Yuri didn't cry when he was taken from his family. They had known it would happen one day, and although his family loved him, they had prepared him for this.

The day they came for him was just after his 16th birthday. His mother had whimpered as he packed his few belongings that he was allowed, but his grandfather had wrapped strong arms around her and nodded to their son.

"Stay strong, Yurio." His father's words were familiar. A mantra they had set for him since before he could remember. Stay strong and stay alive. That was his task. As an Omega, he had always been doomed for a life of servitude; it was the way of the world. And though there was nothing they could do to stop the reaping, his parents could raise him to be strong, courageous, and clever.

So he didn't cry as he was practically thrown onto the bus with all the other Omegas coming of age in their village. The other boys, aged 14-17, were all in various stages of tears around him; some sobbing loudly, some sniffling silently.

He didn't bother speaking to anyone. He knew it wouldn't make any difference if he made friends. Their lots in life were to serve Alpha's. Not become friends with each other. So as the older boys began shushing and comforting the younger boys, Yuri kept his face glued to the window.

The boys, 12 in total, were shuttled to an Omega House that their village was known for, as a gimmick to pull in business. It wasn't actually understood why their village had so many Omegas, but it's something they were famous for.

They pulled up to the large building, and were herded out of the bus, forming a semi-circle around the entrance. The building was massive; set up like a dormitory, it had countless windows all with sturdy iron bars bolted into the solid grey brick that made up the walls.

Yuri watched as the large oak doors opened and a young man walks out, speaking into his phone quickly before hanging up and looking at them all with critical eyes.

"Come now come now, stop your blubbering." The man scowled with obvious annoyance. "My name is Dmitry and I'm going to be your caregiver. My job is to make sure that you're all presentable and healthy." He took a moment, looking at the state of the boys, tsking as he shook his head. "Once you are presentable, you will be sent to classes. In these classes you will learn how to walk, talk, and act like a true Salsk Omega."

Yuri could feel the tension rising in his peers as Dmitry spoke, pacing back and forth and looking them all up and down like they were meat for sale. Which, Yuri guessed, they kind of were at this point.

"You will all be assessed in one week's time. On that day, it will be determined if you are suitable for the Salsk Omega House or if you will be taken to Saint Petersburg and sold to a House there."

The boys all gasped at the words. Dmitry didn't say it threateningly, more matter-of-factly; which was even more terrifying. Saint Petersburg Houses had reputations for bad quality of life. They were the Houses people went to if they had little money, so the Omega's were often sickly, underfed, hardly bathed, and more often than was humane—found dead in their cells.

Yuri set his jaw, looking directly at Dmitry with confidence plastered in his body language. This is what he was raised for. His lot in life was lowest of the low, but by God it did not have to be the worst case scenario. Salsk Omega's were quality specimens. People traveled from all over the world to buy them, and often paid good money. The Omega's lives could often be very well off.

That was his goal. Learn everything he could from this House, do exactly as he was told, and carve out the best life he could.

"Now when I call your name, you are to follow Zakhar." He motioned to a man on his right and then continued. "You do not speak. You do not disobey, and above all," He paused here, obviously for emphasis, "you do not, under any circumstances, stare." Yuri almost rolled his eyes. Drama queen.

Dmitry let the weight of his words sink in before pulling out a piece of paper and reading out the first name.

"Yefim." He called out loudly.

An older boy stood forward and followed Zakhar inside, Dmitry closing the oak doors behind them. He didn't make a point to come back down the porch to the boys, choosing instead to pull his phone back out and make another call.

It's at least 10 minutes before the doors open again, Zakhar standing silently as Dmitry pulls the list back out and calls "Makar."

By the time Yuri's name was called, there were only 5 of them left outside. He took a deep breath and stood from his seat on the ground, dusted himself off and walked confidently up the stairs to the porch and inside, followed closely by Zakhar.

"This way." The man's voice was deep and raspy, but not unkind. He made no eye contact and instead just walked down the hall to the left of the entrance.

The inside of the large building was grand. It looked more like a fancy hotel lobby instead of an Omega House. The floors were white marble with gold and blue swirls, and were so shiny that Yuri thought it might be wet. The walls were wallpapered in the same dark blue as the swirls with swirly accents of gold to match. Despite the dark colors, the air was light and gave off a feel of comfort and warmth as well as space.

Yuri walked closely behind Zakhar and found himself staring at the multitudes of pictures that framed the walls. All of the pictures were of very handsome Alphas, all seemingly related to go by the silver hair and pale, sharp features.

"Through here."

The raspy voice shook him out of his curiosity of the pictures, and he jogged slightly to catch back up to Zakhar. The man was standing at a door, and as Yuri caught up to him, he opened it, motioning for Yuri to go in.

