Waking up from a Heat was sort of like waking up with a hangover. Only instead of a head ache, your entire body ached and instead of being dehydrated, you were dehydrated, hungry and felt a little sick.
Yuri groaned as he shifted on the bed. He was sandwiched between two warm bodies and the moment he realized who they were, he couldn't help the grin on his face. Yuuri was directly in front of him, his black hair falling into his face gently as he breathed evenly. And Victor was behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into the firm chest.
He leaned forward, fully preparing to press a kiss to Yuuri's head when the pain in his body happened again. He groaned a little louder this time and Yuuri's eye fluttered open. They locked eyes and Yuuri smiled sleepily at him.
"Good morning." He said through a yawn. Yuri watched as the older Omega stretched and then felt his stomach fill with butterflies as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips before sitting up completely.
Yuri looked up at the older man and grinned. "Good morning." He returned with a smile. He moved to get up, but this time, not just the pain stopped him, but Victor's arms. The Alpha tightened his grip on the Omega's waist and Yuri gasped at the sudden movement and then groaned at the pain it caused.
Yuuri made a face and then reached over and smacked Victor with a harsh crack sound.
"Victor! Let go." He said in mock upset.
The Alpha moaned softly, but did not release his hold. Instead he pulled him closer and Yuri shivered at the feel of soft lips against his bare back.
"Victor…." Yuuri said again, shoving at the Alpha while trying to keep himself from hurting Yuri.
"I'm up!" Victor said immediately, shooting up and taking Yuri with him. The sudden movement caused the Omega to gasp again, and then groan in the most pain he had felt so far. His legs, abs, and ass were throbbing painfully and he closed his eyes and hissed harshly.
"Damnit moron! Watch what you're doing!" He said removing himself from Victor's embrace and landing in Yuuri's lap. He groaned as he maneuvered his body so that he was comfortable and then he sighed in relief as Yuuri began running his fingers through his hair soothingly.
"I guess he doesn't need me to tell you what's what anymore." Yuuri said with a chuckle.
Victor grinned as he watched his two Omegas and he shook his head at the words. "No he doesn't. He's got quite a mouth on him these days."
"Don't talk about me as if I weren't here." He huffed at Victor. He then turned to Yuuri and grinned. "Except you—you can do whatever you want."
Yuuri laughed and then leaned down to press his lips to his again, both of them ignoring Victor's scandalized gasp.
"Oh so we're playing favorites now?" The Alpha said teasingly.
Yuri grinned as he broke away from Yuuri's kiss and then nodded. "We're playing favorites until my ass stops throbbing, yes."
Victor grinned at those words and then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Yuri's lips. "If memory serves me, that'll be a few days." He said looking at Yuuri. The older Omega nodded and looked a little sorry to admit it.
"Don't worry though, you don't have anything to do so you can rest, and Victor can make it better with his hormones, so it won't be too bad."
Victor reached down and ran his finger gently down Yuri's scent gland which was now red and enflamed from being bitten. Yuri shivered in an odd sort of pleasurable pain at the touch and suddenly he remembered that he'd been mated.
He had such an array of emotions that he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it at all. One the one hand he was beside himself with joy that Victor wanted him enough to mate with him. Having a kind, handsome, strong and powerful Alpha bonded to him was nothing to blow your nose at.
Though they hadn't discussed it. Not at all. The subject hadn't even come up exactly. He'd barely made himself come to Japan to be with them and now he was bonded and probably pregnant because he was certain he had not taken anything to prevent it.
But he wasn't mad. Not angry or red in anyway. If anything, his negative feelings were fear. Bonding with an Alpha was absolute bliss for an Omega, and the Alpha could gain pleasure out of the bond as well, but damnit if the Omega didn't get the short end of the stick.
Omegas could obviously leave a mated Alpha if they chose, but it was difficult. And once they were apart, it would be nearly impossible for the Omega to think of anything but getting back to their Alpha. It was something that actually sort of interested him and he made a mental note to ask Yuuri all about his time apart from Victor one day.
