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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Yakov_Feltsman, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor
      Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Presenting!Yuri, Alpha!Yuri, OCs_-_Freeform,
      being_an_alpha_isn't_easy, Ask_Yuri, omega!otabek, Otafriends, A_study_in
      omegaverse, in_which_things_go_wrong_most_of_the_time, alpha!Victor,
      Omega!Yuuri, Omega!Yakov, believe_me_that's_important, Tagged_for
      explicit_masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-13 Updated: 2018-01-27 Chapters: 12/? Words: 16138
****** Things that never change ******
by GoHACoyote
Summary
     Worried about the obvious delay with his presenting, 17 yo Yuri
     Plisetsky decided to take an hormonal treatment.
     How will our almost-adult ice skater deal with the changes that most
     people undergo in their harmless childhood and how it will affect his
     relationships and career?
     Follow this history about akward medical procedures, late puberty,
     misguided omegaverse dynamics and a blooming relationship.
     -------
     Omg omg omg the beautiful Animefangirl1221 is beta-reading me!!! Now
     you can read this fic with the fluency of a native speaker!!!
     Chapter status:
     Written & Fixed: 1-4
     Just written: 5-12
***** Prologue *****
Yuri knew very well what was happening to him, but knowing it didn’t make it
any less aggravating. The young skater thrashed in his bed, trying to find a
comfortable position and failing miserably. It was now well past three in the
morning and with not a wink of sleep in sight Yuri started thinking about what
was causing him his distress.
He was now 17 and the fact that he still hadn't presented yet had evolved from
just a singularity of his body into a worrisome issue. Not only for his family
and coaches, but for himself too.
At first, when he had just passed the average age for presenting without a
single change. Yuri couldn’t care less. It just meant he had more time to take
advantage of his lithe and flexible frame before the changes that came with
presenting forced him to change his skating style and training programs, and
that was the best thing he could have asked for.
He had planned his future meticulously. If he were to present as an alpha,
chances were he would grow taller and broader, and probably lose some of his
flexibility and grace in favor of physical strength and stamina. If that
happened, he would focus on his jumps and technical score, just like Viktor,
who had to restructure his own identity as a skater when he became bigger and
manlier.
If he were to be a beta he would need to work twice as hard, just like the Thai
skater, who learned to measure himself with his own scale, because he has to
compete against alphas and omegas, who held physical and aesthetic advantages
over betas.
If he presented as an omega, he could keep most of his skating style since
omegas typically had smaller frames with enhanced gracefulness. He would
probably struggle with keeping up with his training regimen because those small
bodies oft spent much of their available energy in turning themselves into baby
factories. Just like Georgi, who needed an enormous amount of drama in his
programs to hide how much they drained him. At least Georgi loved drama, Yuri
not so much.
Every year on his birthday Yuri would take some time to mourn over his teenage
body and prepare himself to welcome the changes that never came. After several
birthdays like that Yuri decided that something needed to be done lest he never
present at all.
The presenting hormone treatment had been Yuri's idea to begin with. The
principal reason were the horrible accounts of illness and suffering about
people who never presented he had read on the internet. The feeling of being
left behind was a close second. He was aching to experiment with the strength
or the seducing power, or even just having the knowledge that he was safe in
his own body; knowing who he was and what he had.
Three months into the treatment and there he was; trying to scratch his own
skin off, to get rid of the tingling sensation that was making him incredible
irritable. He had thrown himself onto his bed to try and make the itching stop
or lessen to some degree. Before long reached to the bedside table and grabbed
his phone, he had been told to tell someone when his presenting started. Yuri
knew that Yakov was the best option, the old omega would know exactly what to
do, with his kilometric history of dealing with teenage skaters this should be
a simple task. But for some reason the first name he typed wasn’t his coach’s
name.
To: Beka
Yura: I think I’m presenting
He sent the same text to his coach a few minutes later then proceeded to roll
off his bed and drag himself to the bathroom connected to his room. Maybe a
shower would help dull the aching and itching of his skin. Yuri tried to catch
a whiff of himself as he undressed, but he didn’t notice anything special. It
would take a few more hours, maybe a day, before he would find out what his
secondary gender was, and the waiting was killing him. The nurse at the
secondary gender clinic gave him a book with detailed information about what
was going to happen, but the damn book was designed for a younger reader. There
was a certain amount of cartoon bunnies and sugar coated words Yuri could
tolerate before puking. In the end the book had been abandoned somewhere around
Lilia’s house.
As he was leaving the shower, feeling refreshed, his phone meowed a couple of
times. He picked up his phone and looked at the notifications on the screen.
The first message was from Yakov, prompting him to send a text if he needed
something. The second one was from Otabek, warning him to keep away from too
big phallic objects and too tight non-stretching holes (that made him laugh),
and the last one was from Viktor.
Fucking oldman: Pozdravlyayu!!! Yuuri and I are very proud of you! Also, we
have a present for you when you started the treatment and were waiting the
right moment to give it to you. It’s an ancient Japanese tradition!! Have
fun!!!
Yuri frowned at that message, until he entered his room. There on the bedside
table, was a plate with a sandwich and a glass of milk with a note in Yakov’s
big strokes “eat properly”. Yuri mutters under his breath before looking on the
bed where a small wooden box with a carved japanese landscape lie. Yuri grabbed
the sandwich and sat on the bed, much too curious about the box to get dressed.
When he opened the box he found an small wooden doll, it was smooth and had no
other parts rather than head and body. Beside the doll there was a ring made of
braided leather that felt really soft in his fingers.
“What’s this sh…”
When he noticed the little omega symbol in the base of the doll, and the alpha
one printed on the ring, he understood what he was holding in his hands and
dropped them as if they burned his skin. He jumped up from his position on his
bed, leaving the offending objects to fall to the floor pathetically.
 
“FUCKING DAMN PERVERT OLD FART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Yuri screamed into what he
thought was an empty apartment.
***** Chapter 2 *****
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Yuuri whispered as he tried to take Viktor away
from Yuri’s room, but Viktor didn’t listen and kept his nose pressed against
the space under the door.
 
“Don’t worry, we’re already bonded. Even if Yurio turns out to be an omega his
scent won’t affect me.” Viktor smiled up at Yuuri’s crouched figure beside him.
 
Yuuri’s face turned a little red with the mention of their bonding. The fresh
wound on the left side of his neck pulsed pleasantly, stirring memories of the
incredible weeks they had spent together since then. Almost making him forget
why he was scolding his alpha. Viktor glanced up and noticed Yuuri’s dreamy
smile. He smiled again, knowing perfectly what he was thinking, because he
himself was daydreaming a little as well.
 
Viktor couldn’t pull his gaze away from his omega after such an adorable face
like that so he pulled Yuuri into his arms. Yuuri gave a hushed gasp of
surprise before Viktor’s lips were on his. Soon chaste kissed turned sloppy and
wet before dying back down and Yuuri found himself curled into Viktor's side,
still in front of Yuri’s door.
 
“We shouldn’t be here…” Yuuri whispers again, still a bit out of breath from
the short make out session.
 
“Yuuri, I…” Viktor starts before Yuuri interrupts him.
 
“No, don’t misunderstand me. I know you would never harm Yuri, but this is a
private thing. We have already overstepped our boundaries when you gave him
that thing you bought in Japan.” Yuuri’s cheeks dusted pink when he thought
about what exactly Viktor had given Yuri.
 
Viktor faked a hurt expression, and brought one hand to his chest for more
drama. He gasped a bit then said, “You told me that it was a Japanese
tradition!”
 
“In the most traditionalist of families in the countryside! And it’s something
to be given by parents to their children! I won’t blame Yurio if he tries to
kick you to death when all this is over.” Yuuri says with a huff and a mildly
angered expression.
 
Viktor kisses his omega again, and Yuuri knows he is going to lose the
argument. Viktor kisses a trail from Yuuri’s lips up his jaw.
 
“Viktor…” Yuuri pauses a bit when Viktor’s lips and the tip of his tongue brush
over Yuuri's earlobe eliciting a gasp from the omega. “Let’s give him some
space. We’ll know how he presents soon either way.” Yuuri panted between
kisses.
 
Viktor ignores the pleas from his omega and continues kissing down Yuuri’s neck
before reaching the fresh bite mark he had left. He licked the skin around the
freshly healing wound before grazing his teeth over it. Viktor’s hands
wandering shamelessly over his precious Yuuri.
 
“Viktor… ah~” Yuuri whined as Viktor brushed over a particularly sensitive
patch of skin.
 
“FUCKING DAMN PERVERT OLD FART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
 
The yell seemed to snap Yuuri out of the pheromone haze that Viktor had tranced
him into but not without a louder moan when Viktor nipped at his neck. Viktor
pulled back and found Yuuri staring at him with a bit of worry, Viktor
returning the expression. A loud bang on the door alarmed them, making them
stand up in a jump.
 
“GET THE FUCK OFF MY DOOR YOU FUCKERS! I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU!!!!”
 
The bonded pair bounded out of the small apartment and hoped that they hadn’t
put their younger friend into an awkward situation. Once out of the building
Viktor pulled Yuuri close and whispered the promise of finishing what they had
started back at home. And of course Yuuri blushed a bright red.
 
--
 
Yuri stood at his bedroom door until he was sure that Viktor and Yuuri weren’t
outside of his room anymore. Then he went back to wallow in his misery on his
bed. His southern regions were on fire, and not the good meaning of fire. He
was painfully horny now, but his skin was so sensitive he couldn’t manage to
put his hands on himself without howling in pain and his nose itched
mercilessly.
 
Fed up with not having anyone there to whine, I mean complain to Yuri flipped
over on his bed and looked for his phone. When he found it he grabbed it and
furiously typed a text. Typos most definitely appearing.
 
To Beka
Yura: WHY U DINT TELL ME TIS WAS SO HORRBLE?!!
 
Otabek took a few minutes to answer, and Yuri used them to kick off the towel
around his waist that had become as rough as sandpaper to his extremely
sensitive skin. Laying there completely naked seemed to alleviate the pain by
just the slightest degree. Yuri stared up at his white ceiling until his phone
buzzed with the notification of Otabek’s reply. Yuri glared at the screen as he
read.
 
Beka: At least you know now that you won’t be a beta, presenting pain is an
alpha/omega privilege.
Yura: Privilege is not the word I’m using right now…
Beka: Are you able to identify scents yet?
 
Yuri rubbed his nose furiously. Everything was sharp yet clouded at the same
time and it annoyed him to no end.
 