"Remember. Do not speak, do not disobey and do not stare."

Yuri nodded and walked into the darkened room, taking a deep breath as the door closed behind him. He walked cautiously further in, with no invitation and stopped when he reached what he judged to be the center.

It was silent. Yuri could hear his own breathing and his heart pounding evenly, though a little quick. He began looking around the room, turning his head this way and that when he finally heard a silky voice ring through the dark space.

"Face the door."

He gulped, gasping slightly at the shock of the words, but he immediately obeyed, turning around and facing the door that he had just walked through. He could hear soft footsteps come near him and he cast his eyes downward, determined not to stare.

"Head up."

He lifted his head, fixing his eyes on a spot on the wall, still determined not to disobey or stare.

He felt hands on his shoulders, squeezing and prodding. The grip moved down his arms and then lifted them. Yuri held them out obediently, still fixing on his spot on the wall.

"Mmm." The voice said, and he heard as the man stepped to the side. He felt his eyes draw sideward, his head turning slightly of it's own accord.

He didn't even have a chance to scold himself into looking back to the wall when his eyes linked with dark blue ones. His mouth fell open and a small gasp escaped his throat.

The man was beautiful. Yuri couldn't even describe how devastatingly good-looking he was. Thin, sharp features, milky pale skin, silky silver hair that parted down the side and hid part of his face. He needed to look away. He wasn't supposed to stare, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The man moved his hand up to his jaw in a thinking gesture and pursed his beautiful plump lips into a thin line. "Close your mouth." He said in the same demanding, but not unkind tone as before. Yuri obeyed, but couldn't help the helpless gaze that continued.

The man's lips made the slightest hint at a smile, just at the corners, before putting his hand back down and walking back behind Yuri again. Yuri was immediately released from the spell, his eyes blinking and fixing back on the spot on the wall. God he had three rules…only three! And he had broken the most important one!

The man moved back into Yuri's line of vision, but this time, Yuri stayed fixed on the spot. He could see the man looking him up and down, up and down before a soft humming sound came from behind him and the man looked to a point over Yuri's shoulder.

"Okiniiri?"

Yuri heard a second set of footsteps move up to him and he stilled as the new person lowered his arms and pressed his face against Yuri's neck and right into his scent glands. The motion was unexpected and Yuri felt as a second gasp was torn from his lungs.

"He smells good." The second man purred, and once again, Yuri found himself peeking from a side glance and then a full blown stare at the second man.

He was shorter than the first man, dark black hair and brilliantly bright brown eyes. And so beautiful that Yuri almost whimpered. He shut his mouth suddenly, and snapped his head back so that he was facing the spot on the wall again. DAMNIT! He'd done it again!

He bit his lip when the second man pressed his nose back to his scent gland, but he fought to keep his eyes straight ahead.

"Come now, Yuuri, don't frighten the poor boy." The second man whimpered and pulled away. It took much too long for Yuri to realize that the second man obviously shared a name with him. That was interesting.

"What is your name?" The first man asked, staring intently at Yuri's face. He kept his gaze fixed at the wall as he spoke.

"Yuri Plisetsky, sir." He said, happy that his voice didn't tremble.

"Did you hear that, Okiniiri? He has an easy to remember name." The other Yuuri hummed and pressed his nose back to Yuri's neck, the opposite side of his scent gland this time. He pawed gently at Yuri's arm and Yuri felt himself sway slightly, his head turning gently to inhale the other's scent.

Yuuri smelled—really good. Sweet and comforting. The aroma had started out small, but as he continued his pawing and petting, it became stronger.

"Yuuri…" There was a warning tone to the words and both Yuri's pulled away from the touch, Yuri snapping his eyes back to his spot and Yuuri backing away slowly.

"Age." The man continued, circling Yuri now as he still looked him up and down.

"Sixteen." The other Yuuri mewled, but did not touch him.

"And you're from Salsk?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." The man said again. Yuri felt his heart still racing as the room fell silent again. He could feel both sets of eyes still on him; his skin felt tingly where Yuuri had touched him and he fought the urge to shiver.

The man sighed after a long moment and walked back around to where he was in front of Yuri. He reached up his hand and took the younger boys jaw, forcing him to look at him. Yuri felt his mouth open again, but quickly shut it. The man grinned.

"Tell Zakhar top floor. Room 12." He released Yuri's chin, the skin tingling there as well as where Yuuri had touched him now. Yuri nodded, walking as quickly to the door and opening it as fast as he could manage.

"Top floor. Room 12." He said confidently, when Zakhar stared at him.

"Room 12?" the man confirmed.

Yuri nodded and took a deep breath. "Yes, Top floor Room 12. It's what he—the man, said."

Zakhar looked at him for a long moment before stepping beside him and entering the room, shutting the door behind him. He was back out in just a minute and he nodded for Yuri to follow him.