For an Alpha, it was much easier to leave their mated Omega. He wasn't sure that Victor was a good example of it, because he was so madly in love with his Omega and he wasn't the one who initiated the split. But from what he read, Alphas may have a few days of separation anxiety, but ultimately would be fine.
Then there was the fact that the mating mark was on the Omega forever. If the Alpha chose to leave, then the Omega would never find another Alpha. Well—that's not strictly true, it was possible, but very unlikely that an Alpha would want to bed an Omega who had already been mated. It meant that the Alpha couldn't mate the Omega themselves, and would always have the desire to make the Omega theirs, without a way to do so.
So yeah—there was a lot to think about. A lot to consider before being mated—and Yuri hadn't been able to do that.
He wanted to blame Victor—make the Alpha feel terrible for doing something so serious while he was in a state of complete and utter madness. But he also wasn't sure he quite minded. He wished he'd had time to consider it a little more, but honestly—he'd had two years to consider it. It may not have passed his mind in so many words, but he was sure that this pack was his. Joining a pack was almost as big a decision as being mated—bigger in some cases. And he knew his choice to join them was his choice to be bonded to them as well.
"Are you mad?" Victor's voice was soft and deep, his fingers still ran gently along the bond bite though his eyes were striking directly into Yuri's.
Yuri smiled and shook his head. "No. I'm not mad."
"You'd have every right to be." Victor said still petting him slowly.
Yuri nodded, "I know. And I'll probably bring it up in future to win arguments or get my way, but I'm glad you did it. I wanted you to."
Victor chuckled at his words and shook his head before leaning down and kissing him deeply.
After showering, cleaning the room a bit, throwing the bedding into the wash and taking several aspirin, Yuri found himself at the kitchen table, practically sitting in Yuuri's lap while they ate cereal and talked.
He had pumped himself up for this talk on his flight over. He had it in his mind that it would be a talk to end all talks. Catching Yuuri up on what was going on, seeing if Yuuri was able to forgive Victor for pushing Yuri away, seeing if Victor could forgive Yuuri for not telling him about his pup and so on.
There was so much to discuss and so little hours in the day. Yuri had been sure this was going to be painful and hard and draining. That they would get angry and upset and probably say things they didn't mean.
But it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd thought.
"I just don't understand how he convinced you to let him Court you." Yuuri said again, running his hand soothingly up and down Yuri's back.
The blond shrugged. "Honestly, I'm right there with you."
Victor rolled his eyes and Yuri felt himself grin. "I guess I just—hadn't really gotten over you guys. The idea of getting a second chance was too good to miss…even if I was a little nervous and worried about getting hurt again."
"So he just walked into St. Petersburg, bought the place and Courted you? Seems pretty ridiculous." Yuuri said looking at Victor with a suspicious grin.
"Well, I bought the place first. And I Courted him before he found out—though I thought it was kind of obvious to be honest. I though he knew or at least had a suspicion."
Yuuri looked back at Yuri with a grin. "And you fell for it. He buys you a tiny little Omega House and suddenly you're falling in his lap."
/
"How was I supposed to trust you with our pup when I watched how you treated Yurio?!" Yuuri screamed from his position by the couch.
Victor stood by the fire place, red in the face and hair a mess as he shouted back. "I didn't do anything to Yurio that would mean I would be cruel to my own child!"
"You treated him like he wasn't wanted, made him feel like an outsider, pushed him away—those are things you could easily do to a child!" Yuuri listed the indiscretions off on his fingers.
"So you packed your bags and left me instead of talking to me? A much better example of good parenting; one wrong step and you'll abandon him!"
Yuri's head was flipping back and forth as he watched the two spit insult after accusation at each other. He had his opinions on the subject, but he had a feeling that it wasn't his place to mention them.
"I would never abandon my pup!"
"Well how the hell would I know that? You just up and abandoned your fucking Mated Alpha!"
/
"How can you sit there and tell me that you care about me when you left me to rot in St. Petersburg for two years?!" Yuri said with venom.
