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Sometimes, Yuuri frightened himself.
During long nights, or quiet moments at the ice rink, he sometimes found his mind straying back to himself. He wouldn’t say he knew himself as intimately and thoroughly as others might, but he thought he had a pretty good handle on his personality. He was timid, and meek, and his confidence was fragile… He had blamed it on instincts, for a long time – he was an omega, after all, and many people believed omegas to be a weaker species, a species that needed specific direction and overaggressive protection.
Clearly, that wasn’t the case. He surprised himself with how he reacted towards Victor. He thought he surprised everyone.
But it was hard for him to ignore any of Victor’s requests. Impossible, even. He'd changed so much under Victor’s coaching that he sometimes didn’t know if he was still Yuuri Katsuki or not, though he knew those thoughts were silly. Of course he was Yuuri. He’d just grown, had changed, that’s all. Change could be good.
He wondered if everyone went through periods where they no longer recognised themselves. There were many parts about himself that he liked, now, parts that he was glad he’d grown to encompass. He didn’t feel as meek, mostly due to his newfound confidence on the ice. It wasn’t as bad being an omega anymore, he thought, now that he’d come to think of himself as Yuuri first and omega second. He wasn’t as shy around Victor, either, and had come to appreciate his overtly affectionate nature.
However there were parts he didn’t like, and a lot of them still had to do with being an omega.
Before he’d met Victor – and consequently, before he’d ever really challenged himself or took his personality in his stride – his instinctual urges hadn’t interfered with his daily life much. He was, of course, quite quiet and passive, two things of which were very omega traits, but he thought that had had something to do with his docile personality. He’d been able to manage his heats with a litany of medications, and he’d worn scent-masking perfumes and shampoos to disguise his omega smell. For all intents and purposes, he passed as a beta.
Since he’d changed, that no longer felt possible. When his affections for Victor’s grew, so too did his instincts. He suddenly felt the urge to nest every time he came across something soft, or something even remotely smelling of Victor. When he pleasured himself, he found himself producing slick, something he only used to do on the extremely rare occasion or when he was in heat. More so than that, however, were his urges. He found himself following after Victor even when he didn’t have to, or becoming bitterly disappointed when other people took Victor’s attention away from him, especially when they were female omegas.
He wanted Victor to himself. No matter how much confidence he had in himself, it was a selfish, constricting desire that he couldn’t shake. He didn’t think Victor was interested in him, and was unsure if Victor knew he was an omega. Yuuri certainly knew Victor was an alpha, could smell it on him, even on himself when Victor touched his shoulder or corrected his positioning. It was driving him mad. He didn’t want to be an obsessed omega, but he thought he might already have been. The thought of wearing Victor’s scent and his mark was staggeringly addictive.
For a while he thought he could ignore those pressing instincts. He had his training to focus on, and all the competitions he had to win to qualify for the Grand Prix. With all the drama happening on the ice, he was preoccupied, but that hadn’t lasted long.
When he wasn’t actively skating for any big competitions – like the Grand Prix – he stayed off suppressants. All omegas knew that being on them for extended periods of time could be harmful, especially for reproductive purposes. Yuuri didn’t know if he ever wanted a baby one day, but if he did, he didn’t want to ruin his chances before he even started trying. It was safer and healthier for him to be off them when he wasn’t competing in something extremely strenuous or stressful (not that the other competitions weren’t that, because they were, but there was a difference).
The suppressants meant that he would experience a heat or two before he went back on them. That hadn’t fazed him before, but now that Victor was in the equation, and Yuuri was overwhelmed by all his newfound instincts… the situation had changed. His nesting instincts had ramped up to crazy degrees as his heat started to approach, and with all the alphas around, he wouldn’t be surprised if his pre-heat week began at any moment.
It didn’t help that he wasn’t home – they were in Russia for a competition that was about a month away, scheduled for just after his heat, if it happened to be on time. He’d already started to think of Victor’s house as his home, and he wondered if he’d be able to nest anywhere else. By the time he realised he’d already started building a nest in the guest room, he knew he couldn’t.