Yura: Not yet
Beka: It’s my turn on the ice brb
Yura: kk
 
Yuri fixated his eyes on the screen of his phone. He hadn’t given himself the
time to think about it but he still had a few hours of sanity left before his
first heat or rut began, and that moment was as good as any. Presenting was not
only going to affect his career, and that was the only thing he had been
planning meticulously for years. It was going to affect his entire life too.
The way he interacted with the people around him. The way he was going to be
treated by strangers and probably even by the people he held close.
 
Because Otabek was…
 
Yuri shook his head, of course there were still a lot of prejudices about
secondary genders, he never cared about them because presenting was never a
reality for him until now. Now they were his reality. Between all of the people
he knew there were a lot of examples. Figure skating was known as an “omega
sport” because it only showed the beautiful side of itself for a few minutes on
the ice. It showed nothing of the majority held in the dark, the long hours of
physical exhaustion and strain needed for it. A big number of the figure
skaters that ended presenting as alphas changed their focus to speed skating,
or hockey, or anything they could exploit their new advantages with. Staying in
figure skating was considered a waste of talent because the characteristics of
the sport gave the same chances for omegas, alphas or even stubborn betas to
win. And of course an alpha beat by an omega was a shameful one. That constant
pressure was one of the things that alpha skaters like Viktor and Mila had to
carry on their shoulders.
 
On the other side, he remembered some stories he has heard in the rink, about
the time when Yakov first intended to become and ice skating coach. 30 years
ago Yakov Feltsman was a successful omega ballet dancer about to retire to live
a new life at the side of his alpha, the prima ballerina Lilia Baranovskaya,
just like expected for omegas. Therefore it was a huge shock when the very same
Yakov Feltsman reappeared as a side trainer for a local couple of pair skaters
just a few months after his wedding. The amount of trash he had to deal with
every day made the once sensible and kind ballet dancer one tough cookie. The
very same Yakov Feltsman that has ice skaters of any secondary gender shaking
in fear when he begins to bark instructions at his rink. There were rumors that
said that this was the reason they broke their bond. That and the fact that
Yakov never wanted to have children. That made the old coach what people called
a ‘rotten omega’.
 
Yuri didn’t want to be a shameful alpha or a rotten omega, he just wanted to be
himself.
 
Yuri grabbed his phone again and searched the names of the skaters he knew,
specifically he tied his search with the words “alpha”, “omega”, “shameful” and
“rotten”
 
… “Japan's no. 1 figure skater Katsuki Yuuri announced his retirement for after
next year's international competitions. And in a way it’s a shame, because he’s
just so beautiful. But we know it’s the correct thing to do. In fact he was
getting a little too old, a few more years and he would have ended up becoming
rotten, but congratulations! We can’t wait to see the precious children he’ll
have with his fiancé: alpha Viktor Nikiforov…”
 
“Emil Nekola and Michael Crispino are dating, yes, as in two alphas dating. I’m
not judging but they’re figure skaters. What can we expect of two alphas who
like to be treated like omegas? What a shame! Which one you think is the omega
in that relationship? Or do they decide by punching each other into submission?
Too much brute force and no diplomacy, that’s what you get in an a/a couple, I
give them a month...”
 
“… so Leo de la Iglesia is an omega!, what a surprise, he’s so not delicate at
all, I thought he was a beta, he will have a hard time finding someone who
wants to bite him…”
 
“… alpha Christophe Giacometti…”
 
“…Seung-gil Lee…”
 
“… omega…”
 
“…alpha…”
 
“…disgrace…”
 
 
Yuri was about to search himself, but stopped at the last minute. He hadn’t
searched Otabek’s name either. In the end he decided that he didn’t need that
kind of stress in that moment.
 
Otabek was an important card in Yuri’s future planning, he liked him, as in
LIKE liked him. He knew Otabek liked him back, if he were to judge by that
almost-kiss they shared at the last competition they participated earlier in
that year. He wanted Otabek to be in his life “like that” but he was unsure. Of
course his best 'almost-something-else’ friend wasn’t the kind of person who
would let prejudices affect the way he sees people, but Yuri didn’t know about
himself. Would his perception of what he felt towards Otabek change if he
turned to be an alpha or an omega?
 
Because Otabek was…
 
Yuri sighed, those kinds of thoughts weren’t useful in that moment. But he knew
exactly what were the ones that would help him, at least with the pain he felt
in his lower half.
 
He opened an incognito tab and went directly to pornhub…
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yakov was the kind of coach who wanted to monopolize his skaters’ lives. All of
them shared the same apartment building. That’s why it was so easy for everyone
to eavesdrop at each other's private lives. Yuri was given an apartment for
himself when he turned 16, but his coach had a copy key for emergencies, since
he was still a minor. Most of the time it was used to let Yakov shout at Yuri
about the disastrous state of the place.
 
When the news that Yuri had started presenting it found everyone on the Russian
solo skating team, plus Yuuri, pooled around the counter in Yuri’s kitchen with
various excuses. All of them curious about the condition of their younger
“brother”. Poor Potya was hidden under the sofa, not being used to seeing so
many people in the apartment.
 
“Wanna check the bets?” Mila asked as she leaned over the counter, with an
enormous grin that said nothing better than mischief was coming.
 
“Your lazy asses should be on the ice right now!” Yakov barked as he looked up
from the fridge. He had decided to take the time and purge the fridge from all
fast food, expired goods, and other things that weren’t healthy for Yuri to
have access to.
 
“Don’t be like that gramps, everyone here is worried about our baby
boy.” Milo quipped sarcastically as she reached over the neckline of her shirt
to procure a piece of paper from her bra.
 
“I don’t think ‘worried’ is the right word.” Yuuri muttered, but he couldn't
deny he was already engulfed by Viktor’s enthusiasm.
 
The redhead woman unfolded the piece of paper in her hands and cleared her
throat, speaking with solemnity. “Since Yuri keeps groaning and cursing, it
obviously isn’t a painless presenting. So Georgi, you voted beta, you’re out.”
 
Georgi just grunted and folded his arms, accepting his defeat.
 
“Now, we’re down to Viktor and me who voted omega and Yuuri and Lilia who voted
alpha. Well, and Gramps here who didn’t vote.” Mila gestured to the old coach
who was on his way out of the apartment with a bag full of spoiled goodies.
Yakov grunted at the shenanigans that his skaters were up to and walked out of
the door.
 
“You said you wanted my opinion! I didn’t know we were making
bets!” Yuri protested, becoming flustered at the thought that he had been
included in the betting without being asked.
 
Viktor sensed his lover becoming distressed and wrapped an arm around
Yuuri.“That’s the thing about Mila, my love.” Viktor said, kissing Yuuri’s hair
as he pulled him closer by the waist. “Everything about her is a bet.” He
winked at Mila and her smile became broader in response.
 
“And you all can bet you won’t be participating in your next competitions if
you don’t leave this apartment and go to the rink in this moment!!” Yakov
shouted as he walked back into the kitchen to find all of his skaters still
gathered around the kitchen island/bar counter.
 
Everyone blanched, some more than others,  and scrambled to gather their stuff
and get out of Yuri’s apartment the head back to the rink. In a matter of
seconds, the apartment was empty, leaving Yakov with a smug smile and an
expired yogurt in his hand that he seemed to have missed on the first round of
cleaning.
 
In another room in the same apartment, Yuri held his phone in his hands,
staring intensely at it. The screen showed the main page of pornhub. Yuri was
by no means oblivious of the matters of porn, it was just that he always have
clicked at the ´beta porn’ banner, because dynamics porn had been too hardcore
for him.
 
Dynamics porn was filmed during actors' heats and ruts, and saying it was
hardcore was being modest about it. It had videos plagued with all kinds of
bodily fluids, animalistic behaviors and unexpected shenanigans, and Yuri had
never been so aroused by an online banner in his whole life.
 
Yuri’s thumb hovered above the dynamics option, trembling with anticipation. He
was craving something, he didn’t really know what, but he wanted it now. His
lower parts pulsed mercilessly, and touching himself was still painful as hell,
but he was so turned on he knew he could cum just by watching. Yuri opened the
dynamics porn tab, and he let out a shuddering sigh when all the available
videos appeared on his screen. The first video showed a young man with tanned
skin and tattoos all over his chest, he was showing a painful expression, as he
was being yanked roughly by his hair, the name of the video was “Female boss in
rut ravishes young alpha secretary”.
 
The next video seemed friendlier looking; it showed a smiling couple, a girl
and a guy, both had a distinctively dazzled look , the name of the video was
“Polyamorous bonded threesome omegas have synchronized heats, alpha is in
trouble”. Yuri licked his lips and almost tapped play.
 
A third video caught his attention, the quality of the video was lower than the
other two, and it showed a young man, an alpha around his late twenties biting
viciously the neck of a blonde man who looked at least 10 years older, the name
of the video was “Mature omega does his best to handle husbands feral rut
AMATEUR 3 hour nonstop”. There was something about amateur videos that had
always been a weak spot for Yuri.
 
The video started loading and Yuri got himself comfortable, laying on his back
and spreading his legs shamelessly wide.
 
The first seconds of the video showed the young alpha tangled in the sheets of
a queen size bed, his breath was raged and his long athletic body was covered
in a sheen of sweat, the moistened black curls of his head were sticking up in
a messy way that talked of the restless hours of pre-rut. A shorter man
appeared from the right corner of the screen, wearing a knitted sweater and
plain jeans. He walked to the camera to adjust the angle of the image. A pair
of gentle blue eyes met Yuri’s from the other side of the screen and Yuri
wasn’t sure this was meant to be put online for all the world to see.
 
The omega went to the bed and took off his shoes, sitting at his alpha
side. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” He extended his hand to lovingly caress the
alpha’s hair.
 
A loud growl reverberated menacingly from the alpha’s chest, and the omega’s
expression changed into one of worry.
 
“Is everything alright?” Worry now coloring the older's voice as well as his
expression.
 
In a second the alpha jumped from his position, tackling the omega with bared
teeth. His eyes held an unfocused and wild look, but the most unsettling thing
was the enormous erection he was sporting, dark red and glistening in pre-
cum. Yuri’s hips jumped involuntarily at that, actively avoiding to let his
imagination wander around and focusing in the images in front of him. The
alarmed eyes of the omega stared at his alpha trying to decipher the younger
man’s actions; the alpha looked back defiantly, inhaling deeply the other’s
scent.
 
“Mine…” The alpha growled pleasantly, relaxing his posture. Draping himself
over his omega’s slightly tense body.
 
“Oh dear, you’ve gone feral.” The omega muttered before soliciting a rather
lewd moan as his alpha kissed down his throat.
 
The omega looked visibly nervous as the younger man busied himself in finding a
way to rip the other’s clothes off his body. Hands roamed over the clothed
body, trying to pull the omega’s shirt off. After having some difficulty with
the shirt, the alpha went to trying to strip his omega of all of his clothing
from the waist down.
 