"What was I supposed to do? Walk in and take you back?"
"It would have been better than just leaving me there! You could have written at least!"
Yuuri hung his head and sighed. "What good would that have done? All it would do is remind you of happier times and make you more miserable."
"No! It would have reminded me of happier times and given me hope those happy times would come again. All I had in that shit hole was regret and sorrow and you like to blame Victor for it, but you could have written!"
Yuuri hissed and stood from his chair. "Don't turn this on me! You're the one who told me you didn't want me! For all I knew, you chose to go to that pit from Hell INSTEAD of being with me!"
"Oh whatever! You knew I was making that up! How could I be madly in love with you one day, and then suddenly not want you the next?"
"All I know is—you said you didn't want to be with us. With me. You made me feel like an idiot for being so far gone that I'd missed the signs that you were unhappy, and then you were gone. Why would I even try to reach out!?"
"Oh oh, but you thought of me every day? You couldn't get over me, knew I was in a hell hole but never thought to even try to write?"
/
"This is really good." Yuuri said as he took another helping of Chicken and potatoes.
"Thanks." Yuri said with a grin. "I've been taking a cooking class since Victor came here."
"Went all domestic on us." Victor said kissing his cheek as he passed to also get another helping.
"Otabek said you never know when it'll come in handy to know how to cook." Yuri sat down practically in Yuuri's lap again and the older Omega pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.
"Well I would say that we'll never be without a cook, but here we are—without a cook and we were starving. So you really saved the day."
Yuri grinned as he took his last bite. "Wait till the carrot cake is finished."
/
"You are always going to love him more than me! How am I supposed to feel?"
Victor shook his head. "That's just not true! I can't explain it very well, but I love you both differently, but neither feels more powerful than the other." The Alpha spoke calmly in contrast to Yuri's rage.
"You don't love me! You just came for me because you knew it would get Yuuri back!"
"I'm not going to pretend that isn't partly true, but that's just it! It's only partly true. Fair or not, it's not hard for an Alpha to force an Omega to stay with him."
"So why didn't you just do whatever that is and just make him stay? Why go through all of the trouble?!"
"That's my point, Yurio! Because I love you too!"
"Bullshit."
/
By the time the sun was setting, they had finished off the last of the food, including the cake, and were sitting sprawled together on the couch, facing the fire place.
Victor and Yuuri was sitting comfortable together, and Yuri was laying easily across both of their laps, letting Victor smooth his hair back gently while Yuuri played with his fingers.
The day had been exactly what he'd thought. It was painful, teary and absolutely draining. All of them had said things that they'd have to apologize for eventually, they'd all taken some cheap shots, and they'd all been in the line of fire.
But it hadn't all been arguing and screaming and tears. They'd had really good communication between them. It always seemed that any one issue was between two of the three of them. While those two argued, the third served as a referee of sorts, and would mediate between them.
It was refreshing and very helpful and absolutely ridiculous in Yuri's eyes, but still it worked. He'd thought it was dumb that they had to take breaks from the conversation to get snacks and be kind to each other. It made more sense to just fight it out—but now that all was said and done, he was kind of glad it had all worked out this way.
There were some things that just didn't seem to be able to be worked through in one day. Some situations that would leave lasting scars, but they were at least able to get it out in the open—no secret feelings of anger or pain between them—honesty and openness. It was nice.
They had decided they were done for now about an hour ago, and after they'd finished the food and cake, they'd landed on the couch. Yuri was as comfortable as he'd ever been in his entire life, and he could feel himself begin to purr every once in a while.
They talked about what they would do when they got home to Salsk, and spoke about Yuri being able to sit in on 'boring business meetings' with Victor and maybe start a book club. Niki would be the only child at the House, so they spoke about getting him into a day care when he was a bit older, just to get some socialization. They talked about how Zakhar needed a raise and how he'd been absolutely essential to their happiness. And now they sat in comfortable silence, just touching each other and dozing softly.
"I feel like we should go upstairs, but I'm so comfortable. " Victor said while stretching.
