The older woman sighed in an admonishing tone, bringing a hand up to
tiredly scrub across her own face. “How many times have I told you, no feet on
the couch!” Lilia turned back to face Viktor, a tired, apologetic smile on her
face, as if this was an argument they had regularly. “This is my son Yuri, I’m
still struggling to teach the boy some manners, as you can see.”
Viktor looked over her shoulder eager to see what such a sweet smelling omega
would look like. The silver haired mans jaw slackened and his mouth fell open
as he took in the ethereal beauty that laid before him with wide eyes.  The
omega was young as the alpha had predicted, looking no older than twelve. True
to Lilias words the young child was lying on the couch with both feet planted
firmly on the arm rest. Yuri, the name Lilia had helpfully supplied him with,
was blinking sleepily up at both of them clearly having been woken up from a
nap; his bottle green eyes bleary and soft cheeks pressed softly into the
fabric of the chair. The omega's flaxen hair pooled around the child’s head,
almost like a halo, the locks so soft looking the alpha's finger twitched at
his side with the desire to run his own fingers through them. Yuri’s small
lithe body was covered in pale, perfectly unblemished skin, it was almost like
looking at an angel, Viktor had never been witness to such an unfiltered raw
beauty in his life. He wondered how such a beauty could go by unnoticed, Yuri
was simply breath-taking. The alpha brought a hand up to hide the blush that
threatened to burn across his face when he realized the child was wearing
small, white shorts that left his long slender legs on display.
The silver haired writer almost growled in frustration when Lilia began making
her way to the kitchen table, forcing him to drag his eyes away from the work
of art lying on the couch. As they made their way to the kitchen table the
alpha realized that he could not in good conscience allow himself to leave this
home without getting a taste of the omega. It would be cruel to deny his inner
alpha that which it desired most of all and Viktor was sure that he could make
the young child feel the same way as him.  
Viktor pasted a polite smile on his face as he agreed to all of the betas
arbitrary rules and set upon a price for the room. The alpha resolved that no
matter what kind of life this small family lived he wouldn’t leave till he got
what he wanted, even if he had to take it by force. His blue eyes settled once
more on Yuri, who was dozing peacefully on the couch. No matter what it took,
the omega would be his.
End Notes
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