Hiding his obsessive nesting from Victor certainly was a struggle. Yuuri’s room was a complete and utter mess, and if anyone were to enter, they’d know what he was up to straight away. It was impossible not to realise; all of his blankets and pillows had been made into a circle shape on his bed so that he could curl up in the middle (with enough space, of course, for a mate). There were extra towels and jumpers stacked up too, and other fabrics like a stray couch cushion and the kitchen tea towel. It wouldn’t be long before Victor noticed it all going missing, but Yuuri could hope, couldn’t he?
Sometimes Yuuri looked at his nest and he could do nothing but sigh. His entire room was saturated in his scent, and he had to spray his perfume around the door so that it wouldn’t seep out into the hallway. He was sure Makkachin had noticed it by now, but it wasn’t like the poodle could tell Victor.
He wondered how Victor would react to Yuuri asking if they could court. He’d thought about it a lot, but eventually had come to the conclusion that it really was too much for him to ask for something like that. He still believed that Victor deserved someone better than him, or that Victor would want someone different. They were silly thoughts, but they plagued him when he least expected them.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t Victor that first noticed Yuuri’s discomfort on the ice. As his pre-heat week approached, he found it harder and harder to concentrate, and as a consequence of that his balance was off. He was sweating more than usual, and he knew his scent was really starting to push the limits of his scent-limiting products.
“Yuuri, you seem a little red.”
“Ah, sorry,” Yuuri mumbled, as he skated to a stop beside Phichit. It wasn’t often that they got to share a practice rink, but the competition they had entered together in Russia was a special anniversary event, and was therefore different to the grand Prix qualifications. It sort of felt like a vacation sometimes, especially when Yuuri was surrounded by people he was used to skating with competitively, but he was glad to be able to spend some casual time skating with his friends.
“There’s no need to apologise,” Phichit laughed. He had a very gentle and joyous laugh, Yuuri thought. “But you’ve been wobbling all over the place all day, haven’t you? Maybe you’re getting sick.”
Yuuri flushed, embarrassed to have been so bad that even his friend noticed. “M-maybe,” he said. No one else knew he was an omega, because things like second genders weren’t really discussed amongst the skaters. Most were assumed to be alphas, or betas.
Despite skating being a rather beautiful and graceful sport, it was one that was oddly dominated by the more powerful of the three secondary genders. The only other omega Yuuri knew of in the sport was Guang-Hong, and even then he was quite young. He wasn’t sure that Guang-Hong had even had more than one or two heats, and he certainly hadn’t hit his most fertile years just yet.
Absentmindedly, Yuuri wiped the sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt. He felt hot in his skin, and it was with an increasing amount of irritation that he realised his pre-heat week would definitely hit him early. His eyes sought out Victor without him really thinking about it, and seeing his alpha watching him soothed his frazzled nerves.
He’s not my alpha.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Phichit asked, leaning closer. He was a beta, but an exceptionally pretty one, with a strong and alluring scent. Yuuri found himself wanting to lean into it, but he gave Phichit a drained and dazed look instead. “Yuuri?”
“I think I’m going to take a bathroom break,” Yuuri said, inching away. He was across the rink from Victor, but closer to the bathrooms, and in that moment they seemed like the perfect place to escape. “Tell Victor I’ll be back in a moment.”
“A-ah, alright?”
Yuuri was stepping off the ice before Phichit could really question him. The bathrooms weren’t that far from the rink, and although he should have taken his skates off, he didn’t until he reached the bathroom door. He wore socks, but the floor chilled his aching feet. When he washed his hands in the sink, his skin tingled. How many times had he fallen over that day? Too many for him to remember, if the scrapes on his palms were anything to go by.
He splashed his face with water. He really needed to keep it together, but there were so many strong scents on the rink that he was struggling more than he thought he would. Victor’s was the best, of course, but that didn’t stop Yuuri from being susceptible to the others. He thought he’d gotten used to the scents of his friends – Phichit’s, Leo’s, Guang-Hong’s, even Christophe’s – but he clearly hadn’t.
“Yuuri, are you in there?”
He jumped at the sound of Victor’s voice, and after turning the tap off and picking up his skates, he wandered back out of the bathroom. “Sorry, Victor.”
The alpha was waiting outside the door, a puzzled look on his face. “Phichit said you weren’t feeling well,” he said. “You look a little red.”
“I’m just tired today,” Yuuri said, forcing a tense smile to his face. “Can I stop a little early tonight?”
Victor looked like he wanted to protest, but after giving it a moment’s thought, he nodded. “Alright. You wait right here, okay? I’ll go grab your things.”
