It was as if Yuri was in a weird psychedelic dream. His heat causing his fever to spike, his body was burning from the inside out. Each gulp of air into his lungs burned- that rich alpha spice surrounding him. Even as the weights drug his limbs down, he found he could still reach out, grasp that spice and hold it close.
The fabric of his tunic itched and rubbed his skin wrong. Gasping for scolding air, Yuri tore at the material. In his dream, his tunic was fire that licked at his skin- burning him even more. He wanted to scream and call out- receive help to remove the fire engulfing him.
Thrashing around more, the tunic continued to bite at his skin. Yuri couldn't get his mind wrapped around anything other than the fog that was his mind. This dream had taken him hostage- wrapped in warmth and spice.
"Please…" was all he could manage to gasp, his lung refilling with fire as his body seized up. The wound on his neck pulsing as vision of his former alpha came to mind. Screaming, Yuri's body bucked as his dream took him further away. His mind locking out the former memory.
He stood on a hilltop, overlooking peaceful lands. Though his body was still in flames, his heart settled. There was something inside of him calming a bit. Maybe it was whatever that spice was that flitted around him- soothing him. It was warm, but not burning- though his skin felt aflame. Nothing seemed out of place, except for himself. His mind was playing with him and he needed to gain back the control he had lost.
Clenching his fist, Yuri dug his nails into the palm of his hands, snapping himself out of the haze that had consumed him. Gasping as his eyes snapped out, he gulped air and sat up. Everything in him ached and hurt. His tunic was torn down the center and his chest exposed to the air.
He knew where he was, though he had no idea how he had gotten here. Remembering his walk to a stream, his mind mudded and foggy.
A cup of water next to the bed and though it hurt his arms greatly, Yuri grabbed and drank. He felt damp and saw linens under his body. "...Otabek," he whispered.
A hand moving to his neck- the old wound pained him as it seared into his core. Crying out, Yuri fell back against the pillows, an alpha he did not want to think about calling to him. He had to fight through this. It was only a one way bond- hastily done at that. Yuri had to resist it, it was his only way. In his moment of clarity, he knew if he survived this- without the bonded alpha, he would be fine.
Pain ricocheted through his body. His back arching as he cried out, feeling the strain in his voice. He could feel his mind starting to fog again and cried out against it. He did not want to lose himself once more- he need to stay as he was.
"Yuri?" Otabek asked, his breath coming hard. That rich spice coming back to Yuri, lighting him up differently as Otabek sat on the edge of the bed. "Yuri?"
"Beka!" Yuri screamed out, grabbing for the alpha near him, pulling him close to inhale more of that rich spice. Feeling the weight of Otabek on him and Yuri's mind cleared from the fog and remembrance of a former alpha. "Beka… please."
Arms wrapped around him and Yuri whined. It was not what his body wanted- needed. Gasping, his nails found purchase on Otabek's tunics, ripping and pulling. His body squirming and hot.
It was when the body left him that Yuri cried out again. He was drunk off his heat and his body reacting before his mind could think. Even through blurry vision, he saw his savior standing before him, gasping and clutching his tattered tunic.
"...please," Yuri managed to whisper.
It took everything in him he could muster. Rising to his knees, letting the torn tunic he wore fall from his arms as he stared at the alpha in front of him. That warm, rich spice licking at his skin, calming the fire.
"You are not in your right mind," Otabek said, stepping forward and running a hand through his hair.
"My mind is here, for now," Yuri whispered, reaching out for him.
Those words Yuri spoke and Otabek just stared at him. Before him was the most gorgeous omega he had ever laid eyes on, naked and in heat. His control was wavering as it was- but this was too much, even for him. He was an alpha after all.
Ever since finding Yuri in the forest that day- his eyes cutting through him, though they both knew he was scared, something had pulled at Otabek.
He had been fighting the scent Yuri was portraying to him, but he could not fight anymore. Allowing Yuri to pull him near, Otabek kept a hand in his hair, looking into his eyes that seemed to be aware and not glassed over.
"Are you sure?" Otabek asked, his breath coming heavy as their chest touched, Yuri's skin blazing hot.
"Yes," Yuri whispered.
Otabek could feel the trembling in Yuri's body, and he would be lying if he said his was not. Their bodies moved on their own as Otabek pressed his lips to Yuri's. A small strangled cry and Yuri was wrapping his arms tightly around him. Otabek knew his heat was taking back over as the trembling in Yuri's body slowed and eagerness took over. Nails ripping more at his tunic as Yuri rutted and whined against him, pulling him onto the bed.
Otabek let Yuri lead the way- in case another moment of clarity came and he wanted to stop. Even as he was drug down, his body covering Yuri's- he could feel his own mind slipping away. It was intoxicating being with an omega in heat- and Otabek allowed it all to wash over him.
