Unintentionally Yours

artica's-ursula (FFN)

articas_ursula (AO3)

This is ridiculous, Yuri seethed, glaring down at his cell phone and then back up at Victor's apartment door. As had been the case for the past seven minutes, it continued not to show any signs of opening.

"You have my skates!" Yuri shouted for the fifth time, stuffing his phone in his hoodie and resuming his hammering at the doorbell. "Victor—!"

He paused when shuffling reached his ears from within the apartment and goddamn it, wasn't it about time? Finally, the door opened a sliver, revealing the Russian skater. His sterling hair was badly rumpled and there was a strained element to his smile.

"Ah—hey Yurio—!"

"That's an annoying name!" The blond shoved the door open enough to slip through, pushing Victor aside. "Give back my skates now! Why aren't you at training? And, ugh, why is it so hot in here?"

The apartment was indeed warm—nearly boiling, actually. Yuri felt himself starting to sweat after just a few seconds inside, though considering how worked up he'd become after either occupant failed to answer their phone, perhaps that wasn't a surprise.

"It was suddenly so cold this morning!" Victor answered, and even with his head now stuck way over in the hallway closet, Yuri could hear the pout.

"Suddenly? We live in Russia, idiot!"

Unaffected, Victor straightened up, winking stupidly. "Here they are! And look, I put new blade covers on for you! The little doggies look like Makkachin. Look, see?"

Yuri blinked, trying to follow with his eyes the skates Victor was brandishing at him by the laces. Even from a distance he could see that the terrycloth fitting snuggly over his blades was covered in cute brown poodles. The boy's cheeks tinted pink; he liked them very much. He should thank Victor, right? That's what good rivals or friends or whatever did.

"T-That's—! That's fine!" Yuri shouted mechanically, back ramrod straight and lips grimacing in a way that he figured was a smile. The mirror on the inside of the closet door made him want to slam his head against a wall. He looked ridiculously awkward and when the hell were Victor and Katsudon going to notice what a rude brat he was and stop doing nice things for him all the time?

It wasn't like Yuri forgot his skates accidentally; he just knew Victor would pick up after him like always. Yuri definitely didn't leave them behind so he'd give Victor a reason to bother him the next day before practice and he absolutely didn't do it so Yuuri would flit around fussing over him, worrying that he looked tired or occasionally stuffing a snack with Japanese labeling in his hand, wordlessly ordering him to eat it.

Yuri was just lazy, that was all.

Well, that had backfired when the sickeningly sweet Alpha-Omega couple hadn't bothered to show up at the rink this morning, making Yuri go out of his way to drop by their apartment. Yakov had informed him that the two had called-off last minute and sent Yuri sprinting to their residence a few blocks from the ice in a panic to avoid missing the training session he actually had the decency to show up for.

But the blade covers did remind him of something.

"Where's your dumb dog anyway?" Suspicious, Yuri looked more closely around the living room as though expecting to find the poodle curled up somewhere. His eyes lingered on the coffee table, which he noticed for the first time boasted an odd pile of objects. The surface was stacked with three huge cases of water along with more energy bars than Yuri thought any two people had any right to own at once.

"Are you going camping or something?"

Victor blinked distractedly. "Huh?" He had paused on his way to hand the skates over to rub the scent gland of his wrist on a soft-looking knitted afghan. The throw was draped over the back of the couch, but the stink of Victor's Alpha pheromones immediately made Yuri gag from across the room.

"Gross! What was the point of that, you idiot!? I'll be sick all over your floor!"

"Take them and get out," Victor snapped suddenly, practically teleporting in front of the younger man and shoving the ice skates under his nose by the laces.

The total attitude turnaround gave Yuri whiplash and he unconsciously stepped back to give the more domineering Alpha some space. He snatched the skates from the air but couldn't quite bring himself to leave. Victor was an idiot, but he sort of looked up to him, dammit! He hadn't actually meant to offend him.

"N-no! I don't have to go anywhere!" Yuri gulped, warring between his inner Alpha demanding that he square up against the threat and turning tail to run. In the end, he couldn't manage either. "A-and you'd better tell me if you have a problem, fool!"

You're still my friend, right?