Yuuri wasn’t sure what he was going to do. When he’d had heats back at home or during his time in Detroit, he’d gone to a heat hotel, where omegas could be safe and ride out their heats in comfort. He didn’t know if there were any in Russia, let alone any close by. It seemed incredibly rude to assume he could go through his heat in an alpha’s home uninvited, let alone his coach’s home.
“Ah, what am I going to do?” Yuuri whispered to himself, as he crouched down and ducked his head. It wouldn’t be long until his pre-heat week started, and then skating would be even worse. Maybe he should just tell Victor. No, he didn’t need Victor thinking he was any more of a burden than he already was. He’d just have to figure something out.
When they’d returned home, Yuuri headed straight for the shower. He shared a bathroom with Victor now, and it was sometimes more than he could handle.
After he’d showered, he snuck back to his room with one of Victor’s jumpers pulled from the dirty laundry hamper tucked under his arm. He felt guilty about taking Victor’s clothes, but he couldn’t help himself. They smelled so good, and they made his skin prickle in a really nice way… It was with a lot of embarrassed shame that he admitted he’d definitely get himself off with Victor’s jacket tucked under his nose later that evening.
The next morning, he woke with a heavy feeling in his stomach. It was only halfway through the week, but the feeling he had meant that his pre-heat was definitely going to start before the weekend.
While Victor was still asleep – because Yuuri had woken up much earlier than usual – Yuuri wandered around the house collecting all the soft things he could find. His instincts were urgent, and it was with a lot of quiet panic that he stole Victor’s jacket off its hook by the door, and the cushion off the couch Victor leaned against, and the scarf he’d left thrown over a chair at the kitchen table. Yuuri’s nest was really starting to take shape with the more he added to it, but the more of Victor’s scent he collected, the more desperate he became for everything he could possibly find that carried that addicting smell.
He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen in love with Victor, come to think of it. He’d always idolised Victor, but after having Victor become his coach, he’d come to know Victor as a person, as human. He had his faults and his insecurities just like everybody else, but he was also endearingly sweet, and more childish than people might assume. While Yuuri loved the side of Victor that skated and controlled people from the ice, he also loved the Victor that had heart-shaped smiles and a desire to sleep cuddling his poodle.
During that day’s training, Yuuri fared no better than he had all week. He couldn’t concentrate and completely missed many of Victor’s directions, his mind too wrapped up in thoughts about his heat and how those girls should definitely stop ogling Victor from across the rink. He tried for hours to get himself to calm down, but he just couldn’t.
“Yuuri, come over here!”
With some reluctance, he followed Victor’s command, and skated over to the side of the rink. Victor offered him his Makkachin-shaped tissue box, so Yuuri plucked a tissue free and blew his nose. He wasn’t particularly cold – quite the opposite, actually – but the change in temperature after he’d taken his jacket off that morning had left him shivering.
After taking Yuuri’s tissue, Victor set his tissue box aside, and leaned his elbows against the rink wall. “Yuuri, are you alright?” He asked, as he reached a gloved hand forwards to grip Yuuri’s chin. “You’ve been off all week. You’re not nervous about the competition, are you? It’s still quite a ways away.”
“I’m not nervous,” he said, flustered. Even though Victor was wearing gloves, his touch was electrifying. Yuuri wanted to do nothing more than submit to Victor, to plead for more affection. “I’m just tired.”
Victor hummed. He had a contemplative look on his face, one that meant he was slowly trying to figure Yuuri out. “Are you sure that’s it? I don’t want you getting sick.”
“I’m fine.” He drew away from Victor’s touch, knowing that any more than that would have him begging on his knees. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
Victor seemed confused, but Yuuri skated across the rink before Victor could stop him. He took off his skates straight away this time, and carried them to the bathroom with him. When he entered the bathroom and glanced at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but groan. He looked completely dishevelled, and not in a good way. His hair was a mess with sweat and his face was splotchy. God, what was he even doing?
The door opened with a stiff creak. Yuuri glanced over his shoulder, suddenly worried an alpha with a particularly strong sense of smell might follow him in, but it was just Guang-Hong.
“Ah, Yuuri,” Guang-Hong said quietly, “I didn’t realise you were in here.”