Victor sat down in his chair, swiveling around to face out the wall of windows that was directly behind his desk. He heard as Zakhar closed the door behind him and then he sighed loudly.

"Yuuri…" His voice wasn't threatening this time, but the name was drawn out more like a question. The Japanese man sat down at his feet, face nuzzling into his pants as Victor let his fingers play with the soft black locks. "Are you getting lonely, pet?"

Yuuri nuzzled deeper, pawing at the material of his pants before shaking his head gently. "No, Alpha."

Victor eyed him. "Then what was that?" He jerked a thumb towards the door, obviously meaning the display the Omega had just put on with the blond boy.

Yuuri whimpered but shrugged. "I—I don't—He smelled so good." He said a little in awe.

Victor shook his head, chuckling softly. "A lot of the omegas smell good. You've never shown interest before." Victor's voice was silk and calm, his hand petting gently at Yuuri's hair.

Yuuri purred at the motion and nodded. "He smelled really good." Unfortunately, Yuuri was completely unable to put into words why he had fallen apart over the blond omega. All he knew was that the blond had walked in, Alpha had been circling him as always and then Yuuri was hit by the overpowering scent of the younger omega.

"The things I do for you." Victor sighed with a smile, petting the claiming mark just below Yuuri's ear. "Go up there after we're done and explain things to him. I don't want him terrified."

Yuuri leaned into the touch of his mark and whimpered softly. "I could go now if you wished."

Victor shook his head. "No, stay here. Give him a bit of time on his own." He smiled down at his beautiful omega and then turned his chair back around to the desk. "No more pets though." He said firmly. And Yuuri nodded, smiling mischievously at himself.

Yuri gasped slowly as he was pushed into room 12 of the top floor. It was absolutely massive. The walls were covered in white wallpaper, the floors were the same marble from downstairs and the giant bay window that stood opposite the door, looked out over the beautiful grounds.

There was a king sized bed with the fluffiest pillows he had ever seen. The furniture all matched—white painted wood and large despite how small it all looked compared to the giant room. Across from the bed was an enormous fire place, and two comfy looking chairs with a small table set up between them. There was a small chest at the foot of the bed and a door just beside the head of the bed.

For some reason he had imagined that the dorms would be small; tiny really; with two small beds, two small desks, and one small window per room. He had not expected this. He wasn't sure if he was expected to share the room, or if it was all for him, because it was definitely big enough for more than one person, but still only one bed—even though it was gigantic.

He walked over to the window and looked out. Beautiful green hills ran straight back into a grove of trees. There were several gardens spread throughout the land and he could see as lines of boys walked single file through them, led by a slightly bigger figure; obviously the care giver.

Honestly if this is what he had to look forward to for the next few years, then he was certain it wouldn't be so bad. He walked over to the chairs by the fire and sat down in one. It was big and squishy and he had barely sighed in contentment when he fell into a happy sleep.

He felt as though he had just closed his eyes when he was being gently shaken awake.

"Yuri…" The voice was soft, familiar and there was something calm about it. Yuri let his eyes flutter open slowly and he stretched and yawned before shaking the sleep away and blinking Yuuri into focus. He let out a yelp and jumped backwards, falling out of the chair and onto his ass on the hard floor.

"Yu—Yu-what are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his ass gingerly.

Yuuri laughed and shook his head. "I'm here to tell you what you're doing here." He said casually.

Yuri stood, cracking his back and groaning as the loud crack sounded in the room. "I already know. I'm going to be trained to be a Salsk Omega."

Yuuri shook his head, grinning. "Nope! Alpha is giving you to me."

He was hit by several questions at once. Why would and omega want another omega? Why would an Alpha give his omega an omega? And why would Yuuri possibly want him anyway?

He doesn't ask the questions, however. Instead he just stands there, staring at the beautiful older man and wincing in concentration every now and then. Yuuri giggles and shakes his head, pulling Yuri over to the large bed and flopping down on it, pulling the blond with him and pawing at his shirt gently.

Being so close to the other man, smelling him, inhaling him so completely is disorientating. Yuri has never been the touchy feely type, which was odd for an omega, but there it was. But Yuuri—his touch was soft, and comforting. It made Yuri feel like he'd been touching him all his life, like he had been missing something this whole time, and touching Yuuri was the missing thing.

His breathing calmed as he stared into the bright brown orbs and he felt a lazy happy sedating fall over him.

"Victor is a good Alpha, you'll like him." Yuuri's voice was thick, and slow. It seemed that whatever haze was falling over Yuri, was affecting the older omega as well. But it was so undeniably pleasurable, that neither of them seemed to care.

