Yuri cries for several hours, trembling whenever Otabek attempts to touch him or move him from where he lays on the couch. He's rather hysterical, his throat aching from the harsh tube that had been forced down it.
The ordeal the alpha just forced him through was without a doubt the worst experience he's gone through thus far in his short life. It only causes him to despise the horrible alpha more than he did before, which he hadn't thought was possible.
Eventually Otabek picks him up, despite his terrified shaking, and carries him back to the bedroom. He gently lays the little omega in the bed and tucks him in, walking out to let him have some quiet time alone to rest and recover. He doesn't bother cuffing Yuri's ankle again, knowing that he wouldn't try anything in his horribly traumatized state.
Otabek is well aware Yuri has gone from hating him out of spite to hating him out of fear. Something he fears may take much longer to fix between them.
Yuri is grateful to be left alone, immediately setting to create a nest around him, just wanting to feel safe and comfortable after forcing himself to avoid those same feelings for the past few years.
He knows he has to get out of this place as soon as he can. If that was a punishment given when Otabek is being "kind" he hates to think what a punishment may be when the alpha isn't feeling this way. For now he's too weak from the sedative and miserable from what just happened to attempt anything. Not to mention he can feel the cramps of his heat beginning.
He groans miserably, finding this is the worst possible time for his heat. He hates that he feels so weak and is surrounded by that alpha's scent. He buries his face in a pillow, trying to block out his misery and dread of what's to come as he lets himself drift into an unconscious state.
Otabek frowns when he returns to the room to find his omega so miserable in his sleeping state. He walks over and climbs onto the bed, reaching over to gently stroke Yuri's soft blonde locks.
"I'm sorry, little one." He murmurs to the sleeping figure, not planning on saying it with him awake anytime soon. It would be a waste of breath when he knows he's done nothing to earn forgiveness for his actions.
He gently slides his body into the nest with Yuri, wrapping his arms around his much too tiny waist and drawing his body close and releasing his comforting scent to wrap the omega in.
He leans down, closing his eyes as he presses his nose into Yuri's scent gland, taking in a deep breath of his warm and intoxicating heat scent. He can't get enough of it, wanting nothing more than to take the small omega and knot him. He resists the urge though, knowing that no good will come from forcing that now. In fact, he recognizes the fact that it could damage things beyond repair with the omega.
He gently strokes Yuri's hair with a small frown, pondering his actions.
They remain like this for the few hours it takes for Yuri to begin waking. When he does wake he can't stop the whimpers that escape his throat as he holds onto Otabek's shirt softly, taking in his scent.
He hesitantly reaches down to remove his leggings, a faint pout on his lips as he feels his thighs become wet with his slick, his body craving the fullness that only an alpha can provide. "P-Please…" He whimpers out, his mind hazy and unfocused. Omega's typically lose their thoughts to instinct and have little control over their actions in their heat. The older an omega gets the more experienced they become with their heats, making it easier for them to resist their temptations and remain in control.
Unluckily for Yuri, this is only the fifth heat he's had in his life. Due to his malnutrition he hasn't had the body weight that would give his body the needed energy to go into heat.
Yuri saw it as one of the perks of being a homeless, emaciated omega.
Being in his heat is almost like losing himself. He hates it more than anything else. He becomes nothing more than a weak creature that can't take their mind off of the one thing that Yuri himself is disgusted by.
Otabek gently strokes his fingers through Yuri's hair, massaging his scalp gently. "I promised you I wouldn't do that to you this time, Yuri. I won't go back on that. Even though you do smell incredibly enticing."
Yuri whines unhappily, kicking his leggings off the rest of the way, panting softly and pushing out more of his scent. His abdomen cramps with the need to be taken and claimed, his body taking over and forcing out his rational thoughts. "Take me…" He begs softly, whimpering needily. "I need it…"
Otabek sighs, kissing his forehead lightly, hearing the slight rasp to his voice from his throat being raw from the tube. "I'll help satisfy you. But not in the way you want me to. Alright, omega?"
Yuri nods eagerly, pressing closer. "Y-Yes, Alpha…" He closes his eyes as he presses close.
Otabek reaches over into the nightstand to grab a small toy, not wanting to injure Yuri.
He gently wraps his arm around the omega's waist to pull him securely to his chest, the hand holding the toy moving to his ass.
Yuri's soft eager whimpers and squirming hips are enough to convince Otabek to gently begin pressing the toy into his tight and slick entrance.
Yuri moans softly as he feels it pressing into him, his back arching a bit in pleasure as he wraps one of his long legs around Otabek's waist to give him better access to his slick hole.
Otabek sighs softly, knowing Yuri is going to be furious once his heat wears off. He decides to enjoy it while he can though, leaning down to press soft kisses along Yuri's neck and shoulder, struggling with his own urges to give the omega his knot.
Yuri holds onto Otabek's shoulders gently as he feels the toy slide into him fully, nuzzling close eagerly. "I-It's not b-big enough…" He whines desperately.
Otabek ignores his whining, beginning to gently thrust the small dildo in and out of his omega, going gentle at first before thrusting harder and faster. "Anything larger and you might hurt yourself on it, kitten."
He continues to kiss and nuzzle Yuri's neck and scent glance as he tries to milk an orgasm from him, knowing it'll calm him down a bit and soothe his cramps for a while.
It doesn't take long before Yuri's body shutters with pleasure and climaxes, going limp against Otabek and panting softly. His eyes drift shut in absolute exhaustion, his head resting on Otabek's chest.
Otabek gently kisses his forehead, rubbing his back as he pulls the toy out of him and grabs a small towel that he stored in the bedside table to gently wipe off the slick from Yuri's thighs. He's incredibly gentle as he does so, not wanting to wake or further stimulate the exhausted boy in his arms.
The remainder of Yuri's heat follows this pattern. Yuri sleeps most of the time, waking miserable and begging for Otabek to help him with release. Otabek does so and holds him while he sleeps. It's an almost constant cycle that lasts about three days.
At the end of the three days Yuri doesn't remember much of the haze he had been in, though he can tell by the slight soreness between his legs he had been penetrated by something. He knows he wasn't knotted though. There's no doubt that he would be much sorer if he had been knotted.
He doesn't comment on this though. Instead he focuses on slipping out of Otabek's arms and scurrying to the bathroom to bathe himself, feeling disgusting at the feeling of dried slick between his legs and on his thighs and his hair crunchy from dried sweat.
He steps into the shower and bathes himself thoroughly but quickly. The clock on the nightstand tells him it's very late and he doesn't want to do anything that will wake the alpha. He has to get out of here now that he's in his right mind and not drugged up. He pulls on a hoodie and a pair of black leggings, shoving a few pairs of spare socks in his hoodie pocket along with a bundle of cash and sneaks downstairs.
He shivers as he passes the couch. He remembers well what had happened on it just a few days ago. Just thinking about it makes his throat ache and his hair stand on end. His fingers reach up to gently cover his lips, subconsciously shielding them from the very thought of a tube being forced passed them again.
He makes his way to a window in a spare room, figuring that sneaking through the window will give him extra time than going through the front door and leaving it unlocked. This way he may have a chance that Otabek will think he's still hiding in the house before he calls for retrievers to begin searching for him.
Yuri slips through the window without a sound, taking off running as soon as his sneaker-clad feet hit the grass. He darts into the woods first before he positions himself so that he is making his way towards town while staying in the hidden comfort the forest provides him.
He knows if he gets caught things will become far worse than he's ever had to deal with before. Whatever he does, he can't get caught.