Yuuri hummed, and turned his gaze away. He listened to Guang-Hong bustling about for a moment, before Guang-Hong’s skates were set down beside Yuuri’s and he was joined at the sinks.
“Yuuri, can I ask you something?” Guang-Hong mumbled.
Yuuri glanced at him again, contemplative. There were usually only two reactions an omega suffering from heat syndromes had towards another omega. The first was not good; the omega in heat might view the other as competition for a mate, and become volatile and possessive. The second was significantly better; the omega in heat might experience strong maternalistic desires, even if the other omega was not their child. Yuuri had learned about both in a mandatory gender class back during his secondary education studies.
He was surprised to find himself feeling the latter towards the smaller skater. “What is it?” He asked.
Guang-Hong fiddled with his fingers nervously. “You smell different,” he finally mumbled, cheeks redder than usual. “I-I don’t mean to pry o-or anything, but are you an omega…?”
Yuuri blinked several times. For a moment he felt panic swell in his chest, but it quickly dissolved. With a defeated sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s becoming that obvious, is it?”
“No, no!” Guang-Hong was quick to reassure him. “I-I just… know what to look for, that’s all. I-If you’re an omega, and I can small you, does that mean…?”
Yuuri nodded to spare Guang-Hong the embarrassment of asking about heats. “I went off suppressants a couple months after the Grand Prix. My heat was meant to come after the Russian competition, but my instincts have been all over the place, lately.”
“I see,” Guang-Hong said. “Is it because of Victor?”
This time, Yuuri flushed. He didn’t know how to answer that question, and a little shamefaced, he turned his head to the side. “I… really like Victor,” Yuuri said quietly, “but I don’t think he knows I’m an omega.”
“I didn’t know either, until recently,” Guang-Hong admitted. “Your scent got a lot stronger, and i-it’s nice, so…”
Yuuri smiled at the compliment, and reached out a hand to ruffle Guang-Hong’s hair. He didn’t know what prompted him to do it, because it wasn’t something he’d normally do, but Guang-Hong leaned into the gesture. “Do you know many omegas?” He asked.
Guang-Hong shook his head. “My mother is one, but you’re the only other omega I see a lot.”
That might explain Yuuri’s calm instincts. Guang-Hong’s young age and inexperience was almost palatable. “I’m here to help if you need me,” he said.
“Actually, I wanted to ask about something else, too,” Guang-Hong said. “Y-you know Leo, right?”
Yuuri nodded.
“What dynamic do you think he is?”
It was an interesting question. He’d only smelt Leo’s scent a handful of times, but he was one of the politer people who wore scent-masking perfumes, like Yuuri. “I doubt he’s an omega,” Yuuri said. “He might be a beta, or just an exceptionally gentle alpha. It’s not so uncommon. Why do you ask?”
Guang-Hong abruptly turned red.
Yuuri raised his brows. “Ah, I see.”
“D-do you think he’d mind i-if an omega asked him out?” Guang-Hong asked, eyes wide and hopeful. “I mean, I know you don’t know either of us really well, but…”
“I think he’d be overjoyed to have an omega for himself,” Yuuri said. “Most people would, wouldn’t they?”
Guang-Hong blinked, silent for a moment, before he nodded. “You’re right,” he said. “Does that mean you’ll ask Victor out, too?”
Yuuri flushed, and nervously shifted on his feet. “He doesn’t know…”
“He’ll find out soon, though. If I can notice your scent, it’s only a matter of time.”
“I know,” Yuuri sighed. “I’ll figure it out.”
He just really didn’t know what to do. He escaped from practice early that afternoon too, much to Victor’s concern. He holed himself up in his room the entire evening, and didn’t even answer the door when Makkachin scratched at it. Tiredness really had seeped into his bones; it was a feeling associated with heats that he’d forgotten. All the training he’d been doing hadn’t helped.
During the night, he suddenly woke up with the panicked thought that his nest wasn’t finished. He’d scrambled out of it before he’d really realised what he was doing, and without spraying his perfume, he’d ventured out into the hall for more things to add.
He raided the hallway cupboard first, where spare blankets and quilts were kept. Most didn’t smell like Victor, but he took the softest ones anyway. Next was the dryer, which had just finished drying a load of clothes from which he stole things that belonged to Victor as well as himself. They were good additions to his nest, but when he spied Victor’s coat by the door, the one he’d worn that day, he knew it would be even better.
