(A/N): Hello all! This is my first attempt at Alpha/Beta/Omega world. Just a general warning I have no beta. I have a few things about this world I would like to point out and if any of you follow any of my other stories you know I like to give details into my crazy thought process. Also to those of you who do follow my other stories and have stumbled upon this one, I HAVE NOT ABANDONED ANYTHING. Check my profile for information. :)
Summary: Viktor and Yuuri have been searching for the perfect Omega for almost a year now, both pining for a sweet personality and someone who would depend on them. Yuri Plisetsky has had a pretty rough life so far and no one would describe him as being 'sweet'. Also there is an mated Alpha and Beta who can't seem to keep their noses out of his business no matter how much he yells at them.
Warnings: M/M/M, Poly relationship, Alpha/Beta/Omega. (Probably more will be added later)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Yuri on Ice!
1. In this world there are Alphas, Betas, Omegas, and then normal Humans. Yup, you read that right. Its because Alphas, Betas and Omegas age much slower than humans and can live to be hundreds of years old.
2. Omegas are required by law to wear I.D. bracelets which are basically a gps device that also monitors their heart rate and other such vital signs. This is normally connected to a simliar device that an Alpha possesses. Betas are only required to wear them if an Alpha wishes them to.
3. Mpreg is very possible, but the Omega has to be well in age before their body develops that capability. This also goes for female Omegas as well.
4. Omegas are carefully guarded treasures to be treated as a top priority and with the upmost respect. There are several lengthy laws that go along with this.
5. An Alpha can have as many Betas and Omegas as they wish, however many keep it between 3-5.
There will probably be more explanation here once more chapters are added. Please enjoy!
Perhaps Yuuri was selfish after all. He knew Viktor had said he wanted the same thing as he did but he still couldn't help but feel guilty as he and the older man sitting beside him on a plane bound for Russia thumbed through more and more files. They had been searching for an omega for a year now and they hadn't had a single ounce of luck.
He had been claimed by Viktor Nikiforov, the legendary skater and coach for four amazing years now. They were very much in love, more so than any other beta and Alpha Yuuri had known. In fact he had been under the impression, well until Viktor crashed into his life of course, that a Alpha and Beta only bonded over the need for a shared omega, which fortunately had been wrong and Viktor was always very keen on showing Yuuri just how wrong it was every time the Beta mentioned something about it.
Viktor was everything Yuuri could have ever wanted and more, but yet he still ached for an Omega. An Omega that he could love and care for, someone who depended almost solely on him, and of course Viktor who amazingly enough had confessed he has been wanting one as well when Yuuri had finally found the courage to bring it up.
"Yuuri, of course I want to share an Omega with you!" The Alpha's words echoed in his ears as he remembered that first conversation. "It would bring us even closer for one, and I can't lie and say that I haven't wanted one for a while now…"
Yuuri had been relieved, grateful even when Viktor had also confessed. He knew the need for an Omega was stronger in an Alpha and after they had had their first discussion he had asked Viktor why he had never brought it up himself.
"I didn't want you to think that you weren't enough Yuuri, because you are my everything. Adding an Omega into our bond would not only prove that but also provide another someone like that for both of us. I knew you weren't ready for one when we first mated so I decided to wait until you brought it up."
Yuuri pursed his lips as he picked up another file, eye twitching slightly as a picture of a cute blonde haired girl stared back at him. He thought he and Viktor had made it very clear that they were really only interested in male Omegas, even if that did narrow down the possibilities.
Male Omegas were somewhat of a rarity, with a majority of them using suppressants and special shampoos and soaps to hide their scents from Alphas and Betas. Yuuri would never shame them for that like other Alpha's and Betas did, he somewhat understood their reasons.
"Yuuri, you're making that face again." Viktor said sending the Beta that was nestled against his side a sly smile when the younger man only huffed in return.
"What face?" Yuri asked reaching up to slide his glasses further up his nose after moving to the next file.
"The 'are we ever going to find the right one' look." Viktor said, chuckling lightly when Yuuri sighed.
"It's just…it's been a whole year, Viktor." Yuuri said before pausing for a moment. "Maybe we are being too picky." He mused out loud, eyes fluttering shut as he felt Viktor's warm lips press against the top of his head.
"Not at all, we agreed to not stop until we found the perfect one for both of us remember?" Viktor asked, pressing another kiss against Yuuri's dark silky hair before going back to his own files.
"Yes, I remember." Yuuri mumbled suddenly wishing he was back at the Ice Palace. At least there he could skate out his frustration. After winning () for the last three consecutive years he and Viktor had decided that he would take this current season off in hopes of finding an Omega. Though it hadn't really helped it would seem.