Yuuri nodded. "I know, I keep thinking that I'll regret it in the morning, but I don't know if I have the energy to climb those stairs."
Yuri sat up and grinned. "Old men. You're telling me that you're too tired to even make it upstairs?"
Victor chuckled. "I don't see you moving."
Yuri glared at the silver haired man and then jumped up from the couch, holding in his groan of slight pain when he did.
"Alright, I guess you old men can stay here. I'll go upstairs and have the whole bed to myself."
Yuuri yawned and wrapped his arms around Victor's waist and cuddled in close. "Alright, you do that. We'll stay here." Victor nodded his head in agreement.
Yuuri shrugged. "I guess I'll get myself through post-Heat." And with that he headed upstairs to their bed.
Both Yuuri and Victor looked at each other for a short moment before dashing up after him.
Post-Heat was nothing as terrible as pre-Heat or even Heat itself. It was much more tame and easy going, though it was definitely an enjoyable part. The Omega wouldn't be in a Heat Haze, his mind would be awake and aware the whole time without having to deal with the mind bottling desire to have a knot.
He'd actually be able to enjoy the sex. Not that Heat wasn't enjoyable—with the right partner(s) Heat was amazing! But it was still a little difficult to decipher what was good and what was just okay. The Omega was desperate for one thing and one thing only, so quality wasn't as big of an issue as quantity was.
But post-Heat….post-Heat gave the Omega the stamina of Heat, without the mind games. He'd be able to take orgasm after orgasm and still be perfectly fine.
Yuri had barely made it inside the room before both Yuuri and Victor came crashing through the door way. He chuckled as he was scooped into a group hug and kissed passionately by Yuuri.
"I see I won't have to suffer alone…"
Victor chuckled and growled just a little bit in his throat. "Being part of a pack means never suffering alone."
"Especially with what we've been through the past few years—none of our pack will ever suffer alone again." Yuuri finished, pressing gentle kisses up Yuri's neck.
Post-Heat was Yuri's favorite part. Yuuri assured him that Heat would get better as they each learned what the other liked, but since it was his first, and he had nothing to compare it to, he stuck it in his mind that Post-Heat was the best.
Things moved slower between them. Learning what felt good and what didn't, watching Yuuri do things that made Victor crazy and really just enjoying each other.
Yuri had no idea sex could be like this. Enjoyable on more than just a physical level. They laughed, and poked fun at each other and spent the time smiling and giggling.
Victor had watched as Yuuri ate the younger Omega out and made the young boy cum so hard that his orgasm lasted a full 30 seconds.
Yuri was panting, lying on the bed face down in the sheets when it was over and Victor crawled over and grabbed Yuuri by the neck and slammed their lips together. Spending Yuri's Heat together was one thing, but it had been ages since he'd actually fucked the older man. And watching him pull their newest pack member apart with his tongue had only made the desire for him stronger.
Yuuri kissed him back with a fury; teeth crashing together, tongues battling for dominance and stolen breathes in between.
"Okiniiri, you're so amazing." Victor panted between kisses, and Yuuri responded by getting even more worked up. Lots of things had been said during the day; mean things, unforgivable things. But nothing would part him from his Omegas again. Nothing.
Yuri groaned as his breathing settled and he watched his older pack mates kiss desperately. Yuuri was scratching and pulling, wanting more and faster and harder. Victor was calmer, letting the Omega do as he pleased while he simply enjoyed being with him again.
"Please Vitya…." Yuuri's plea was soft and desperate, almost teary.
And Yuri watched as the Alpha maneuvered their bodies so that he was sitting with Yuuri on his lap, grinding away.
Victor gripped his neglected cock and stilled the Omega long enough to get his tip into the tight little hole. Yuuri was not in Heat, he wasn't in post-Heat either, but his arousal was such that he had produced enough slick to make it easier.
Victor's heart pounded as he slipped into his mate and he swore the world stopped when he'd pushed all the way in. Yuri was tighter and a bit more flexible than Yuuri was, but his Okiniiri was familiar and wonderful and so perfect.