He had the coat, a small, spare blanket and one of his own jackets in his arms when he crept back up the stairs towards the bedrooms. He thought he’d gotten away with his late night nesting because he’d been as quiet as a mouse, but when he rounded the corner and found Victor standing before his open bedroom door, his stomach dropped.
Victor’s eyes flashed over to him the moment Yuuri appeared. He seemed a little sleepy, but that disappeared in seconds. His eyes were wide, but his pupils were huge, and Yuuri had a feeling it wasn’t just because the hallway was dark. Victor’s eyes fell to the bundle of fabrics in Yuuri’s arm. “Yuuri, is that…?”
Flushed and humiliated, Yuuri clutched the fabrics closer to his chest. He kind of wanted to run, but his nest was in Victor’s direction, and he needed to finish it. An uncomfortable whine was building in his throat, but it abruptly stopped when Victor stepped to the side, leaving enough room for Yuuri to pass.
With some hesitation, Yuuri slipped back into his room. He could feel Victor’s eyes on him, but after he meticulously added his new additions to his nest, he found that he didn’t care. When he burrowed beneath the mountain of soft things he had, the most prized of which were Victor’s unwashed clothes, he suddenly didn’t care that his nest had been exposed to an alpha. He had what he wanted, didn’t he?
Victor took a seat on the edge of Yuuri’s bed, leaning closer. He was very careful not to disturb the nest. “Yuuri, we should talk,” he insisted.
Yuuri made a noncommittal noise. He was tired and sated, but his alpha was talking, wasn’t he? He should be a good omega and pay attention, but he was just so warm…
Victor’s fingers wandered down Yuuri’s arm. With a delighted purr Yuuri stretched out, endlessly pleased when Victor’s gentle caresses continued. “I didn’t know you were an omega,” Victor murmured. “Why didn’t you tell me, Yuuri?”
He shrugged, unsure. It had just never been a problem until Victor.
“Your scent, it’s…” Victor took in a deep breath, and let it out very slowly. “It’s clouding my mind. You’re close to your heat, aren’t you? It’s why you’re nesting, and why you couldn’t concentrate in training. Yuuri, I’m sorry I never noticed. You must think I’m an awful coach, right? An even worse alpha.”
“No!” Yuuri exclaimed, heart lurching. He was doing it again; frightening himself with how much he liked Victor, how much he craved Victor’s approval. “Don’t say that, please don’t. I should have told you.”
Victor rubbed his arm soothingly. His eyes were very bright, and they hadn’t left Yuuri at all, not even once. “Yuuri, you really do smell so nice,” he murmured, leaning down a little closer. Trails of soft, pale hair brushed against Yuuri’s bare neck, making him shiver. “I could eat you right up.”
Yuuri whined, and exposed more of his neck. His stomach was twisting itself into knots. Victor’s scent was slowly filling the room, and he smelt aroused. Nothing would ever smell so addicting.
“Can we sleep together tonight?” Victor asked. “I… I have to make sure no one gets you, have to make sure you’re protected. Please, Yuuri?”
He was nodding before Victor had finished his sentence. He’d made his nest big enough for two, after all, and he’d layered it in his scent to attract a potential mate – to attract Victor. The omega in him was incredibly satisfied that it had worked, though Yuuri thought that maybe Victor liked him for more than his scent.
“I was worried you didn’t like me,” Victor murmured, as he squeezed into the space beside Yuuri. He had to adjust a few of the cushions Yuuri had stacked in his nest, but Yuuri didn’t mind too much, especially not when Victor’s arm came around his waist. “Yuuri, you don’t understand how crazy you make me.”
Yuuri whined again. Victor’s words didn’t make sense. “I-I don’t understand…”
Teasingly, Victor rolled his hips against Yuuri’s ass, pressing against him as much as he dared. “Still don’t understand?”
Yuuri let out a pitched noise as he felt Victor’s cock press against his ass. It was hard, and made him break out in shivers. “V-Victor…”
Victor groaned, and pressed his nose against the back of Yuuri’s neck. He rolled his hips again, and slipped a hand beneath Yuuri’s shirt, his fingers tracing lightly along Yuuri’s stomach. “Is this okay, Yuuri? I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Don’t stop,” Yuuri pleaded. He was squirming already, and felt his thighs starting to become slick as arousal flooded his body. “P-please, Victor.”