Something creaked and both Victor and Yuri jerked around towards the sound.

"Yurio?"

Yuri barely heard the soft, sweet voice because he was busy getting clubbed in the head by a smell so delicious that it went beyond food or flowers or anything at all. It smelt warm and heady; like earth but like fire.

It smelled like fertile Omega.

"Victor, let him leave!"

On some level, Yuri knew that he should be backing away; Yuuri was trying to get him out safely.

But a young Alpha is a stupid Alpha and so Yuri ended up just standing there with what he was sure was a stupid look on his face.

Clearly deciding that Yuri was not leaving fast enough, Victor seemed to grasp for the final slivers of humanity rapidly being overshadowed by his Alpha instincts. Between teeth that barely moved, Victor snarled at him what could loosely be interpreted as the word "go."

And perhaps too late, Yuri understood his situation: Yuuri was going into heat. Victor was preparing to breed him!

And then the thought that escalated them all to violence hit: Victor saw him as a rival; an equal and that was all he'd wanted since forever. Yuri felt seen. It was stupid—he was stupid—and the second Yuri did it he immediately wished he hadn't, but he really, really couldn't help it:

His chest visibly puffed up in pride.

Victor, who had been holding himself in check only barely, lunged for Yuri. Even as it was happening in what seemed like slow-motion, Yuri couldn't help but acknowledge that he did this to himself. Of course Victor was going to see his posturing as a bid for his Omega, and to not respond to Yuri's challenge would be to loose face in front of the future dam of his children.

Victor's fist slammed into his nose with a spurt of blood and distinct crack. They fell to the floor together in a tangle of flailing limbs and Victor got in another hit, this time to Yuri's throat. The blond sputtered and gasped as his windpipe spasmed. Victor was looming over him, fist raised, and Yuri couldn't believe he was going to die by an airhead who forgot things so easily he may as well have been a three-year-old.

So he was completely shocked when a blur hit Victor's vicious form, knocking the man from where he'd been pinning Yuri down and sending him sprawled awkwardly against the coffee table he'd landed against.

Yuri scooted away, still choking and coughing and spewing blood from his nostrils, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from where Yuuri—fucking Katsudon, a fucking Omega!—was in the middle of murdering Victor by sinking his short but sharp Omega-nails into the soft flesh of Victor's throat and strangling him.

Finally Yuuri spoke, but it wasn't anything like the soft voice Yuri had gotten used to over the months. It was harsh and bloodthirsty and said: "Touch our pup again and I'll kill you myself!"

"K-Katsudon!" Yuri rasped, panicked despite himself because the pretty little Omega was fucking terrifying and Victor couldn't afford to lose any more brain cells. Victor's lips were turning a disturbing indigo color and he didn't seem to be able to defend himself, clearly preferring death to violence against his Omega.

Thankfully, Yuuri heard him on some level and obligingly relaxed his grip. Blood and oxygen were finally allowed back into Victor's head and the silver-haired man took great lungfuls of air without moving his eyes from glaring at Yuri, as though intending to throw his breathless corpse at the fifteen year old if he made a wrong move.

"I don't want to b-breed with Katsudon!" Yuri hissed at him with a mortified blush, his voice breaking twice as he rubbed at his doubtlessly bruised throat.

But both Victor and Yuuri were too far gone now to understand what he was saying and the pace of the room had completely changed. The air was saturated with angry Alpha pheromones but Katsudon's scent had changed too. No longer was he giving off the world's most tempting aroma; instead of fire and earth, he smelled like warmth and sugar crystals.

"Yuuri," Victor rumbled, just short of an order.

But Yuuri just hissed at him, scuttling away to grab one of the heavy waters and an armful of energy bars. His teeth were still bared warningly in Victor's direction as he nudged Yuri along with his foot.

"Wha—? Let me go, Ka—" Yuri rethought this, seeing Victor's practically-destroyed form eying him from a few feet away. Not only did Yuri not want to be attacked by that guy again, but Katsudon did a real number on Victor and Yuri wasn't exactly dying for the same treatment.