“Baby, I’m too old to help you with a feral rut. Just, please calm down.” The
omega pleaded to deaf ears. The alpha managed to get his omega naked from waist
to toes, the blonde used that distraction to put a foot out of the bed turning
slowly with the intention of escaping as soon as he could. “Come back to your
senses, I’ll bring you some water and-” The alpha noticed what the other was
doing and planted a hand heavily on the other’s back, pinning him down easily.
 
“MINE!” He shouted angrily, the wild look in his eyes becoming more intense.
 
“YES!!! YES, yours. Oh my God, you’re going to destroy my ass aren’t you?” the
blonde held up his hands, in signal of surrender.
 
The alpha buffed as a warning, but relaxed again when he was convinced of his
omega's apology. As an attempt to try and get his alpha to calm down just a
fraction the omega started stroking his back, trying to soothe the tensed
muscles under his fingers.
 
“Pups.” The alpha grunted as he gripped his omega’s length in his hand and
became to pump it. “Lots and lots of them…”
 
“O-of course.” The omega answered in a light and breathy voice, beginning to
succumb to his alpha completely.
 
The alpha dipped down and took the majority of his omega’s length into his
mouth. The omega went limp and cooperative under his alpha’s ministrations. An
endearing smile on his face that slowly changed into one of arousal as the
younger man flipped him around to work his back side with the intention of
stimulating his omega’s body into producing enough slick.
 
Yuri closed his eyes and set his phone beside his head. In his state the sound
of the video was enough to fuel his own arousal and having to watch it too was
beginning to become a little overwhelming. He began undulating his hips, his
hands firmly planted on his hipbones, pressing down. The slight pull it caused
on the skin of the base of his penis was enough to make him see stars. He could
identify just by his hearing, the exact moment when the alpha penetrated his
partner. His own moans started accompanying the smaller ones that came from his
phone speaker. He arched his back as much as he could, pressing his ass against
the sheets, and enjoying the friction.
 
He heard the wet slapping sound of their rough fucking, the deep growls of the
alpha and the lewd wimpers of the omega. Along with half assed pleas to
keep the other from biting too hard, and he couldn’t stop his imagination from
going wild.
 
He imagined Otabek, aroused, a lewd expression clearly present on his face. His
eyes fixated on Yuri as he watched Yuri work his way into an orgasm just by
thrusting madly into the air. Yuri imagined Otabek standing by the door rubbing
himself over his jeans, creating the most delightful sight. Just the way Yuri
had always imagined his best friend when he dedicated a self-pleasure session
to him. And until that moment it had always been enough.
 
This time it was diferent.
 
This time fantasy Otabek wasn’t just going to watch him. Yuri’s hips stuttered
as he imagined his best friend unzipping his pants and walking closer to him.
His biker jeans slowly slipping down the slim hipbones in the most seductive
way. Leather jacket sliding off his broad shoulders and settling around his
elbows. Otabek’s normally styled hair was now an alluringly tempting mess, just
begging for Yuri to card his fingers through the dark locks. Yuri could almost
hear Otabek calling him softly.
 
“Yura…” Otabek whispered.
 
“MINE! ONLY MINE!! MY OMEGA! MY PUPS INSIDE!” the alpha of the porn video
growled
 
“Beka!” Yuri cried from pleasure, hands shifting from his hips to his lower
stomach.
 
Fantasy Otabek bent over him, Yuri grabbed his thighs and squeezed hard,
imagining Otabek’s hands instead.
 
“SUCH A GOOD ALPHA! SO GOOD TO ME!!” The omega from the video chanted like a
mantra, as the wet slaps became faster and more erratic.
 
Fantasy Otabek lowered his head over Yuri’s hips and opened his mouth. Sadly
Yuri didn’t get to know what Otabek was going to do to him, because in that
moment everything went white, and he was launched into the most incredible
orgasm of his life. He was so sensitive and could barely touch it because an
intense pain brought him back to earth. Yuri opened his eyes disoriented,
wondering if it all was going to hurt like that but the pain didn’t go away If
anything it increased with every passing minute.
 
“What…?” Yuri muttered. His eyes still a bit glassy from his emotional
high. When he looked at his own body, the only thing he could see was blood
pooling between his legs. He went cold. “Y… YAKOV!!! YAKOV HELP!!! VICTOR!!!”
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, this went a little bit gory, but I promise it's not as bad at
     it sounds.
     Thank you for all your support!!
     Thank you for reading!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh my, I was trying to make this chapter a few scenes longer, but it
     seems I can't manage to write more than two scenes without getting
     severe grammar problems so it's useless to try and wait longer to
     post it.
     Please, enjoy!
When Yuri opened his eyes the first thing he saw was an unconscious Viktor
lying on the hospital bed to Yuri’s right, looking as pale as a sheet of paper.
His head cushioned by his arms and his breathings sounding soft through
slightly parted lips. The second thing he noticed was the distinct feeling of
his genitals carefully wrapped in bandages, there was a suspicious looking tube
that came from under the blanket to a plastic bag attached to the side of his
bed. The third thing he noticed was Mila, who sat on the opposite side of his
bed. She wore a tired and sorrowful look as she grabbed his hand.
 
“Mila?” Yuri questioned. He whinced a bit at how rough his voice was. “W-what
happened?”
 
The redhead’s voice broke and the beginnings of tears glistened in the corners
of her eyes as she explained. “Things… Things went wrong.” She squeezed his
hand in an attempt to comfort Yuri. “A-and they had to cut it off…”
 
Yuri felt his heart sink. “WHAT?!!” He yelled.
 
In consequence to that, Viktor bolted up and looked around with a confused
sleepy look. He looked at Yuri and gave him a torpid smile. It was at that
moment that Yuuri walked into the room holding two hot drinks.
 
Mila snorted, a hand pressed to her mouth as she tried to contain her
laughter…and failed, spectacularly. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GAWD!! YOUR
FACE!! THAT WAS SO PRECIOUS! I SHOULD’VE HAD MY CAMERA ON!!”
 
Yuuri gave one of the drinks he was holding to Viktor who gratefully accepted
it. Yuri started to hyperventilate and Yuuri placed a calming hand on
his shoulder. He shot a still giggling Mila an annoyed look.
 
“Mila, please, don’t scare him like that.“ Yuuri said smiling apologetically to
Yuri. “I’ll tell the doctor that you've woken up. She’ll explain everything.”
 
…
 
By the time Yuuri came back with the doctor Yuri was shouting all of his
repertory of curses in a state of pure rage. Mila on the other hand had a blue
tint to her skin and lovely black stripes running down her face from her eyes
as she fought to breath in the middle of her incontrollable laughter. Yuuri
wasn’t so amused and neither was the doctor. He huffed and grabbed Mila by
the collar of her coat and dragged her from the room, Viktor stood up from his
seat next to Yuri and moved to lay on the other bed in the room. After they had
all left, Yuri calmed down enough to talk with the doctor.
 
“I… it’s still there right?” He asked in a nervous, if not frightened, voice.
“I mean, you didn’t take anything off, right?”
 
The doctor sighed. As a dynamics specialist she was required to have an
infinite amount of patience. “No Mr. Plisetsky, everything is still in place.”
 
Yuri felt his spirits lift. “Then what happened?” He was trying his hardest to
at least sound mature.
 
The doctor brought out her clipboard and read a few lines before speaking
again. “Well first of all, congratulations. Your presenting hormone treatment
was a success, you’re an alpha now. You may feel a little dizzy right now, we
had to give you emergency alpha-suppressants to interrupt your rut.” A long
list of new problems displayed in Yuri’s mind. He shoved them to the back,
he’ll think about them later. The doctor continued speaking. “Usually, most of
the late presenting alphas start their first ruts with an infantile size knot.
That way it lets the skin thicken and gain elasticity.” Yuri looked down at his
bandaged genitals, grimacing. “But in your case, you popped a full adult size
knot, and your body was not prepared for that.”
 
Yuri looked back up at the doctor with big round eyes and a dumbfounded
expression. He tried to speak but for a few moments he sat there flapping his
gums trying to get words out. “Did I rip my penis open?!” Yuri exclaimed, his
voice cracking just a bit at the thought.
 
“It’s a common injury for young alphas, and it looks far more serious than it
actually is. You should be fully healed in a month or so depending on how well
you follow the plan and instructions we have for you.” The doctor sounds a bit
exasperated, probably looking forward to the end of her shift.
 
That explained Yuri’s weird dream about having a piragna in his pants.
 
At that moment, Yuri remembered that he was not the only patient in the room.
He looked at Viktor who had passed out on the other bed.
 
“Then what happened to him?” Yuri asked pointing over to his rink mate.
 
The doctor glanced up from her paperwork for a moment before looking back down.
“Mr. Nikiforov was the one who carried you here. He was a bit over stimulated
 by the new alpha pheromones you were sending out and was quite impressed by
what he saw when we removed the sheet from you, he should be fine in a few
hours.”
 
...
 
Beka: Are you all right? 
 
That message was sent from Otabek five hours earlier and Yuri couldn’t manage
to write a response  It wasn’t really all that hard, just a ‘yeah, I’m ok’
should be enough but it will lead to the next question. Then Yuri would have to
tell him that he was an alpha now and that thought would roll down hill like a
snowball, bringing things up that he was just a little too scared to think
about.
 
Because he could do things now.
 
Things like popping a – damaged at the moment – knot.
 
Things like forming a bond.
 
Things that Otabek may not find attractive in him.
 
Because Otabek was the weirdest omega Yuri had ever met in the entirety of his
life
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     If you haven't noticed yet, this is me exploring the alpha side of
     presenting, most of the a/o/b fics around are focused in omegas, and
     I really wanted to create a world where alphas doesn't get it any
     easier.
     I'm sorry for the ultra-short chapters, i'm aiming to actualize at
     least twice a week to make up for that.
     Again, thank you for reading! <3
The nurses have told him not to scratch the stitches. Yuri thought it was
easier for them to say because they didn’t have their jewels unceremoniously
tucked inside the most uncomfortable bandages ever invented. He tried to follow
the instructions as much as he could until the itchiness was too much for him.
They have told him he would be released several hours later that afternoon, so
there was no prospect of relief anytime soon.
 
He dug his heels in the mattress, doing a last effort to resist the need, but
it was useless, he thought that if he was careful then it could be fine. The
door was open; he needed to make sure that nobody notice, and when he didn’t
see anyone outside his room he stealthily introduced his hand under the
bandages.
 
He carefully touched the stitches, they probably felt bigger than they really
were, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying, had it been permanently
deformed? Did he now have the bad kind of monster dick? Would it show through
his sportswear?
 
Would Otabek like it?
 
Yuri shook his head, this alpha hormones had him thinking too much in stuff he
didn’t want to think about in public.
 