Letting out a grunt, Victor pressed closer against Yuuri’s back. He slipped a leg in between Yuuri’s and rutted against him, his breath coming out harsh and hot against Yuuri’s neck. “Ah, Yuuri, you feel so good,” he groaned. He had one arm under Yuuri’s head, his fingers already tangled in Yuuri’s hair, with the other stretched up under Yuuri’s shirt. “I can’t believe you’re an omega, I was so surprised. And your nest, it’s full of my things. Do you like me that much, Yuuri?”
Yuuri whimpered, and latched onto Victor’s arm. Victor was still rutting against his ass, and he felt harder than before. “Please, alpha.”
A strangled noise left Victor’s lips as he yanked Yuuri even closer. His lips found space on Yuuri’s exposed neck, and without a second thought he started sucking a harsh mark into his skin. “Yuuri, I’m going to mark you all over,” Victor murmured, his voice rough and deep. “Everybody is going to know you’re mine. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty omega?”
He could only nod his head, panting. He was completely hard now, but he didn’t want to come, not that night, in case it triggered his pre-heat. Just the thought of pleasuring Victor was enough. “Please,” he whimpered, even though he wasn’t quite sure what he was begging for.
“Yuuri,” Victor groaned, hunching closer. The movement of his hips became more frantic as Yuuri started pressing back against him, and his panting was making Yuuri feel hot all over. “Yuuri, I’m going to-”
“Please,” he whimpered again.
Victor’s grip on him became bruising as he suddenly stiffened. He let out a loud moan only half-muffled against Yuuri’s neck as he came, his hips jerking erratically. His teeth scraped against Yuuri’s neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm before finally going boneless. Dreamily, he nuzzled against Yuuri’s neck, right over the marks he’d undoubtedly left.
“V-Victor?” Yuuri whispered.
After pressing a gentle kiss against Yuuri’s neck, Victor leaned up. He tilted Yuuri’s face towards him, and claimed his lips in another tender, heartfelt kiss. “Yuuri, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Yuuri flushed.
“Do you want me to pleasure you?” Victor asked, as he met Yuuri’s eyes. He still seemed wide awake and ready to go, but Yuuri shook his head. Although Victor seemed unsure, he lowered himself down beside Yuuri, and tucked him back into his arms. “If you’re sure… But tomorrow, I’m definitely going to.”
Yuuri thought he could handle that, if Victor truly meant it. No doubt his body would definitely rush his heat after this, especially after spending an entire night with Victor pressed against him, smothering Yuuri in his aroused and satisfied scent.
As he expected, sleeping with Victor after that was surprisingly peaceful. When Yuuri woke in the morning, he felt safe and satisfied, more than he ever had been. Not even winning a medal could compare to the feelings he felt when he woke, he thought.
Although Victor was still asleep, Yuuri slowly edged out of his nest. There was a mirror hanging behind his door, and when he’d gone to look at himself, he was surprisingly delighted at what he found. There were faint purple kiss marks along his neck, and wide, light impressions left over from Victor’s teeth. They would probably only last a day or two, but he was suddenly flooded with arousal at the sight of them. With marks like that, everyone would know who had claimed him, would know that Victor was his.
“Mmm, Yuuri?” Victor murmured sleepily. When Yuuri glanced back at him, he found Victor slowly pushing himself upright, rubbing at one eye. His nose was twitching, and Yuuri wondered if his scent had woken Victor again, like it had last night. “Are you alright?”
Yuuri nodded, his words failing him, as he slunk back towards the bed. He wondered if Victor would reject him now that the heat of the moment had passed, but Victor greedily pulled him back in, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Good morning, Yuuri,” Victor murmured.
“G-good morning,” Yuuri whispered. His hands flittered nervously before resting on Victor’s shoulders, which earned him a smile from the alpha.
“Do you feel up to practice today?” Victor asked, as he rubbed circles against Yuuri’s hips. “Now that I know why you’ve been a little off your game, I wouldn’t be opposed to staying in bed all day…”
Yuuri cracked a small smile. His Victor would never change, would he? Even if this shift in affections had suddenly been kicked into overdrive, Yuuri didn’t feel frightened. He wanted Victor, and it seemed that Victor wanted him. What more was there to it? “I think I can last one more day,” he said, “or at least until the afternoon, like yesterday.”