His tunic pulled from him as were his pants. Everything seemed to happen all at once. Yuri gasping, begging, his nails ripping over his skin- lighting the fire in both of them. Their mouths easily finding each other- tasting, licking.
Kissing down Yuri's jaw, his scent got even stronger. It was soft, and almost sweet. It made his mind drunk and all rational thought leave. His mouth finding his way down his neck, a stench from his previous alpha lingering there. Otabek would be lying if he said this had not bothered him. He saw how generous Yuri was, even with the fight inside of him.
He knew how to rid of the other alpha's stench. Allowing his instinct to take over, Otabek pressed his body tighter to Yuri's, allowing his body to smother him as his mouth covered the hastily, bad done bond. He was not completely sure this would work, but the alpha in him was pulling him there- calling to him to mask the other alpha.
"Please…" he heard Yuri whisper.
Yuri's body boiled against his, scolding his skin. He wanted more time to treasure this omega under him, but neither held the patience. Nails raking his back, screams calling his name, and Otabek allowed the omega to consume him.
There was no fight this time. Yuri felt his body open up and willing take the alpha laid upon him. His hands finding they liked how the alpha felt, and how this alpha smelt. He wanted this alpha on him, in him- he wanted Otabek. Gasping as their kiss broke, he found his head tilting- allowing the alpha to kiss down his neck and where his pulse seemed to beat against his neck.
That place still tender, still wounded. Yuri didn't want that there anymore. He wanted this alpha who was gentle with him, who genuinely seem to care- to make the mark anew. His own hand laid upon Otabek's head, pressing his face harder to his neck, his legs spreading wider than he ever imagined them too.
"Please…" Yuri whispered, the omega haze still controlling him, though his mind cleared for a brief moment. He did not know this man well, but he knew him far better than the previous alpha. He knew this man would never intentionally harm him, and he would never force a bond. It was a lot to ask for from his savior- but he had to take that chance. He had to rid of the other alpha.
A press at his bottom and a tongue licking at his neck. Yuri breathed out one last second of clarity before his haze returned, sinking him deeper into his heat. The moment he felt the alpha enter him- through his bottom and onto his neck- Yuri felt his soul swirl, his body blaze.
There was a choking sound at his neck, though the marking never stopped. Yuri held onto his alpha as their bodies rocked- feeling a connection he had never felt before. He could see for a split second his entire life before him. There was hope now. The more Otabek latched onto his neck, pounding into him- it only freed him from the hell his life had been.
It was as though muck had entered his sinuses the moment his teeth sunk into Yuri's skin. Gasping and choking, Otabek never let up. He was not aware of the consequence of taking another's omega. The trail of overbearing stench left behind.
Never stopping, Otabek knew this had to be done- for Yuri's sake. Holding Yuri tighter, his hand on the other side of Yuri's neck, his thumb caressing at his jaw bone. Otabek continued to push into this tiny omega, amazed at how he opened in all ways to him. A snap at Yuri's skin, copper in his mouth, and Otabek finally let loose of the slender neck before him. The mark was not as nasty as the previous- both would scar and leave behind memories. If only for this to bring Yuri peace.
They fit so well against each other. He felt the need dripping off of Yuri as their bodies continued to rock against the other. Finding the omega's mouth, Otabek kissed him once more- there was something so pure about the way Yuri gasped and clutched to him.
His knot, beginning its bloom and Otabek felt a clenching deep in his gut. Not wanting to trap the small omega under him, he wrapped his arms tightly and rolled to his back. Able to keep Yuri and himself connected, their bodies still rocking as Yuri gasped against his neck.
Tilting his own head- Otabek knew he had already damned himself in the bond on Yuri's neck. Being as Yuri was now bonded to two alpha's, he needed to break the former alpha's bond. Holding the back of Yuri's head, he held him against his neck- feeling the tiny licks and hearing the smacks of his mouth.
His mind screaming at him to mate and bond - he waited for that moment. A searing pain shooting through his body as the tiny omega held him down. His eyes blinded to everything but the scent merging between them, he felt Yuri at that moment.
Otabek had laid with omegas before- though he had never bond. Feeling the intensity behind it, a tear slipped from his eye as his arms held Yuri tighter. His knot fully bloomed and Yuri could barely move. Letting go of his hold on Otabek's neck- they both laid still. Their bodies heated differently now, though cooling fast.
Yuri stayed with his head hidden in Otabek's neck. Otabek's hand gently toying with Yuri's hair. Neither had anything to say at the moment- their actions screaming for them both. Taking a deep breath, Otabek knew it would be time before his knot gave way- all he can do is hold and reassure the omega resting on him.