He closed his eyes and sighed in relief when he could take care of the
insufferable itch.
 
“Having fun?”
 
A middle aged nurse chuckled as she entered the room with pink paper in her
hands. It took a few seconds for Yuri to notice he has been caught with a hand
on his crotch.
 
“NO! DON’T!!! IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!” He janked his hand out of the bandages
a little too roughly than he should, making himself wince in pain.
 
The nurse just laughed
 
“Don’t worry child, this is an dynamic specialized yard, walking into someone
jerking off is actually every day’s basis, although you should be a little more
careful with yourself, you don’t want the wound to reopen”
 
Yuri looked horrified.
 
“I brought your medication, everything will be explained in the written
instructions you’ll be given tomorrow, but I wanted to explain them to you
personally” She gave him the pink paper.
 
Yuri nodded, trying to brush off the embarrassment.
 
“This one…” she pointed the first medicine enlisted “is an antibiotic, to make
sure it won’t get infected, this one is a pain killer… and this other…” The
tapped repeatedly the last item of the list. “This one won’t let you have an
erection, it may sound like a bad thing, but you’ll need it until your knot
heals properly, or you’ll end here again, understood?”
 
If there were a poker face contest right then, Yuri was sure he would win it.
 
…
 
“what…?”
 
Yuri thought that he had become immune to embarrassment due to repeatedly
exposition, until Victor came to pick him up from the hospital.
 
“Your guide in alphaness, that’s why I’m here.” Victor waited until Yuri
finished tying his shoes before grabbing the backpack where he had brought
clean clothes for the younger skater.
 
Yuri shifted uncomfortably, even if the clothes were fresh, they felt gross on
his sweat sticky skin, he was willing to tolerate Victor’s idiocy if it meant
he would get a shower soon.
 
“What’s that supposed to mean huh?, that’s ridiculous” Yuri tried walking
around the bed, he could feel a little pulling as he did, but not enough to
make him limp, the doctor had said that, aside from a bit of pain, the wound
won’t interfere with his training if he was careful enough to not hit the place
directly (and he wasn’t planning to do so).
 
“You hurt me”
 
“Good”
 
Yuri walked out of the room first, blatantly ignoring the group of nurses that
waved him goodbye.
 
“Ah, Yurio!” Victor followed him
 
“don’t call me that!!”
 
“o… okay, but, Yuri wait!”
 
Yuri hurried towards an elevator and smiled triumphal when the doors closed
just a few seconds before Victor could get in. He used the minute of privacy to
check his phone, most specifically the message he had sent a few minutes
earlier.
 
Yura: I’m in the hospital, but everything is good now, I’m an alpha, btw.
 
Otabek hadn’t answered, but he had seen it. It made him a little anxious.
 
When the doors opened he was received with a faintly smell of butter and sugar.
He stepped out of the elevator following the smell, and feeling curious about
it, it guided him to the hospital’s reception desk, where Yakov where writing
something.
 
“Do you have butter cookies?”
 
“what?” Yakov stopped, looking at him a bit confused
 
“you smell like butter cookies”
 
In that moment Yuri saw a thing he never thought was possible, he saw Yakov
blush. Yuri froze, not knowing if he should be worried or scared, he choose
both.
 
“So you’re identifying scents now…” Yakov said, recovering his composure, the
old man lend the papers he was signing to the receptionist and walked to the
door “Tell Victor to hurry, I’ll be waiting in the taxi”
 
“They have scent stractors in the other floors, that’s why you haven’t smell
anything earlier…”
 
A faint smell of mint and dark chocolate reached Yuri’s, nose, Victor was at
his side, grinning like an idiot.
 
“Sweet scents are reserved for people you consider family, the sweeter the
smell, the closest the person… you may have just declared that you consider
Yakov your foster mom”
 
Yuri took his hands to his face, wishing he could die right in that moment
 
…
 
Yuri ran to his bathroom as soon as he could put a foot out of the taxi where
he took the most delicious shower of his life. Someone had taken care of the
blood of his bed, and he was thankful for it because the next think he desired
the most was taking a nap in a mattress that doesn’t feel like solid stone to
his back.
 
His phone meowed once; the name of Otabek appeared in a notification pop-up
 
Beka: I told you to don’t stick it in weird places.
 
Yuri took his phone to the bed, smiling excitedly, as he tapped the call button
under Otabek’s contact photo.
 
It rang a few times before Otabek answered.
 
“Yura?”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     The YOI wikia says that Otabek has many mischievous friends, and this
     happened...
Yuri was a natural riot, an unstoppable natural force with no breaks in his way
down from what he wants to what he does, bringing devastation and being
unapologetic about that. Otabek was, on the contrary, a broken tap, fused with
the background, silent, normal, until someone tries to open it and finds that
it won’t close, overflowing the sink and by the moment you manage to stop it,
everywhere would be already flooded with harsh boldness and impulsive decisions
he couldn’t take back.
 
That’s why he always tried to be analytical and measured with everything he
did, being alone helped with it, it let him think clearly. Thanks to this he
gained the reputation of a lone wolf, everyone thought he was mature, centered
and strong willed (when he really was trying to keep himself alive and out of
trouble). Mr and Mrs. Atlin were praised or having a kid who was showing
indices of being an elite alpha from such a short age, and they were very proud
of it. Therefore, Otabek knew they were a little disappointed when during his
presenting they found his little “elite alpha” son stuck with a door knob
inside of him because his heat fogged mind thought it would be a perfect
replacement of a knot.
 
It has been the longest time he had stood on his toes ever.
 
Aside from heats and sport suppressants, being an Omega didn’t turn to be what
everybody thought it would be, a great part of it were because he were raised
in a big city, and being able to meet the weird ass group of friends he made
since high school.
 
 
“We’re gonna be the Rotten Nuns!” That’s what Maxim had said when they
discussed matching tattoos and or jackets (fortunately, they opted for
jackets).
 
 
“Yeah, let Alphas be the submissive ones!…” That’s what Ruslan said back then,
but actually he was the only one of them four who had already bared his neck,
they had never held it against him though.
 
 
“Rotten Nuns, Beka, go kick some Alpha ass at that competition” That was what
Dior wrote in her message, when Otabek left to the States to participate in the
first event last year.
 
 
Since the very beggining Rotten Nuns had four rules:
   1. Be true to yourself.
   2. Ignore haters.
   3. Sex is OK.
   4. But never fall for an Alpha.
 
And until now Otabek had never felt the need to look back at the rules to stick
to them, he never thought he would be the next one to break them either.
 
Otabek was watching the repetition of Katsuki Yuuri’s press conference where he
stated he had announced his marriage, but not his retirement as everyone were
saying, when his phone chimed.
 
 
Yura: I’m in the hospital, but everything is good now, I’m an alpha, btw.
 
 
Otabek paused the video and pushed himself from his desk, inhaling deeply.
 
He never tried to lie to himself, Otabek was pretty sure of his feelings for
the Russian skater, but he had been patient about it because Yuri was younger
and unpresented, and he felt a little uncomfortable with that, but it was just
a matter of time, and when Yuri told him about the presenting treatment it felt
like a first step towards a closer relationship between them, a romantic one.
 
And Otabek was secretly very excited about it (it might had stop being so
secretly since THAT butterfly kiss he gave Yuri last competition)
 
Otabek imagined introducing Yuri to the Rotten Nuns, Yuri being the way he was
would it perfectly among them, or at least that was what he thought.
 
When he was sure Yuri would be an Omega.
 
Because Alphas always were already tall, manly and strong before presenting…
right?
 
Otabek’s mind provided him with an image of Cristophe Giacometti in his first
competitions as a junior, being the embodiment of fragility and cuteness.
 
He read the message again, and confirmed it, Yuri wrote “I’m an Alpha”.
 
Otabek decided he needed a moment and went for a walk, leaving his phone on the
bed.
 
 
- - - -
 
 
A few blocks behind Otabek’s building, there was an old bridge that crossed a
channel that has been dry for years, there were the place when he had his first
job as a DJ, he liked that place because it’s hidden among the tall buildings,
and it always felt private, the best place to clear his mind.
 
 
 “Beka-bek~”
 
 
A young man called, just around Otabek’s age. He was covered everywhere with
tattoos and piercings, he had dark eyes and lizard green hair with dark roots,
his small hands were wrapped around the big round baby bump he sported under
his thick chamois coat.
 
 
“Ruslan, you shouldn’t be here”
 
 
“I know I shouldn’t!, I’m here for you, your mom called me when she couldn’t
contact you”
 
 
Otabek sighed
 
 
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to think for a while”
 
 
“It’s alright, I’m already here so, tell me, what’s wrong?”
 
 
Ruslan sat at his side, close enough their shoulders touched, the green haired
omega waited, he knew that patience was the best way to get Otabek to spill
whatever was bothering him.
 
 
“How’s it…?, with your Alpha?” Otabek asked
 
 
Ruslan was about to answer when things made sense in his head, he looked at his
friend with big surprised eyes as he brought a hand to his mouth.
 
 
“Oh my deathly monkeys, it’s about this isn’t it?, You, of us all, are having
Alpha issues!”
 
 
The ice skater didn’t say anything, but the tension on his shoulders gave
Ruslan the answer he needed, he grabbed Otabek’s hand, and gave it a squeeze.
 
 
“Hey Beka-bek, you know that the Nun’s rules are an idiocy we did when we were
all angry and stupid, you can go and do whathever you want, none of us will
judge you, well I have no right anymore…” he rubbed his belly “Maxim might
punch you in the face, but you can deal with him, I’m pretty sure”
 
 
Otabek smiled slightly, remembering the black eye Maxim gave Ruslan when he
appeared with a bloody fresh bite mark on his neck after a whole week of not
knowing anything about him.
 
 
“I never thought I would be the kind of omega who would end with an alpha”
 
 
“Otabek, you are barely 20 years old, and you’re talking about ‘ending with an
alpha’, relax a little, the secret here is to stop thinking about it in alpha/
omega terms, you know? I have a friend who is very good at going directly to
the real issue…”
 
 
Ruslan elbowed his friend, to make Otabek look at him. Ruslan made a frowny
face and talked with his deepest voice.
 
 
“Do you love this person, or not?”
 
 
Otabek laughed hard.
 
- - - 
 
Otabek took Ruslan to his house, and was glared at by his Alpha husband,
everyone knew that he didn’t like it when His very pregnant mate hanged around
the bunch of rotten omegas he had for friends, but then again, he treasured his
omega and his pup like a gift of heavens so they never said anything.
 
The first thing he did just after he called his mother back was answering
Yuri’s message, he kept it like a joke, it would give him time enough to think
of what he really wanted to say about it.
 