Victor didn’t challenge his decision, and only nodded. “We need to talk over breakfast, though.”
They did talk. Yuuri didn’t find the conversation as intimidating as he thought it would be. Victor hadn’t known he was an omega, and had, in fact, woken to his scent the previous night. He didn’t seem to mind that Yuuri was nesting in his home, either.
“If I’m being completely honest, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to have you for myself for quite a while,” Victor had told him. “I feel very possessive over you, Yuuri.”
He could hardly believe he’d heard those things come from the person he was in love with. During their talk he’d been able to say the things he wanted to say – like apologising for keeping his gender a secret, as well as for taking Victor’s clothes. Again, Victor hadn’t seemed to mind. Victor’s eagerness had eased Yuuri’s worries, and when the subject of his heat had been tentatively approached, he hadn’t felt the least bit hesitant in asking for what he wanted.
“I want you to spend it with me,” he said. He was red in the cheeks but determined, and if the way Victor’s tongue had peeked out to wet his lips was any indication, then Victor was pleased about Yuuri’s demand.
The conversation had left him feeling good. Barriers between them had been torn down, and important things that had needed sorting were sorted. Victor liked him, and Yuuri liked Victor. He would have someone to help him through his heat, and Victor was aware that it would be Yuuri’s first time. Yuuri would be taken care of. He felt relieved in a way he hadn’t ever felt before.
It was sort of a waiting game, now. When Yuuri’s pre-heat hit he’d stop skating and spend at least four days resting and nesting, storing up all the energy he could. It was a time to prepare for his heat – a lot went into them, and he needed to make sure he had a place he felt emotionally secure in to go through it or else he’d panic and hurt someone. It wasn’t the first heat he'd have of course, but he still remembered one he’d had to spend in a place he couldn’t properly build a nest in, and it had been nearly traumatic.
He didn’t want a repeat of that.
The day’s practice went a little easier now that a lot of Yuuri’s worries had been soothed. When he felt Victor’s eyes on him, he knew they wouldn’t stray. If he happened to catch other women pining over Victor and his handsome looks, then he didn’t care. Victor’s eyes were on him, and it was Victor’s scent that he could still smell clinging to his skin. It was him who Victor had chosen.
Towards the afternoon, Yuuri started to feel a shifting feeling in his stomach. He knew he could probably go for another hour or so, but there was nothing his scent-masking products could do to hide his omega scent anymore. He received a curious look from Guang-Hong, who had tucked himself in behind Leo as they talked at the edge of the rink, but it was Victor who noticed him first and foremost.
“Yuuri, I think that’s enough for the day,” he called, as he beckoned Yuuri off of the ice. “Come over here.”
Yuuri did, and let Victor grab him by the arm to steady him off the ice. He took a seat and slowly cleaned the ice off his skates, before covering the blades and taking them off. He could feel impatience radiating off of Victor, and as soon as he’d slipped his normal shoes back on, Victor was grabbing him by the elbow again and dragging him through the building.
“V-Victor?” Yuuri asked, surprised. He hadn’t expected Victor to do anything so bold, and yet he was.
“Don’t you know how seductive you were skating today?” Victor said over his shoulder. “Your scent… it’s making everyone look at you. You’re going to be mine, Yuuri, not theirs.”
Yuuri flushed, and felt his knees weaken. He couldn’t help but stare after Victor helplessly. “Is my scent really getting that strong?” He asked quietly.
Victor suddenly growled at a passing alpha, one Yuuri hadn’t even realised had been approaching them. “Yes,” Victor said, as he jerked Yuuri closer. He slipped an arm low around Yuuri’s waist. “I don’t like how they look at you.”
“H-how they look at me?”
“Like they think they’ve got even the smallest chance of having you when you’re going to be all mine.”
He flushed again, and bit his lip. Victor’s scent was getting strong too, and it was making him dizzy. So much exposure to the alpha he liked was making his body go into overdrive. He could feel slick starting to leak out of his hole, and it made him bite his lip harder. “V-Victor…”
With a rushed, aggravated noise, Victor made a beeline for the bathroom. He yanked the door open and pushed Yuuri inside, and before Yuuri had even had a chance to put his skates down, Victor shoved him hard against the door. “You’re driving me crazy,” he breathed against Yuuri’s skin as he pressed his face against Yuuri’s neck and set his teeth to darkening the mark he’d left there. “I want to fuck you, Yuuri,” he muttered.