He stumbled to his feet, allowing himself to be herded by the Omega through another door. He heard Yuuri snarl one last warning to his Alpha before closing the door with a slam and shoving numerous random objects in front of it—a desk, a dog bed, several chairs. He was clearly too far into whatever Omega-space he'd gotten himself into to think of actually just locking the door and Yuri didn't want to draw attention to himself by doing it; he backed up to allow Yuuri to continue.

"Gah!" He flailed wildly as he tripped backward over what seemed like a huge pile of laundry lumped on the floor, dropping his skates and spinning his arms like windmills for balance. It didn't help. Yuri groaned, twitching on the ground, but found that he was surprisingly unhurt.

"Ugh… at least I landed in these blankets… all over the… floor…?"

The shriek he let out was neither worthy of an Alpha nor was it anything he'll ever admit happened. It was justified, though, because it turned out that what he'd tripped over—what he'd thought was a pile of dirty clothes—was actually—

"Nest," he squeaked, frantically scrambling backward until he's out of the large pit made of blankets and sweaters and things that reek of Victor's stupid scent. Yuri was surprised to still be alive to notice any of this, actually, because Omegas were notoriously protective of their nests. The only time anyone actually saw an Omega nest was when the Omega invited their Alpha into it to breed or to preen with their spawn.

Yuri immediately knew which category Yuuri had put him in and almost blurted out in offense that he was not the Omega's pup. He was an Alpha, dammit! He didn't need an Omega's protection! Wisely, he held his tongue though because that was the only thing keeping Katsudon from gutting him like a fish for stepping in his nest.

Nervously, he glanced over at Yuuri, who was perched just outside the nest and staring at him softly. The image would have been almost sweet if he wasn't also licking Victor's blood from his nails and what the fuck, Katsudon, you fucking psycho!?

They sat there like that for several seconds: Yuuri mindlessly preening and Yuri trying not to do anything that might bring to Yuuri's attention that he is not, in fact, his and Victor's pup and the best thing to do with him is eat Yuri for lunch.

When Yuri's breathing returned to a normal rate and Yuuri failed to try and kill him, the blonde began shifting uncomfortably on the hardwood floor. The thrashing Victor had served him had clearly left more than a few places that would bruise and one of them was his left ankle. Sitting cross-legged on it was very difficult, but when he tried to shift to another position, he found his body more painful still. The thought crossed his mind to sit down on the Alpha and Omega's bed, but recalling how ravished Yuuri looked and how satisfied Victor did more often than not, Yuri refused to go anywhere near where the two clearly had sex on a regular basis.

Briefly, Yuri tried to convince his jailer to release him, but Yuuri refused conversation.

Yuri huddled on the floor for another half-hour.

Yuuri's nest actually looked… pretty comfortable. Not that he wanted to sleep in it or anything! It was just the only place in the room that wasn't hardwood or… christened.

"Katsudon?" Yuri tried, but Yuuri's feral eyes were completely devoid of reason. He had rearranged himself near the door as though guarding it and though his eyes flickered occasionally towards the blonde, mostly he stared intently at the unmoving doorknob.

Giving up, Yuri slowly began to move towards the thick layers of blankets and clothing with a cozy-looking dent in the middle. He eyed Katsudon warily as he began to cross over the ridge of his nest, but the Omega made no show of threat to him, merely returning to preening as Yuri settled in.

"Ahh." That was much better. Cautiously stretching his legs after the long period of keeping himself as small a target as possible, Yuri was surprised to find that this was… alright. As long as he pushed Victor's shitty sweaters to the other side of the nest, the smell was even tolerable. The whole room smelled softly of Katsudon's scent and the air was so warm.

Yuri remembered back in grade school when a classmate had been missing from school for days, showing up later to complain loudly to his friends about how his Omega-dam had forced him to stay in her nest as she preened for two whole days. His Alpha-sire, a formidable woman, had stayed just outside the nesting room the whole time, guarding them.

Yuri's parents, a pair of Alphas, had obviously never felt the nesting urge. In fact, they barely felt any urge to parent Yuri at all, preferring to delegate that to nursemaids despite his grandfather's protests.

Back then, Yuri remembered feeling jealous of his classmate, bitterly wishing his own mother would care enough to dote on him for two straight days while his father protected them both. Yuri ended up punching the kid in question and getting himself suspended for four days, but his parents weren't even in the same country and certainly didn't spend the time he was forced to stay home nesting with him. His grandfather had tried to pry out the reason why Yuri had attacked the fellow eight-year-old when he picked him up from the Headmistress's office, but Yuri had refused to say anything.