But Yuri didn’t let him.
 
His favorite riff from Wellcome to the Madness sounded from his phone, still in
his hand. The image of Yuri giving him a thumps up appeared on the screen, and
he stilled his breath, toying with the idea of not answering.
 
He did.
 
 
“Yura?...”
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“…and then, she just said ´having fun?´ and I just wanted her head to explode
in that very moment!”
 
Yuri laughed uncontrollably at the other side of the line and Otabek laughed
with him, he didn’t know how much he needed to hear his best friend’s laugh,
until it made all the horrors he lived the last three days disappear in a
matter of a few minutes.
 
“AND… the old fart won’t leave me alone…”
 
“Yakov?”
 
Yuri snorted “no, the other old fart”
 
“Victor”
 
“Yeah, he said he will be my guide in alphaness?, that’s bullshit, he just
wants to make fun of me, I’m pretty sure, what is there to learn anyways?”
 
“How to NOT rip your knot open?, maybe?”
 
Yuri smirked
 
“Hey, that’s a dick move”
 
They both laughed again.
 
“you were waiting all this time to say that, didn’t you?”
 
“…maybe”
 
At first Yuri thought that the conversation would turn a little awkward, given
the circumstances, but talking with Otabek was so easy he could keep going for
hours and hours. His chest felt light and his cheeks so warm, the only thing
that could make it better was having Otabek there, with him.
 
So they could kiss again.
 
Yuri’s heart beat faster as he remembered the faint touch of his best friend’s
lips, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot, it didn’t
matter, he was alone in his room anyway.  They fell into silence for a few
minutes, but it was far from uncomfortable, knowing that they had each other at
the other side of the phone was good enough for them sometimes. But this time
Yuri had something he wanted to say since he dialed Otabek’s number.
 
“Hey Beka…”
 
Yuri bit his lower lip nervously.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Have you ever thought about having an alpha?”
 
The las thing he heard from the other side of the line before it died was a
shattering sound.
 
“…Beka?”
 
Several kilometers away, Otabek stared at the floor, where his phone had found
its atrocious end.
    * - -
 
“Woah, you look horrible!” Mila said when the younger alpha sat at his side at
Victor and Yuuri’s kitchen counter the next morning.
 
Yuri spent the whole night trying to find an innocent explanation for the
question that have probably caused Otabek to short circuit, he even tried to
ask online (anonymous mode, obviously), which got him a mixed response between
those who said that he had just ruined their friendship and those who
congratulated him for his bravery. He tried to call him again, but after the
twentieth time he got sent to voicemail he desisted. The morning arrived and
found Yuri staring at the ceiling and fantasizing in all the different ways
Otabek could put an end to their friendship just because he wasn't able to keep
his mouth shut.
 
Yuri glared at Mila “You too, but I’m not complaining, am I?” He snarled.
 
“Oh, somebody is cranky, it must be the scents, the first days that’s
overwhelming…” Said Victor, who was making pancakes for them all “I remember
the first angry alpha scent I smell, as an alpha I thought I would be able to
handle that, but I was like, twelve and just presented, It made me tremble like
a chihuaha”
 
Yuuri appeared from behind the fridge door, carrying a bowl of freshly sliced
fruit in his hands. “You want to know about frightening scents?, how about
omega in labor without her alpha?, we had to scrub the distress scent from the
walls for the next two days, when the wife appeared my mom made sure she would
never leave her omega alone anymore”
 
“But what about the best scent of them all?” Said Mila giving Victor a knowing
grin, they both let out a shuddering sigh.
 
“Unbonded omega in heat” the two older alphas said in unison, for that Victor
got Yuuri’s elbow to his ribs.
 
“ouch… of course that’s no way near of the scent of YOUR omega in heat, right,
love?” Victor corrected, and his fiancé smiled innocently.
 
Yuri, who was busy ignoring his rinkmates with Instagram, raised his eyes from
his phone.
 
“How does… and unbonded omega smell like?” The younger skater asked, trying to
appear nonchalant.
 
Mila’s face illuminated with mischief “That’s right!, the only omegas you have
had contact with are Yakov and Yuuri, and they both are bonded!” said that, she
raised from her seat and left the apartment in a rush.
 
“Where is she going?” Yuri asked
 
Before any of them could think of an answer, Mila appeared again through the
door, dragging a very confused Georgi inside.
 
“What? Wait, Mila!, what?”
 
“Shhh, you have no right to complain, this is your punishment for trying to
skip our pancake morning” she grabbed Georgi by the shoulders and pushed him
towards Yuri “Here, take a good sniff”
 
“Oh, you're back from the hospital… and you presented, congratulations” Georgi
smiled at his younger rinkmate with curious eyes, Yuri looked back at him with
a bit of hesitation.
 
Yuri sniffed the air around but he couldn't identify anything.
 
“Get closer, He practically baths in scent blockers” Mila said, pushing Georgi
a little more.
 
Yuri did what she said, and sniffed harder.
 
“What is he trying to do?”
 
“He hadn't smell an unbounded Omega yet…” Yuuri smiled a bit awkwardly.
 
“Oh?” Georgi looked a little more interested “why you didn't tell me?!” He took
off his hoodie and offered it to Yuri “of course I would want to be part of
such an important moment!, Here, it should have some of my scent since I use it
everyday”
 
Yuri didn't took the hoodie, it wasn't necessary because he had already smell
it when Georgi took it off, the scent of an unbounded Omega. He covered his
nose immediately, jumping out of his seat.
 
So far he had learned that people smell different for everyone, it depended of
the kind of relationship they hold. Victor had confessed him in their way from
the hospital that Yakov smelled like vanilla yogurt to him, Victor himself was
dark chocolate to Yuri, the katsudon smelled faintly like fresh cherries, and
Mila like cinamon and pepper (the fact that all of their scents were on the
sweet side was something he didn't want to pay too much attention), Georgi
wasn't any different, his scent remembered him of toasted almonds, but that
wasn't what got him trying to rip his own nose off his face.
 
Behind the first almond whiff he found an strange note, it didn't actually
“smell” like something, but his brain immediately reacted, giving him
information he didn't wanted to have: “young, unbound, healthy… fertile”
 
His whole body shuddered
 
“STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU STINKY BASTARD!!!”
 
Mila hugged him, laughing
 
“You'll get used to it, I promise!”










Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry for sticking to the two scenes format, I'll try to make
     next chapter at least 3 scenes long.
     Again, thank you for all your kudos and support, I hope your enjoying
     the light humor of these first chapters, it may get a little angsty
     in the future, just to spice this up.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi there! I have big news!, sweet Animefangirl1221 is going to beta
     read this fic!, soon you'll be able to read this without having to
     deal with my grammar/spelling and idiomatic mistakes!, I'm super
     grateful to her!!
Lila observed him from the side of the rink, with what he had learned was her
proud resting bitch face. Unlike Katsudon, Yuri knew how to take all his
frustrations and turn them into energy to fuel his performances on the ice, and
oh boy, he had so many frustrations in that moment.
 
For starters he was now an alpha and he didn’t know anything about being an
alpha, he knew even less than an average person. Just like Victor, he was
enrolled in the Russian educational program for high performance athletes,
which basically meant they took private intensive courses during off season
periods. To fit that short lapse, some “less important” courses were left aside
until necessary. And of course, those idiots of the program just thought that
it was a wise decision to let him turn into an adult without proper dynamics
education.
 
Other than the new scar he was going to get, and his newfound personal scent,
there wasn’t any difference from who he was three days ago to who he was in
that moment. He was still small, for alpha standards (because he had already
reached Yuuri height, who was an omega), his elasticity was there for him that
morning, and he didn’t felt any more angry or murderous than average. That was
very disappointing for him, since he had been frightened by the “changes” of
presenting for so many years, and those weren’t anywhere to be seen now that
his secondary gender had manifested.
 
Mila and Victor had taken their job as ‘older alpha siblings’ to an unnerving
point, the Katsudon wasn’t any help, and thanks to the redhead’s stupid idea
now he couldn’t manage to even look at Georgi without wanting to puke, he
didn’t know how he could keep living at the same building as them and stay
sane.
 
Lilia did a minor correction to his position, and he kept going over his
routine.
 
The worst part of all that drama was that he was unsure where his friendship
with Otabek stood right then, a small talk with Katsuki during their way to the
rink enlightened him about the difference between the phrases “dating an alpha”
and “having an alpha”, He knew the Kazakh wasn’t the kind of person who would
get easily offended, but still.
 
His coach called for a short rest and he reached the side of the rink where he
had his water bottle, towel and cellphone, at the other side of the rink Victor
and Yuri were still practicing their jumps, and Yakov was having a review with
Mila and Georgi, that was good for him, he didn’t want anyone of them near him
for a while.
 
When he picked up his cellphone he found he had two messages on Instagram, one
of them was from Otabek, with his heart in his throat he opened it first.
 
Otabek-Altin
 
Yura
My phone broke and I couldn’t remember my insta password until now, I need to
talk with you, I’ll call when I get a new phone.
 
Yuri’s blood went down to his feet in that instant, why Otabek wanted to talk
with him?, was this Otabek’s trademark stoicism or he was mad at him?
 
He closed the direct, there was another message, he thought it could help him
distract from what he just read.
 
ShitVomitSkrotum
 
You’ve got some balls if you think you have some right over Otabek just because
you presented, you stupid imp.
He doesn’t want or need you, fucker, leave him alone.
 
Yuri could feel the exact moment when his blood went from ice cold to a boiling
point.
 
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SHITHOLE AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT OTABEK???!
 
The other person answered almost immediately
 
Someone who knows him better than you ever will.
 
Yuri barely kept himself from throwing his phone as far as he could, he needed
an answer, he opened again the conversation with Otabek but It had the same
message he had read before, he went back to the other conversation and opened
ShitVomitSkrotum’s profile.
 
It was a private account, the profile photo was an image with the legend “FUCK
THE POLICE” on a red background, the description only had a Kazakh flag along
with the phrase “you know what?, I don’t give a fuck”.
 
Yuri grabbed his water bottle and made him explode against the wall, it didn’t
help, he starting cursing and banging his fists against the barrier but it
didn’t help, this was different from any other anger fit he had have in the
past, he really had the need to hurt someone and he couldn’t stop himself.
 
“Yuri?” Victor called, approaching him carefully.
 
But Yuri didn’t saw Victor, what he saw was another alpha trying to invade his
personal space, and he reacted accordingly. It took Mila and Lilia’s alpha
strength together to take Yuri off Victor, who tried to defend himself without
hurting the younger skater. When they managed to take both male aphas apart,
Yuri came back to himself.
 
“What’s wrong with you?!” Mila shouted at him
 
“I…” Yuri didn’t know how to answer.
 