Yuuri lifted his head when he heard a soft whine from the seat across the aisle from his and Viktor's. He smiled, watching as an Omega pressed her face into the Alpha's neck that sat beside her. The man quickly wound an arm around her waist in response, not looking up from the laptop he had been typing on. The Omega sighed softly, content it would seem with just the attention alone.
Viktor's chin pressed against the top of Yuuri's head a short moment afterwards, making Yuuri's smile grow slightly. "Cute isn't she?" Yuuri whispered, not surprised when he felt Viktor's fingers intertwine with his own.
"Very." Viktor answered as they both watched for a few moments longer. Their view was cut off when a flight attendant stopped at their seats. Yuuri blinked up at her dejectedly; slightly irritated he couldn't see the fair skinned Omega any longer.
"We will be landing soon, sir. Is there anything that I can do for you or your Beta today before we call for the final warning?" The cheerful attendant asked, only looking at Viktor with a slightly flushed face, which caused Yuuri to pay more attention to her. Beta. She smelled enough like one to confirm it. Yuuri slowly sat up, lifting his head from Viktor's shoulder to square his shoulders.
Alphas could claim any number of Betas and Omegas that they wanted, though most only had three to five in a pack. This meant that if others we so inclined they could offer themselves to Alphas in hopes of being mated by them. Viktor claimed that Yuuri was the only Beta that Viktor could handle but that didn't mean that the Beta still didn't worry about it from time to time.
Viktor was, well he was gorgeous. Betas and Omegas regularly threw themselves at him but the Alpha never took any interest in them besides a mere plaything, that is until Yuuri of course. Four years later and the Beta was still in shock that Viktor had chosen him.
The flight attendant was pretty, Yuuri would admit to that. She had nice curves and a rather large chest. Viktor had admitted to dating and bedding women in the past, saying he didn't really prefer one gender over the other. In fact the main reason they were looking only for male Omegas was because of Yuuri himself. He just never found himself comfortable around female Betas and Omegas. Viktor claimed he didn't have an issue with it at all, but still…
"Ah no, I think we are fine." Viktor spoke, pressing his hand against the side of Yuuri's head to press it against his shoulder once more, planting a kiss against the Beta's forehead. "Isn't that right, my love?" he said softly, gently running his fingers along the dark blue mark against Yuuri's now exposed neck.
Yuuri hummed in agreement, eyes fluttering shut as warm fingers danced across Viktor's mating mark upon his neck. He knew exactly what Viktor was doing; he was displaying what was his. It comforted him, but he wasn't sure why the Alpha felt it was necessary. After all the flight attendant hadn't been interested in him, she had been interested in Viktor.
"O-Of course Sir. If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask." The woman sputtered before quickly turning her heel to walk down the aisle. Yuuri nuzzled against the side of Victor's neck before picking his head up again to rest it against the headrest of his own seat. "What were you worried about?" he asked with a raised brow.
Viktor only smiled before turning back to the files splayed across the little tray in front of him again. "It's kind of cute, but concerning that you never notice when people look at you." He said softly, flipping a page as Yuuri laughed.
"Yeah, right. She was looking straight at you." Yuuri scoffed going back to his own files once more. Viktor decided not to mention that the woman had been staring at Yuuri first when the younger Beta had been trying to look around her to watch the Omega. She had only looked to the Alpha when she had felt she had been ignored.
Even after four years of having claimed Yuuri other Alphas and Betas still made attempts at him. Yuuri always chalked it up to them wanting to get closer to Viktor, even though said Alpha was sure to point out that other Alphas wouldn't have wanted him. The stubborn Beta ignored that fact and chose to stick to his own opinion, which was the way he did most things.
Viktor meant it when he told Yuuri he was the only Beta he could handle. Though the younger man was still as sweet and loving like an average beta he had a very stubborn, maybe wild side to him that Viktor had never really seen in one before.
Heaven help him if they ended up with an Omega with half of Yuuri's independent and strong willed nature. Though he greatly enjoyed the challenge, he wasn't sure how he would keep an eye on both of them at the same time if it were the case.
Yuri wasn't sure what was happening that made the old man so excited, but he could really care less. He stared down at his plate, gently poking at the food that had been sitting there uneaten for the past hour or so.
"I think you will like the- " Yakov sighed, watching as the young Omega continued to poke at his uneaten food. "Yuri, are you even listening?"
Yuri looked up at the mention of his name, shrugging his shoulders in response when Yakov continued to stare at him expecting an answer. Why should he care what the other man was saying? It didn't seem to concern him so why waste the effort?