Yuri's stomach felt like it was going to burst with butterflies, every time the older man's hands scratched gently along his shirt clad chest as he pulled and kneaded the shirt.

"Alpha…" Yuri said with barely a hint of a question. He knew he was confused, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. Things would work themselves out, as long as he stayed close to Yuuri, things could be as confusing as they wanted to be.

Yuuri nodded, moving closer and entangling their legs together. "Victor. Alpha. He's going to let you be part of our pack." The words are slow and absolutely impossible to understand. Yuuri smells amazing and all Yuri can think of doing is leaning in and rubbing his face in his scent glands.

"You'll have a trial run. To see if we like you. And then he'll claim you." Each sentence was slow moving, and separated by deep inhalation.

Yuri nodded leisurely as he finally gave in and pressed his nose against the older omega's neck. He groaned happily as he drew in the sweet scent pouring from the omega.

Yuuri gasped at the move and moaned gently at the sound of approval from the younger boy. He pulled him closer, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes with a sigh.

Victor wasn't sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. He opened the door to their room and was almost knocked down by the overwhelming smell of content omega. It was sweet and flooded his senses. He staggered over to the bed and panted, reaching down and scooping up his omega to pull the two apart.

Both parties whined in disapproval; reaching for each other, desperately trying to maintain contact.

"I know, I'm sorry." He cooed gently, pressing a kiss to Yuuri's temple. "But you two are going to attract every Alpha in the city with that scent." He panted gently, the content smell giving way to a quick burst of unease before settling back down to a normal scent.

Yuuri whined softly as he curled into Victor's body and the Alpha chuckled, pressing more kisses to Yuuri's temple before the omega was sighing happily.

"Did you tell our guest what I told you to?" Victor asked, nosing Yuuri's scent glands. The omega nodded, stretching and yawning happily before blinking awake completely.

Yuri was still on the bed, arms fallen where they had been reaching for the older omega. He seemed dazed and a little nervous now that the content haze had been broken.

Victor looked at the young omega and smiled, shaking his head. "Yuri, do you understand what you're doing here?"

Yuri nodded his head, and then shook it half way through. Victor grinned.

"My Yuuri, here, took a liking to you downstairs. And I am not one to deny my omegas of anything I can give them should they desire it. So we're going to spend a week with you, see if you're a good fit for our pack and then we'll see how it goes from there. "

Yuri nodded slowly, still so confused. He was supposed to be learning how to be a top rate Omega; preparing to be sold to the highest buyer in a few years, being coached on how to keep his Alpha happy—but this?

Victor stared at him, quietly demanding the truth. Yuri bit his lip. "I understand I just—aren't I supposed to train to be an omega? A good omega?" Victor grinned broader.

"You seem to have good instincts." He said with an approving nod. "And anything else, Yuuri can teach you. If we decide you're not a good fit, then you'll go into classes like the rest of the boys. If you are a good fit, then I think we can work around any mishaps."

Yuri gave an inaudible mewl. Victor's gaze was tearing through him like butter, and he felt hot all of a sudden. He broke eye contact and panted gently. His heart was racing and he couldn't figure out what he was feeling.

His breathing slowed as he felt the cool hands of the Alpha on his forehead, and he leaned into the touch with a soft moan.

"There's a good boy, calm down." Victor teemed gently. Yuri sighed and Victor pressed his other hand to his cheek. The feel was absolute magic. Yuri had never been touched by and Alpha before. His body seemed to vibrate and he could feel every fiber of his being screaming Yes. Submit.

His body did calm down, but his heart kept racing. He willed it to stop, begged it to stop, but until Victor stopped touching him, that wasn't likely going to happen. Victor didn't seem to mind though. Instead of making the demand to 'calm down' again, the Alpha leaned forward and pressed a feather light kiss to Yuri's forehead.

It was electric.

Yuri gasped at the feel and then smiled gently as he looked at the devastatingly handsome Alpha. He felt like he would do absolutely anything for Victor. The Alpha was his anchor to the world, he and Yuuri were the only things tying him to the planet and it was terrifying and so wonderful.

"Vitya," Yuuri said gently, pulling the Alpha away and causing Yuri to whine again. "You don't know the effect you have. You're going to send him into heat if you keep that up."

Yuri whimpered and reached for both of them; comfort and passion. He just wanted to be with them, surround himself with them, scent with them. They both took one of his hands and it was Victor who spoke next.

"I'm going to get us some dinner. Yuuri, why don't you take our little Yurio outside for some fresh air?"

Yuri wasn't sure he could actually stand. He was so overwhelmed, so incredibly—he didn't even have words. It was just out of sorts. He whined as he felt Victor pull away but the sound of the door shutting behind the Alpha seemed to snap him out of it.

He shook his head and breathed; deep calming breaths.

"Come on, Yurio. I'll show you the gardens."