“It’s okay, it may have something to do with his new hormones…” Said Victor,
trying to break the tension that built up.
 
“hormones my ass you don’t attack a member of your pack!!” Mila kept glaring at
Yuri.
 
Yuri couldn’t stand that anymore, took his skates off as fast as he could and
jumped the fence, rushing to the exit.
 
- -
 
Yuri washed his face for the third time since he got back to his apartment, he
could feel the anger still in his veins, but it wasn’t as strong as it was back
at the rink. He had shoved his phone under a pillow to keep himself from
watching those messages obsessively.
 
Someone knocked at his door.
 
“WHAT?!”
 
“It’s me… can I come in?” Yuuri voice came from the other side of the door.
 
“What do you want?!”
 
“I wanted to know if you’re ok”
 
“I’m fine, now fuck off!”
 
Yuuri sighed and leaned against the wall, taking some time to think about what
he was going to say.
 
“Victor is showing off the black eye you gave him, he’s so proud he took your
first alpha punches to his face…” Yuuri chuckled.
 
“He’s an idiot…” Yuri felt his shoulders relaxing a little.
 
“And… Mila is sorry she shouted at you…”
 
“…”
 
“No one is angry at you”
 
“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone…” Yuri pressed his forehead to the door.
 
“We know… it’s okay, Yakov says alpha kids tend to brawl all the time, it can
be just your biology… if not… if there’s something bothering you, we’re here
for you, we can help”
 
Yuri sighed, feeling as if he were holding his breath until now. “I Don’t need
you”
 
“I know…”
 
“…”
 
“Do you want to know how calming omega pheromones smell like?”
 
Yuri didn’t say anything else, but he opened the door a few centimeters. A
fresh sensation washed over him, relaxing his muscles, as he was surrounded by
a gentle cherry scent.  
 
- -
 
“See this?, that’s his fist, he went directly to the eyes!” Said Victor, to
Yuuri’s computer, on the screen Christophe Giacometti smiled widely.
 
“That’s it?, I can barely see the swelling, you have always been a crybaby”
Chris laughed at Victor indignation.
 
“It might doesn’t show right now, but I can feel it, if I wasn’t the mighty
alpha I am, I could have died”
 
That just made Christophe laugh harder.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter has a bit more of Otabek's friends, i don't want to make
     this fic centered on them, but they are an important part in this
     arc, so bear with them a little more, yes?
     Also, before reading this, see this ugly mexican dog (believe me,
     it's important):
     https://vetstreet.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/9c92a03/2147483647/
     thumbnail/645x380/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fvetstreet-
     brightspot.s3.amazonaws.com%2F81%2F203540c85211e096760050568d6ceb%2Ffile%2FXoloitzquintli-
     3-AL-645km081611.jpg
Yuri stared at Otabek’s message for the umpteenth time in a row, and sighed.
Why was it taking him so much to get a new phone? Yuri bent over himself to
scratch his ankles in frustration, he felt like a caged beast, he needed
someone to talk with, and he knew exactly who could help.
 
The girl sitting at his side made a comment about how amazing his elasticity
was but he didn’t answer and just stared through the window of the train, he
wasn’t fond to casual small talk and he wasn’t going to start now.
 
    * - -
 
“Heeeeh, your cheeks are hot” Dior pressed the back of her small hand to
Otabek’s face, as she walked back to their table in the food section of their
favorite mall, with a tray of junk food in her other hand “someone must be
thinking about you~”
 
Otabek didn’t bother to move away, he actually didn’t even acknowledge her
presence until she took her hand away.
 
“huum… Grumpybek” the fake blonde girl sat at Maxim’s side, her small, chubby
form; contrasting amusingly with the tall and muscled figure that college
basketball had given to her friend. She curiously eyed at the two in front of
them, Otabek was glaring at the box containing his brand new phone like if it
was the origin of the zombie apocalypse, and Ruslan just looked at him with an
anxious smile. Now that she noticed it, Maxim was watching Otabek too, with an
expression of disgust.
 
“Oookaaaay… what did I just miss?”
 
“Beka is betraying us” Maxim said, crossing his arms in front of him.
 
Dior widened her eyes looking at ‘the betrayer’ in disbelief “why? Are you
vegan now?”
 
Maxim hit her over the head as light as he could, with his big, basketball
hand. “No, shithead, he’s getting an alpha!”
 
“I’m not…!” Otabek tried to stop the mayhem that was about to be unleashed upon
him, but it was too late.
 
“WHAAAAAAT?!! It can’t be true! Otabek you and Maxim used to pick on alphas
back in high school!!”
 
“… we were idiots” was the only answer the ice skater could provide, feeling a
little ashamed of his past-self behavior.
 
“Do you want to meet him?” Ruslan took out his phone and started searching
through google.
 
    * -
 
“It’s him”
 
Nikolai Plisetsly took his grandson’s phone with one hand and put on his
glasses with the other, squinting at the image on the screen. “Isn’t this your
friend from the glove thing?”
 
Yuri’s cheeks turned red, fighting back his embarrassment “Dedushka, that was a
year ago”
 
“I don’t care, that was inappropriate. So this punk rat is the omega you want
to date?”
 
Yuri took his phone from his grandfather’s hands and looked at Otabek’s picture
once more before putting it back on the table. “well… yeah…”
 
“Are you sure Yuratchka?” He filled both their mugs with hot cocoa “You just
presented, you might want to wait a few years, make more friends…”
 
“Dedushka, you don’t need to worry about me, I know what I’m doing…”
 
The earnest look in his grandson’s green eyes was enough to convince the old
man of Yuri’s determination. He took off his glasses and gave him his best
serious look.
 
“Yuri Plisetsky, you could turn 50 today, and I would still worry about you,
it’s my job after all”
 
Nikolai took Yuri’s phone again, looking at Otabek’s face like If the young
skater was some kind of dangerous criminal.
 
“… still, I trust your judgement, you have always been good at taking care of
yourself, and if you’re sure this rat is not a knot chaser who is just
interested in pocketing the world's best ice skater now that he knows you’re an
alpha, then it’s okay for me, I might don’t like it, but it’s okay” He ruffled
Yuri’s hair, it has been getting longer during the last months. Yuri smiled,
basking in his grandfather’s affection.
 
“I’m the world’s best skater” Yuri said smugly.
 
“Yes you are… that’s why I’m telling you!, are you sure about him?, look! I
have seen the same haircut in one of those ugly Mexican dogs!!”
 
“Dedushka!!!”
 
Seeing his Dedushka so happy and peaceful, Yuri decided to skip the part where
he was going to tell him about the message he got, there was no need to give
Nikolai more reasons to be skeptical about Otabek. They both laughed and kept
enjoying each other company; the elderly village where Nikolai lived now was a
beautiful place full of bright people and interesting activities for all the
habitants, but sometimes Nikolai liked to skip his yoga lessons and his work at
the woodshop to spend a day with his beloved grandson.
 
    * -
 
“Wait?, is this an alpha?” Maxim asked, looking incredulous at the image Ruslan
was showing them
 
“He is, he just presented” Said Otabek, trying to keep calm.
 
“He just…? What is he? Twelve? You’re an Otaperv” Dior said, almost crawling on
top of Maxim to have a better look of the image.
 
Otabek couldn’t resist it anymore ant took off the phone from Maxim’s hands,
handing it back to its owner “He’s seventeen” he glared at Ruslan “that wasn’t
necessary”
 
“We just wanted to know what kind of mighty alpha got your interest Beka, you
never showed any interest in this kind of relationship before” the green haired
man said, taking his phone back inside his coat.
 
“He’s not really interested, right Beka?” Maxim pointed at the thick leather
collar he has been using during years, it was the same kind of collar omega
soldiers used when they were on service to avoid getting bitten, it wasn’t
really necessary but he had always liked that look “there is just one thing
alphas are good for, It’s okay if Beka wants to have some fun, I do that a lot,
and messing around with a weak alpha is a good idea, he probably… mph!”
 
Dior slapped his hand to Maxim’s mouth, looking panicked at Otabek’s reaction;
Ruslan, on the other hand just smiled pleasingly, more used to Beka and Max’s
antics than her.
 
Otabek banged his fists on the table, and stood up, ready to put Maxim back in
his place, when he noticed something with the corner of his eye. “What was
that?”
 
Ruslan noticed it too, and was looking around with wide eyes “I think that was…
a flash?”
 
“What, really?” Said Dior a little frightened
 
“Wait here, I’ll go” In a matter of seconds Maxim was already stomping down the
corridors in search of something suspicious; deep down, though, they all knew
he just wanted to run away from Otabek’s anger.
 
Ruslan put his hand on Otabek’s shoulder, massaging it playfully “You know
we’re just joking, we are actually happy for you”
 
The ice skater wasn’t so sure
 
    * -
 
ShitVomitSkrotum
 
*picture*
 
See? He doesn’t need you.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is the longest of them all!!! yay!!!
     Again than you for your kudos an coments! <3
     If you have a headcanon about this couple please feel free to share
     it with me, I'm looking for ideas for this fic!
“It’s charged~!” Ruslan chanted when the battery image displayed on Otabek’s
new phone turned all green.
 
Ruslan was the only one that accompanied Otabek back at his house after their
small reunion with the rest of the Rotten Nuns. He had promised his husband he
would be back at home an hour ago, but the more messages Ruslan received from
him, the less intentions he had to go back. Instead he made of Otabek’s couch
his makeshift bed and surveillance spot. Since Otabek’s parents were out of the
city with Mrs. Altin’s hokey team, Ruslan intended to stay there to make his
friend company.
 
 Otabek took his phone and turned it on, getting through the first
configuration steps swiftly.
 
“Are you going to call him now?” Ruslan said batting his eyelashes at his
friend.
 
The ice skater waited patiently as the device in his hands began importing his
data from his sim card “...maybe”
 
Ruslan opened his eyes widely, looking at Otabek like he had us grown a second
head “Beka-bek Altin, I have known you for years now and I have never seen you
being insecure about anything, that’s not like you”
 
“I like him” Otabek raised his sight, without a bit of doubt in his eyes “And I
want him, I’m not insecure”
 
Ruslan snorted
 
“Yeah, that’s more like you” He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position
without being crushed under his own baby bump “Then why you haven’t called yet?
I lent you my phone to message him, you could have called too, you know it
wouldn’t bother me”
 
Otabek’s phone chimed when it finished synchronizing his contacts. His fingers
automatically searched through the list until he found Yuri’s number, he let
out a deep sigh “I… I’m going to call him…”
 
A notification appeared on the screen of Ruslan’s phone, informing him that he
had 52 messages and 8 phonecalls from his husband. He barely looked at the
previews before muting it.
 