"I was saying, I have two friends flying in from Japan today." Yakov said as patiently as he could. It had been a while since he had had to deal with a young, unmated Omega. "I was hoping I could introduce you to them in a few days when they have had time to settle."
Yuri looked up again, keeping his eyes from making contact with Yakov considering he was an Alpha after all. "Why?" he asked quietly, the grip on his fork tightening slightly.
"They are looking for a Omega." Was Yakov's short reply. The old Alpha didn't even flinch when Yuri slammed his hands on the table and stood up, knocking the chair behind him to the floor.
"No." Yuri said through clenched teeth, shaking his head when Yakov sighed.
"Yuri, your grandfa-"
"He's DEAD." Yuri yelled, pushing away from the table with tensed shoulders and balled up fists at his sides.
"I know, that's why you are in my custody because your grandfather trusted me to keep you safe from your father and to do what's best for you." Yakov said calmly, though he would admit his nerves were a bit on edge.
"Fuck you!" Yuri yelled, turning around to stomp towards his room. "I would rather you throw me out into the streets before you start playing matchmaker!" he screamed, finally slamming his bedroom door behind him when he had reached the end of the hallway.
He felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears but he sniffled quickly pressing his arm against them. He had cried enough in the last few weeks to last a lifetime he wasn't about to start that again. He walked forward, crawling into the small twin sized bed pushed up against the back wall of his room. He curled into a small ball, wrapping his arms around his legs as he stared at the back of his bedroom door.
It was really the only thing to look at to be honest. There were no posters or pictures hanging on the walls, just the light cream wallpaper that he guessed had been there before he had been born considering how old Yakov seemed to be. He had only brought one bag from his grandfather's house with him which had been filled with the small amount of clothes he owned. His grandfather had bought them for him when he had taken him from his father, but that was all he could afford.
Yuri hadn't minded. No one had ever bought him clothes before so he was more thrilled than someone might have been over the fact that he now officially owned at least three outfits that weren't raggedy hand-me-downs.
Yuri felt his heart ache when his grandfather's face flashed before his eyes. The old man had only passed about a month ago now and still hurt when he thought about it. He missed the only person who had ever cared about him. A soft growl left the back of his throat when Yakov swung the door open, the doorknob bouncing off the wall slightly from the force.
"Now listen here boy, you may be twenty years old but you still have a year before you are legally allowed to be set loose into this world." Yakov bellowed, crossing his arms against his chest with a huff when the young blond only growled louder and rolled to face the wall instead of him.
"You will meet this couple, and you WILL behave." Yakov continued tapping his foot slightly when the Omega didn't answer. "Honestly, it's like you think I'm just going to hand you over." He grumbled, sighing as he pressed his hand against his face as he tried to regain his composure.
"Like hell I will." Yuri muttered, tensing when a dark growl left the older Alpha on the other side of the room. Stupid Alphas.
"You should learn to mind Alphas, Yuri. You will never attract one with this amount of attitude and disrespect." Yakov snapped.
"I don't want one!" Yuri yelled, gripping the fabric of his jeans nervously when Yakov's dark growl only increased.
"Say what you will, boy". Yakov began, still trying to calm himself. "But you will do as I say, and don't even entertain the stupid idea of running away." He continued, tilting his head slightly when Yuri shifted on the bed slightly. "You know your I.D. bracelet won't even let you past the front door."
"Whatever." Yuri mumbled, wincing when Yakov only slammed the door and left. After listening to the Alpha stomp off down the hallway Yuri slowly stretched himself out, toes curling in and out a few times before he rolled onto his back. He lifted his right hand, the silver I.D. bracelet that was wrapped snugly around his wrist glinting in the sunlight that filtered through his bedroom window.
Yuri hated the stupid thing. He felt like a prisoner in this house and he knew that technically he was. All Omega's were forced to wear the stupid things, though many of their pack decided in which style once they were mated. It was meant to keep an Omega safe from harm, to alert an Alpha and/or bonded Beta if he were hurt or in trouble. The blonde Omega only saw it as a way for an Alpha to control his 'property'. Even Beta's sometimes were made to wear them if the Alpha so wished.
Yuri glared at the offending piece of metal before letting his arm fall down next to him. "I guess I really don't have a fucking choice but to do what he says." He grumbled, rolling on to his belly with a groan. "Why did you have to go and leave me with him, grandpa?" he asked the empty room. He quickly pressed his face into the pillow next him, letting out a soft sigh.