"Eat."

Yuri let out another embarrassing shriek upon opening his eyes (and when had he even closed them?) to find Katsudon barely three inches away from his nose. It was alarming to see that the entire honey-brown iris had become totally overcome by the black of overdilated pupils. Yuri was so transfixed by it that it took several attempts by Yuuri to place the energy bar in his hand for the young Alpha to realize that the Omega was trying to feed him.

"I—okay," Yuri caved, not knowing what else to do but accept the food. He held it limply in his hand like a dead fish before realizing that Yuuri was watching him intently, waiting for him to eat. Not wanting to offend the Omega, and not known what would happen if he did, Yuri peeled off the wrapper and pointedly took a bite.

That seemed to satisfy Katsudon because the dark-haired Omega dropped the terrifying stare that made Yuri feel like he hadn't ruled out the idea of slitting Yuri's throat and feasting on his vocal cords. However, Yuri was unprepared for the slender brunet to settle in next to him and start purring.

"H-hey!" Yuri protested, a blush climbing his neck. He finally went bright red when Katsudon shoved his nose against the crown of the blonde's head and sniffed.

Yuri began to worry when the Omega didn't move for some time. A shocked noise escaped his throat when he felt Yuuri rub the inside of his wrist against the top of his head; a familial marker.

The knowledge of what it was made Yuri freeze up, hunching back into his skating jacket as a torrent of thoughts and feelings soaked into his mind. Should he feel embarrassed; angry, even? He really wasn't that much younger than Yuuri—okay, so he was eight years younger, but still! He was an Alpha, dammit, and Katsudon was a rare male Omega—not to mention the Grand Prix silver medalist last year! For Yuri's Alpha peer group, "normal" was showing off and posturing to attract an Omega like that as a mate, regardless of whether or not the Omega was bonded already. To be put aside and condescended to by being treated as a child rather than an eligible breeding partner should be humiliating.

Except…

He felt… wanted.

His sore throat became even tighter than when Victor had punched him there.

The warm feeling from where the familial marker had been placed seemed to trickle down his spine, chasing all the fight from him. Uncertain, he took a deliberate breath through his nose, tentatively sinking into the nesting scent.

Yuri knew he could be… trying, even on his good days. His social skills left something to be desired and he wasn't a very nice person. But for some reason, Katsudon wanted him in this tiny family that he was building with Victor. Those two airheads actually gave a fuck about him. It was something Yuri had wanted in the back of his mind ever since his classmate came to school that day complaining about his dam and sire caring about him too much.

So he just… let it happen.

It was one of the most difficult moments of his short life to rearrange his identity to include this claim from his new surrogate dam. Mila, a fellow Alpha, would tell him later through squinted eyes that his scent seemed brighter; not different, just… happier.

But for now:

"Sleep," he heard the warm Omega voice above him say.

And Yuri did.

It was literally just luck that let Yuri communicate with the outside world while the delicate-looking Omega slept. His phone vibrated with a call and Yuri moved as little as possible whilst scrambling to make it stop. The screen showed it to be Yakov calling and Yuri switched the setting to Do Not Disturb, sending a text to his coach before the call even got fully declined.

Can't talk. Long story. Won't make practice.

Yakov sent back: What? You were meant to come back after you got your skates!

Well that obviously didn't happen.

A sudden wave of exhaustion rolled over him and Yuri yawned, unceremoniously falling asleep again next to Yuuri in the middle of the Omega's nest.

It was only a few minutes later that he woke up, he realized, checking the time on his phone. It had barely been two hours since he'd shown up for his skates and gotten something else. He slowly tried to move away from the feral Omega holding him hostage, but he barely got to the edge of the nest before he felt his nest-dam jerk awake. Yuuri poked him hard on the crown where his new familial-mark lingered and Yuri didn't even realize he was doing it when he let out a sulking whine typical of your average six-year-old pup. The young Alpha was slightly embarrassed by the noise, but not very concerned; it was just Katsudon there, after all. He stopped trying to get up, however, and Yuuri rewarded him with water.