“He must be worried about you” Said Otabek
 
“He’s paranoid… go make your call in your room Beka-bek, I’ll make some dinner
to celebrate” The green haired man stretched his legs, and stood up, walking to
Otabek’s kitchen like he owned the place.
 
    * -
 
Yuri spent the trip back from the elderly village trying obsessively to track
down their nickname, without any luck.
 
The photo where Otabek appeared in a table of a food section in a mall
surrounded by people Yuri didn’t know was followed by a cascade of messages,
some of them were just insulting, some others tried to convince him of how much
Otabek didn’t care for him, the ones that got him punching walls and throwing
stuff was the ones when ShitVomitSkrotum showed him how close they were to
Otabek.
 
Close enough to know where he was.
 
He didn’t know what was happening, First of all there were someone following
Otabek around without him knowing, and the fact that he couldn’t do anything
about that made him feel extremely frustrated.
Then, that Instagram user was saying things that made him feel insecure, he had
less than a week being an Alpha, and he was already being treated like If he
was trying to pull Otabek out of competitive figure skating to turn him into a
domestic slave, just like those radical Alphas that somehow kept existing even
after decades of omega rights movements.
 
He wasn’t that kind of Alpha, Yuri didn’t even considered himself an Alpha yet,
he didn’t want and omega slave, he just wanted a boyfriend.
 
Yuri grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it, in an attempt to block the
rest of the world from him.
 
Yuri’s phone buzzed, But Yuri just pressed the pillow harder against his face.
 
The phone kept buzzing.
 
For a moment Yuri froze, thinking of the probabilities of ShitVomitSkrotum
somehow having his phone number and calling him just to terrorize him (He was
pretty much scared at this point, even if he didn’t want to accept it). On the
other hand, if it was ShitVomitSkrotim calling, then Yuri could yell at them as
much as he needed, and maybe he could find a clue of who they were and how to
stop them.
 
Yuri threw the pillow to the floor, inhaled deeply and answered his phone.
 
“LISTEN TO ME YOU FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH…!!!”
 
“Yura?”
 
Yuri’s heart got stuck in his throat
 
“Beka?!”
 
“Yeah, who you thought I was?”
 
“I… none, really, I was just… in a bad moment” He lied.
 
“Oh, do you want me to call later?”
 
“NO!!, no, I’ve been waiting four your call!” Yuri sat on his bed, almost
physically feeling how all his worries dissipated and were replaced with the
joy that always was there every time he talked to Otabek, he missed it
intensely.
 
“I’m sorry I had you waiting this much”
 
“It’s okay, I’m glad you didn’t take any longer, I…” He blushed “I missed you…”
 
Yuri could almost hear Otabek smiling.
 
“…You… asked me something the last time we talked…”
 
Yuri held his breath for a moment “Ah… about that… You don’t have to…”
 
“I have never wanted an Alpha…”
 
Yuri stomach sank “uh… that’s…”
 
“Or anyone in general, I just thought that kind of life wasn’t for me, until I
met you”
 
“What?”
 
“I had some problems to accept that you are an Alpha, it had more to do with
prejudices I thought I had gotten rid off long ago, but I never doubted that I
wanted you no matter what secondary gender you presented. And I wanted to ask
you this for months now…”
 
Yuri already had his stomach around his feet, and his heart in his throat, now
he could feel his chest swell, and his brain pulse. for a moment Yuri wondered
if it was possible to die for feelings override. He bent over himself, knowing
what was coming, and he felt his body was too small to hold all the happiness
that he was already feeling.
 
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
 
Yuri felt himself explode
 
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
 
“Yura?”
 
“YES I WANT!!!! DON’T YOU DARE DOUBT IT FOR A FUCKING SINGLE SECOND YOU
BASTARD!! OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE OTABEK WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??! I HAVE BEEN
PINNING FOR YOU LIKE AN IDIOT FOR DAYS HOW IT IS STILL A MOTHERFUCKIN’
QUESTION?? I HATE YOU BUT I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, IDIOT!!”
 
“… I have been pinning for you for years, I don’t think you have any right to
complain…”
 
They kept talking on the phone for an hour and a half, with Yuri randomly
having rage fits and Otabek laughing at them. They have never felt so giddy in
their whole lives.
 
    * -
 
When Otabek emerged from his room he found Ruslan scrolling boringly through
Instagram, with a plate of an untouched tuna salad in front of him. The
pregnant man raised his eyes when he heard his friend walk in, and a giant
smile appeared in his face when the distinctive scent of happy omega reached
his nose, betraying Otabek’s ever-present pokerface.
 
“Well, I’m glad I made this instead of oatmeal for dinner, It would be soggy by
now” he grabbed a pack of sliced bread and went to fetch the toaster “Sooo, how
it went?”
 
Otabek smiled one of those wide smiles he reserved for very special occasions.
 
“I’m the most hateful boyfriend in the world, it seems”
 
Suddenly Otabek found himself with an armful of sobbing omega.
 
“Oh my deadly monkeys!, Don’t mind my stupid hormones, I’m actually very proud
and very happy for you!!, you look so happy!!”
 
 Ruslan squeezed Otabek hard, and the ice skater rubbed his friend’s back until
he calmed down. Otabek’s phone ringed again, and when he pulled it out, the
words ‘RUSLAN-HOME” appeared on the screen.
 
“It must be your husband”
 
Ruslan dried his eyes with his sleeve
 
“Don’t answer, or answer and tell him you haven’t seen me…”
 
Otabek gave him a concerned look, Ruslan just smiled back.
 
“Don’t worry Beka-bek, not all Alphas are jealous assfaces, I just got back
luck…”
 
    * -
 
Yuri rolled on his bed back and forth, grinning and laughing like an idiot for
another half an hour before he hung up, he was vibing with so much energy he
thought about going back to the rink and skate until his legs feel like jello-
o. He jumped off his bed and stood in front of his full body mirror.
 
“Hi bitches, I’m Yuri Plisetsky, the word’s best ice skater in the history of
figure skating…” he made a pose, rising his middle fingers and showing his
tongue “ also the strongest Alpha in Russia, wait no… the world’s stronger,
most handsome and most desirable Alpha ever” he changed pose into a seductive
one “And boyfriend of OTABABE FUCKIN’ ALTIN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!” He began laughing
again, he wanted to tell someone, he needed to do something to commemorate what
had just happened.
 
“I’m gonna post it in every social media I’m in…”
 
Yuri grabbed his phone, ready to do just that, when he noticed he had an
Instagram notification. When he checked the preview it confirmed what he
thought, he had a new message from ShitVomitSkrotum.
 
He didn’t saw it, he won’t let them ruin his mood.
 
But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to let all that keep happening.
 
With his trademark resolve, he went directly to his closet, and pulled out his
favorite leopard print suitcase.
 
    * -
 
Victor and Georgi were chatting a little in front of Victor’s apartment, hours
ago they took Yuuri to a nearby bar to celebrate the Japanese omega's bravery,
when he confronted a member of the ‘Omegas for the family’ group (an extreme
conservative group of omegas who claimed that an omega’s place was at home,
raising children and being protected by their Alphas) when she tried to
humiliate Yuuri for declaring to the press that he intended to keep competing
after his wedding.
 
Yuuri was so high on his victory that he drank a little too much (again) and
the Russians practically had to drag him back to the apartment he shared with
his fiancé. Georgi was about to go back to his own apartment when they heard
the distinctive sound of a wheeled suitcase at the end of the corridor.
 
“Yuri?” Asked Victor, when he saw a very familiar image, Yuri Plisesky,
shooting daggers at them through his eyes, with his leopard print suitcase
behind him
 
“What are you two doing awake this late?” Yuri hissed
 
“A good thing about adulthood is that you don’t have to explain yourself to
anyone, it’s a good thing Victor and I are both adults, unlike you, where are
you going?” Asked Georgi, with an inquisitive look.
 
“That’s not your business” Yuri kept walking “I’ll be back in a week, and if
you try to sell me out to Yakov I’ll kill you both”
 
Georgi gave him a big knowing smile, before elbowing Victor’s ribs
repeatedly“we won’t say anything, go now”
 
Victor slapped Georgi’s elbow away, and smiled at Yuri too “You should hurry
though, the last flight to Almaty parts in two hours…”
 
Yuri face turned bright red, he showed them his middle finger “Feed Sasha or
I’ll kill you” and kept walking.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     OMG I'M SO SORRY!!!!!
     I have no excuse, I just went full lazy, but I'll try to have a new
     chapter every weekend!
     this one, as usual is short, but fear not, good things are coming!
 Otabek woke up at 6:00am with a sore back. When Ruslan decided he was going to
stay the whole night in his house Otabek didn’t have the heart to let him sleep
on the sofa and gave him his bed. The other option was sleeping in his parent’s
bedroom, but being them both alphas and having strong scents, it would leave
him smelling like them the next day, just like a small child, and his comfort
was not worth sacrificing his bad guy reputation, so he stayed in the couch.
The first thing he did after getting sure his back was still functional was
checking his phone, he was expecting to find a gigantic amount of notifications
from Instagram and facebook (the only two social media where he had an
account). They haven’t discussed anything about publishing their new
relationship status, but interacting online was so natural for Yuri, almost
like breathing, that Otabek never doubted it would be in the headlines of every
gossip blog by that moment. Instead, his notification bar was empty.
He opened Instagram just in case, but Yuri’s last post was a video of Potya
stretching his paws in a loop from last night. Otabek turned around facing the
ceiling and put his phone on his chest, it took him a few minutes to process
how he felt about the lack of news from Yuri. He decided he felt hurt, which
was not rational because Yuri never said anything about posting anything
online, but still.
He could heard Ruslan waking up an rushing to the bathroom.
Some more minutes passed before he decided what he wanted to do with what he
felt. Otabek decided it was unfair to expect Yuri to be the first one to
acknowledge their relationship and feel hurt because he didn’t. He rolled to
his side with his phone in his hands, there were a lot of things he could
write…
‘Good morning love…’ he stared at his own words and deleted them without
sending.
‘ :* ‘ he deleted the kissy face too.
‘ You can post it on Instagram if you want’ that made him too obvious, he
deleted it too and tried again.
‘Send me a selfie <3’ that sounded bad.
Otabek rubbed his face in exasperation, he just wished he could be as
expressive as Yuri with this sort of things. He accepted he won’t be able to
say anything more than what was natural to him, so he did just that.
To Yura
Beka: Hey
He sighed, sitting on the couch and stretched, getting ready to start his day.
A familiar mewing sound stopped him in his tracks. That was Yuri’s message
notification sound. Otabek grabbed his phone again, trying to figure a way for
the ‘meow’ to have come from it. An improbable possibility flashed through his
mind, but he tested it anyway.
To Yura
Beka: Hey
Beka: Yura?
The same sound came clearly from the other side of the main door. His own phone
chimed.
To Yura
Beka: Hey
Beka: Yura?
Yura: Open the door
Otabek rushed to do just that.
There, in the other side of the metal fence that guarded his main door, Yuri
was. Trying to gain some control over his airplane hair, with sleepy eyes and a
smile so bright it could overshine the sun.
“Your timing sucks, you ruined my surprise”
“I’m the worst boyfriend ever, remember?, it’s part of the job” Otabek smiled
back, and opened the fence just in time to receive an armful of sleep deprived
Russian.
“I missed…” Yuri’s thoughts were stopped midway when he noticed for the first
time Otabek’s scent, and maybe if he had at least a little bit of common sense
he could have known that would happen and he could have approached slowly, but
of course that was not him, and just like that he took advantage of the 2
inches his last growth spurt gave him over Otabek and buried his nose in his
boyfriend’s hair and found himself drowned in the most amazing scent he had
ever smelled in his whole life.
The first notes of Otabek’s scent talked about his stoic, manly nature, it
smelled like leather with a bit of gasoline, Yuri had to take a second whiff to
notice the undernotes, just like Yuuri’s cherry scent, and Georgi’s weird dried
petals mix scent, Yuri found a soft, tender note in his boyfriend’s smell, it
was orange flowers, that was Otabek’s omega scent and when he processed that he
instinctively held him tighter. With a third whiff his brain registered the
secondary notes of “young” and “strong”, Yuri blushed a little when the word
“fertile” appeared in his mind, and then he blushed a lot when “happy”,
“excited” and “interested” appeared too.
 