Considering where his grandfather had taken him from, he really couldn't complain. Yakov was an Alpha, but he was nothing like his father had been. He wished it could have been a Beta that his grandfather had chosen but no, it had to be this crotchety old man who did nothing but work all the time and forced him to come along to the stupid ice rink where he trained people.
Yuri sighed. Okay maybe his grandfather's choice wasn't that bad after all, not that he would ever admit it to Yakov of course. The truth is Yuri loved ice-skating. He loved watching it and he even knew how to skate some himself. He remembered gushing to his grandfather about it one day after he had watched Viktor Nikiforov win his third World Championship.
When he went to rink with Yakov he watched all his students obsessively, after some time being able to spot their mistakes the same time Yakov did. When he thought the old Alpha wasn't watching he would sneak out a pair of old skates from the locker room and skate on another rink that was isolated in a separate building across from the main one.
Yuri knew he wasn't good enough to impress anyone with his self-taught lessons, but he felt at home on the ice. Nothing could hurt or yell at him there, he was by himself, jumping and flipping to his heart's content. He didn't have to prove to anyone that he belonged here, that he was trying to prove he was more than just a stupid Omega that needed an Alpha to define him.
He was just Yuri on ice.
The phone ringing in the next room pulled Yuri from his thoughts, a soft grumble leaving his chest as he sat up in bed. He brought his knees up towards his chest, resting his chin against them as he loosely wrapped his hands around his ankles. Did Yakov really think he was going to go to this stupid meeting and do what he wanted? He snorted, glaring at his stupid I.D. bracelet once more.
"Yeah, when pigs fly."
Yuuri sighed, smiling as he felt lips press against his neck. "Viktor, we are in the back of a cab." He mumbled, halfheartedly pushing against the Alpha's chest as Viktor continued to press kisses against the skin just below his ear. The older man had pushed him down just moments ago to where he was laying across the back seat of the cab, crawling on top of him. He shivered slightly when the silver haired Russian suddenly pressed his teeth against the base of his neck.
"I noticed." Viktor whispered, nipping at Yuuri's ear gently. He grinned at the soft gasp the Beta gave in return.
The cab driver suddenly spoke something in Russian that Yuuri couldn't quite catch since the man had said whatever he said so fast. The both of them had made an effort to learn each other's language over the past four years but Yuuri still got jumbled up when someone spoke too fast.
Viktor said, "Okay", in English before slowly pulling away from Yuuri to sit on his side of the seat, crossing his legs and looking outside the window. He pretended not to notice the cute pout the Beta had on his lips. "We are almost there." Viktor said, grinning as Yuuri huffed before slowly sitting up as well, eyes narrowed in his direction.
"Tease." Yuuri grumbled, smirking when Viktor gave a mock gasp.
"Me?" Viktor asked, dramatically placing his hand on his chest above his heart. "Never!"
"Sure, sure." Yuuri said, tilting his head against his window. They had already been in Russia for a few days now and had even gone to an Omega gathering but still hadn't had any luck. Not that he had let his hopes get too high of course.
The car finally came to a slow stop right outside of the restaurant that Yakov had invited them to dinner for. Viktor exited first, extending his hand to Yuuri after he had slid across the seat to the other side. He smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks as he took the Alpha's larger hand and allowed himself to be guided out of the cab.
Viktor closed the door behind Yuuri before wrapping his right arm around the Beta's waist, taking a rather large bill from his pocket and giving it to the driver telling him to keep the change. Once he had paid the fare he guided Yuuri towards the front door, a content smile on his face as the shorter male rested his head against his shoulder.
At the front desk the hosts took their coats and led them towards the table that Yakov had reserved for them. Yuuri had been looking forward to seeing Viktor's old coach again. He rather enjoyed all the embarrassing tales of his older Alpha. It was good blackmail he could keep in his back pocket to be used when he felt was appropriate. However Yuuri wasn't expecting Yakov to have brought someone with him and we he finally caught sight of him he felt his breath catch in the back of his throat and his feet stopped on their own, feeling like he was rooted to the spot.
Beautiful blonde hair that stopped right beneath his chin framed his pale face. Blue-green eyes that seemed to almost shine as he looked at them was the second thing he noticed as he continued to stare in awe. Then finally long legs that were crossed underneath the table was what he went to next. The tightening grip around his waist confirmed that Viktor was looking at exactly what he was.
There was no doubt that the blond man beside Yakov was a submissive, he didn't even have to notice the bracelet shining upon the fragile looking wrist. The only question that really came to mind as he continued to watch the blond fidget beneath his gaze was simple.
"Who are you…?"
(A/N): Yeah...this anime has stolen my heart somewhat. Let me know what you think.