Yuuri cried out as Victor bit at his neck. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it was certainly hard enough to bruise. He arched his back unwittingly, pressing as much of himself against Victor as he could. “Vitya,” he whimpered.
Victor’s eyes flashed at the nickname. He surged against Yuuri, kissing him rough and hard. Yuuri whined as Victor’s tongue pressed into his mouth, making his lips shiny and wet. “Say it again,” Victor demanded, as he pinned Yuuri’s wrists to the door. “Call me that again.”
“Vitya,” Yuuri repeated breathlessly.
“Again.”
“Vitya.”
“Again.”
“A-ah!” Yuuri let out a high cry as Victor ground their hips together. “Vitya!”
Victor groaned. In one swift movement, he shoved his hands beneath Yuuri’s thighs and hiked him up against the door. Yuuri whimpered as Victor pressed his weight firmly against the door, his fingers scrabbling against Victor’s back and shoulders. He could feel Victor’s hard cock against his own, and it was clouding his mind with delirious pleasure.
Victor’s lips touched the underside of Yuuri’s jaw. Yuuri tilted his head back as he jerked in Victor’s grip, uncaring of how he hit the door, and tangled his fingers in Victor’s silky hair. “Please,” he whimpered. “Victor!”
Pressing against him harder, Victor started to roll his hips. Yuuri couldn’t help but spread his knees wider, trusting that Victor wouldn’t let him fall, so that more friction could reach his cock. He was whimpering like crazy and he couldn’t stop it, especially not when Victor starting sucking bruises all down his throat. “You’re mine, Yuuri,” he growled, as he rubbed against Yuuri harder. One hand slipped around to Yuuri’s ass, his fingers pressing under the waistband of Yuuri’s pants and underwear. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Pretty omega.”
Yuuri cried out as Victor’s fingers brushed against his hole. They didn’t go in, but it was enough stimulation to bring him right to the edge. “Victor, Victor, please,” he begged, his hips twitching. “Alpha, please!”
Victor grunted, and doubled his efforts. His fingers were covered in slick and it made his rough teasing all the more pleasurable. “Are you going to come for me, Yuuri?” Victor purred, lifting his head to claim Yuuri’s lips once, then twice, before he settled for watching Yuuri’s face. He was so close that Yuuri could almost feel his lips again. “Does it feel good?”
“Feels good,” he whined, huffing. He tugged on Victor’s hair helplessly, and delighted in the way it made Victor’s eyes darken even further.
“Good boy, Yuuri,” Victor cooed, as Yuuri’s moans started to come faster. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Your alpha is going to make you feel so good, because you’re just so perfect for me, aren’t you?”
Yuuri whimpered. He could feel his body tensing, his stomach coiling as his orgasm rushed towards him. “Vitya, I’m going to- can I-? Please, Vitya.”
“Of course, Yuuri,” Victor purred again. He rolled his hips harder against Yuuri’s once more, making sure Yuuri felt the entire length of his cock, before the tip of his index finger pressed inside him, just a little. “Come for me, Yuuri.”
Yuuri jerked as his orgasm washed over him. If Victor hadn’t had such a tight grip on him, he surely would have fallen straight to the floor. As it was his back arched, and his whimpers became high and hiccupped. He was probably pulling on Victor’s hair too much but it just felt so, so good.
When he finally came back down, he found Victor leaning against him, his hips twitching lazily. Victor’s teeth were against his neck again, sucking another mark into his skin. At the memory of seeing them in the morning, Yuuri suddenly felt far too warm all over. He’d just had an orgasm, but his cock was already getting hard again.
“Victor, we should go home,” he said, his voice sounding oddly wet as Victor glanced up at him.
“Is it starting?”
“M-mmm,” Yuuri hummed. He smoothed his fingers down Victor’s cheek, and gave him an adoring look. “Victor?”
Victor rubbed their noses together. “What is it, Yuuri?”
Yuuri sucked in a deep breath. “I want you to mark me… on my neck,” he whispered, cheeks flushing even further. “Please, anywhere… I want to be known as yours.’’