Otabek got his nose pressed against Yuri’s neck, and he found himself suddenly
overwhelmed by his scent. It wasn’t the first time he smelled it, but when Yuri
was unpresented, his scent was reduced to its first note, burnt matches and
pine forest, a scent that talked about a fierce and strong willed person. But
now Yuri’s scent was way more complex, for starters he had now an alpha note, a
mix of musk and snow storm, even if he wasn’t sure how a snow storm smelled,
but he was sure Yuri smelled like that. Those notes were accompanied with the
secondary ones, Otabek found “young” and “strong” along with a bit of “hurt”
that maybe came from Yuri’s injury, but the most important notes were those
that talked of what he was feeling in that moment, “pleased”, “happy” and
“interested”, Otabek felt a warm feeling spread from his heart to the rest of
his body.
 
 “Very blonde, very Russian and very angry, this should be him, right?” Ruslan
appeared at the doorframe, resting an empty mug on his baby bump… “Also very
new in this alpha thing to know that shoving your scent gland under someone’s
nose is considered sexual assault… of course it would be if you weren’t
sniffing him like a pervert, Beka, I just lost all the respect I had for you”
 
“Who is him?” Yuri asked, when he managed to take his nose out of Otabek’s
hair.
 
“Well hi!, I’m Ruslan Altin, and I’m Otabek’s mother”
 
“Eh?” Yuri squinted, not really sure what to answer back.
 
“That’s not true” Otabek said, taking a last whiff of Yuri’s scent before
pulling apart “You don’t even live here”
 
Otabek took Ruslan undignified gasp as a hint to leave the place as soon as
possible, he grabbed Yuri’s hand dragged him to the small garage where his
motorbike was “we’re leaving”
 
“What? Are you leaving me alone?” Ruslan said, raising his voice in faked
indignation “Are you changing me for some underage knot?!, OTABEK ALTIN!?”
 
“Faster!” He gave one of his helmets for Yuri and one for himself. Yuri stopped
walking a few steps from the bike, making Otabek turn to look at him “what’s
wrong?”
 
“I didn’t take a plane from Saint Petesburg at midnight just to get a tour
around Almaty” Yuri said, a scowl deeply marked at his face.
 
Otabek looked at him a little puzzled for a few seconds, but he solved it
quickly and reached to give Yuri a sweet kiss on his lips.
 
“Better?”
 
Yuri smiled “better” and he climbed on the bike with his boyfriend.
 
They left Ruslan at the doorframe, with Yuri’s suitcase and shouting at them
about calling the police.
 
***** Chapter 12 *****
Yuri followed Otabek closely through his favorite parts of the city to take a
stroll at 5am on Sunday, which was a weird favorite thing to have but a very
Otabek one too. With Otabek’s byke safely parked in a 24/7 parking lot, they
walked hand in hand guided by the street lights. Yuri turned around, excited
like a little kid, marveling at the surrealism of a dormant metropolis. And the
Kazakh watched him, basking in the light of his boyfriend’s expressions. More
frequent than not, they stopped in places that were too beautiful for Yuri to
not to take a few selfies.
 
Back at home, Yakov slept soundly, ignoring that one if his students had
boarded a 5hr long fly to another country, Yuri expected they had around 3
hours left before the old omega notices his absence. There were another 3 hours
of beautiful Kazakh paradise. Yuri sighed, enjoying the sensation of Otabek’s
hand inside his own.
 
When their stomachs started growling they sat on a bench and ate what Almaty’s
early morning street life had to offer, pressed together shoulder to shoulder
and their hands still holding each other as if being apart for a few minutes
would vanish the past few hours.
 
Yuri took his cellphone and snapped a photo of their hands.
 
“Would it be okay if I post it on Instagram?”, said Yuri, already surfing
through any other nice photo to attach to the ‘big post’
 
Otabek felt relieved, honestly, he had been waiting for Yura to ask something
like that, not like he cared about social media, but the blonde was so much
into it that somehow it all felt a little incomplete without the official
announcement to the rest of the world.
 
“Do it, tag me too”
 
When Yuri opened de Instagram app he remembered about ShitVomitSkrotum, it fell
over him like a bucket of cold water. He suddenly felt threatened and nervous,
was that asshole watching them now?, Yuri tried to find something, anything
that could betray the presence of a stalker nearby.
 
Otabek felt the sudden change in Yuri’s scent and tried to spot what have
caused it, but when he couldn’t find anything.
 
“what is it, Yura?”
 
Yuri instinctively held Otabek’s hand a little tighter. He couldn’t find
anything and it made him even more anxious.
 
“Yura?” Otabek insisted
 
“Beka… “ Yuri bit his lower lip, some alpha-esque new instinct made it feel
wrong to tell Beka that they weren’t as safe as they thought, but his rational
side told him that it might help them find what was happening and solve it
before it escalated. Yuri frowned, he didn’t know what could happen if this
escalated, but he wasn’t interested in knowing. “Beka, do you happen to know an
insta user named ShitVomitSkrotum?”
 
The question took the omega by surprise, even if his facial expression didn’t
show it.
 
“ShitVomitSkrotum… uh… I think I do… yeah… it was…”
 
Suddenly a high-pitched scream startled them, at first they just jumped in
their seats and tried to find the origin, when the second scream came, they
both bolted towards the place where it came from.
 
When they arrived they found a young girl around Yuri’s age, who cried and
desperately tried to escape from the grasp of an older man dressed in a suit,
who had his palm over his face. When the man noticed the ice skaters he looked
at them with eyes full of fear and pleaded to them.
 
“Please! Take her from me! I got FRS!”
 
FRS or Feral Rut Syndrome was a condition that affected 1 of every 10 000
alphas. When alphas experimented just a few feral ruts in their lives and could
be controlled, for FRS alphas it was an everyday issue, a small amount of heat
pheromones could trigger a violent feral rut. Most of the times FRS alphas were
put under a treatment that let them have a normal life, but there were cases
where it wasn’t enough, and some FRS alphas have ended in jail for crimes that
they never wanted to commit.
 
“Please!!!” The man shouted again, his voice half a growl.
 
Without thinking about it Yuri answered with a growl himself. “I’ll go!”
 
“No!” Otabek took Yuri by his shoulder and held him in place “He´s in rut and
you’re recently presented, you could have a bad reaction to him and end up
fighting him, he doesn’t want this either, I’ll go”
 
Otabek had already leaped forward before Yuri had the opportunity to answer
back.
 
Otabek held his hands high as he approached carefully, the alpha was already
full feral, but there was something in his eyes that told Beka he was still
there, trying to keep himself from hurting anyone.
 
Yuri observed what was happening from where he was, his legs pulsed with the
need to go and do something, but he knew Otabek was right, he has jumped over
Viktor without a real provocation, he didn’t want that to happen again, he
could end hurting the girl too… or even Otabek!
 
Plus, Otabek was an athlete, he was stronger than the average.
 
Yuri was confident his boyfriend could handle this.
 
Except that a feral alpha was always way stronger than the average too, within
seconds Otabek have managed to free the girl and she ran away. The feral alpha
have changed of prey, Otabek was struggling to keep the alpha’s hands from him
and it didn’t look like he was succeeding.
 
“FUCK!” Yuri suddenly remembered something, it was a little article about one
of his meds he read in the plane when he reached a mortal level of boredom
“Contralpheracine…. CONTRALPHERACINE IS A ALPHA HORMONE SUPRESANT, IT’S USED TO
PREVENT AN ALPHA FROM HAVING AN ERECTION, FORM A KNOT AND REACT TO PHEROMONE
STIMULI!!!!” Yuri dug his hands in his pockets from where he extracted a small
bottle full of green and white pills, one pill was his daily dosage, how many
should he use now? Was it safe to take more than one?  
 
Yuri raised his eyes just in time to see the feral alpha throw Otabek to the
ground
 
Yuri himself couldn’t explain what exactly have happened, just that one moment
he had his mouth full of pills and the other he had the feral alpha pinned
against a wall with a hand and in the other an empty beer bottle he have picked
up in his race, what was he going to do with a glass bottle? The air smelled
like “threat” “anger” and “domination”, what was he going to do with a glass
bottle?, he didn’t know, but his inner alpha did, he raised his hand over his
head and could barely feel Otabek trying to stop him, when suddenly the ground
moved under his feet. The feral alpha used that opportunity to knock Yuri off
with a kick.
 
When Yuri fell to the ground his senses came back, he could still smell the
fight pheromones of the other alpha in the air, but the sudden rush of anger
and adrenaline in his own body have disappeared, it could have been a good
thing… except that the strength of his limbs have left him too. He was hit
twice, once in the stomach and the other in the face, before Otabek and a
police officer took the feral alpha from him.
 
Otabek kneeled at his side, carefully examining the place where he was hit, but
Yuri couldn’t feel anything, in fact he was feeling a little lightheaded, was
he angry?, he didn’t remembered why, there was no reason to be angry, there
were more reasons to be happy actually, for starters, Otabek was touching his
stomach.
 
“Hey Bekaah… uh…  this a dream?”
 
“what?”
 
“Because if this a dream… why you still dressed?”
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