Yuri was taking huge gulps from the jug when there was a distant knocking at the front door. That serial-killer expression returned to Yuuri's face and he resumed his spot near the door again.

"Victor! Yuuri!"

Yuri groaned, recognizing Yakov's voice. He really should have given the man at least an edited version of events to calm him down. Next to him, Yuuri was starting to lose his shit again; Yuri knew better than to try to talk him down by this point.

He heard Victor let out the most intimidating roar in Alpha history from the living room and gagged to himself as Yuuri sighed a low cooing noise in response to his Alpha's fantastic protection. Those two had better not trigger the resumption of the Omega's heat or Yuri would throw himself out the bedroom window, fuck the consequences.

Reaching for his phone, Yuri called Yakov. His coach picked up on the first ring.

"Yuri!" The man was so clearly relieved that Yuri felt guilty all over again. "Are you alright? I'm at Victor's apartment, but Yuuri must be in heat because Victor's completely insensible."

"I know." Yuri grimaced. "I heard you knocking. I'm in here too."

"What!?"

"I'm okay," he added quickly. Well, mostly. "I got here right before Katsudon went into heat and… it's a long story, but the heat got converted into a nesting, so I'm okay."

"A nesting," Yakov repeated incredulously. "And Yuuri hasn't killed you!?"

"Ah—" The blush from before came back full-force. "Katsudon put me in the nest… and won't let me leave."

After nearly twenty seconds of silence, Yuri wondered if the call had been dropped. He took the phone away from his ear to look at the screen; no, Yakov was still there.

"Can you get me out of here?" Yuri half-demanded, pressing the phone back to his cheek. "Katsudon is fucking scary."

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm going in there!" On-cue, Victor let lose another warning snarl outside the door. "You'll have to wait it out. You're safe there if Yuuri has decided to protect you."

"Wait it out? For how long?"

"These things tend to take two to three days—"

"Two to three days!?" Yuri couldn't believe it. "And what the hell am I supposed to do stuck here for that long!?"

"IF YOU WEREN'T SO CARELESS WITH YOUR SKATES AND ALLOWING VICTOR TO PICK UP AFTER YOU, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THESE PROBLEMS!"

He jerked the phone away from his ear, glowering furiously. So what, was this Yuri's fault?

Tch, barely!

"You had better sleep in there, because when you get back, I'll work you until you die!" And, apparently satisfied that Yuri would be alright in the couple's care, Yakov hung up on him.

"Bastard!" Yuri shouted after him. It was doubtful that the coach could hear him through so many walls, but he still felt better having said it.

Yuri continued to seethe silently for several seconds until he figured out that Yuuri was watching him with those same ultra-dilated eyes. His posture screamed desperate agitation and he seemed like he both wished to guard Yuri with his life as well as hunt Yakov down and use his freshly peeled skin as another lining for his nest.

"I'm alright!" Yuri blurted out upon realizing this. He quickly continued, realizing that Yuri could just as easily call to Victor and send the dumbass sprinting after their coach. Unlike a heat wherein an Omega would bend over backward (and forwards, against a wall, on their knees…) to please an Alpha, during a nesting, Alphas were designed by nature to be human shields, if necessary; disposable. The number of Alphas vastly outnumbered Omegas, so nature really didn't care if an Alpha or five died in the course of protecting a child since the species would perpetuate regardless with a dozen Alphas available to take their place. Instinct would demand that an Alpha defend their nesting Omega and spawn; literally any cost was acceptable to achieve this.

"Let's, uh…" Yuri paused, casting around for a distraction. "Let's nest! This is a good nest; we should nest."

His rambling clearly pleased the dangerous Omega and before Yuri was aware of it, the blond found himself buried under at least five layers of fabric. He sulked, arms crossed, as Yuuri piled on a sixth—it was already ninty degrees, what the hell!?—and cursed Yakov's name through a thick wave a sleepiness.

"Should have… let… dumbass-Victor go for… it," he yawned to himself without malice. His eyelids drooped despite his efforts and eventually the nesting Omega's scent overpowered him as nature had designed it to do.

Really, belonging somewhere… wasn't so bad.