Yuri watched as they panted and picked up speed, rocking together familiarly and groaning at the slightest change in position or pace. Yuuri threw his head back at a particularly rough thrust and suddenly the younger Omega couldn't find it in him to sit back and watch.
He crawled over, placed his hand on Victor's shoulder and pushed himself up to grab Yuuri's mouth in a kiss.
The older Omega gasped in surprise, but immediately melted into the sweet kiss. Yuuri's hands were busy, one gripping Victor's hair and the other around the Alpha's back, pulling and pushing in time with their thrusts, but Yuri was able to hold them together.
He snaked his way awkwardly between them, moving both hands to grip the older man's hair, tugging and scratching as Yuuri's orgasm grew closer and closer.
Victor groaned and mumbled obscenities as his pace moved faster and faster, fucking into his Omega while both the boys kissed brutally.
The quickened pace made Yuuri groan and he threw his head back again, breaking the kiss and gasping up at the ceiling.
"Yes! Shit shit shit!" He sang loudly.
Yuri watched for a moment before Victor whined and pulled his attention away. The Omega grinned at the Alpha and leaned down to kiss him gently.
"You're going to make him go insane." He said with a chuckle as he pecked gentle kisses down Victor's jaw and neck.
"You're going to make me go insane." Victor panted back.
Yuri nipped lightly at the skin of Victor's neck before moving back up and capturing his lips in a passion filled kiss. The moment their tongues touched, Yuuri let out a loud wail and shuddered violently. Yuri pulled away to watch and that very moment Victor threw his head back too and the young Omega watched as they both rode out their orgasms together.
In the moments where the two were breathing rapidly, pressing their bodies together and kissing gently, Yuri had the strangest feeling of watching from outside. Like he was there and watching up close, but also somewhere watching the three of them.
It looked good. It felt right. Watching Victor fuck Yuuri and staying out of it for the most part wasn't lonely—he didn't feel left out or sad or unwanted. He kind of liked that they were so mad about each other. He liked that he was part of a pack where the Alpha was nuts about both of them and they were nuts about him and each other.
It was nice.
Their night didn't end there. Honestly Yuri wasn't fully aware of when they fell asleep, but it was many orgasms and may fucks later. He and Yuuri tag teamed Victor, sucking him off, riding him, kissing and biting him. Victor and Yuuri tag teamed him, Victor eating him out while Yuuri jacked him slowly into oblivion. He and Victor tag teamed Yuuri, Victor fucking him slowly while Yuuri put his new sucking skills to use again.
It was all so amazing and easy. And when they awoke the next morning, Yuri could tell that he was good and truly out of Heat.
/
They spent another month at Yuuri's parent's house with Nikolai and the family. If anything, they were just staying to make sure Yuri recovered fully from his Heat, but it was more than that.
They had brought up their issues several times over that week. Much less painful and more productive this time, though.
At the end of it all, there wasn't much anyone could do to fix their past discretions, so they all had to settle on apologies and promises to do better in future. Victor would have to work on his communication. They all agreed that if he'd just been honest in the first place, and told Yuuri who Yurio was—that a lot of pain and heartache could have been avoided.
Yuuri would work on his temper. Though he wasn't much of an exploding bomb, he definitely took his revenge to places below the belt. They all agreed that his leaving and keeping Victor in the dark about Niki was nothing but vengeful and unnecessary, though Yuuri still maintained that he wasn't quite in his right mind, and they all agreed with that too.
Yuri—well Yuri had the least to work on. He had already learned to be more open about his feelings. The years at St. Petersburg had shown him countless people in pain all due to dishonesty, and he had already begun to work on that. They all agreed that if he'd been open with Victor, instead of cornering him with sex, he should have cornered him with honesty—if he'd done that, if he'd been more open with Yuuri then he probably would have never left and a lot of pain could have been spared.
In the end, it seemed they were all to blame in part, and they all had to work together to keep themselves from this sort of catastrophe in future.
"People think that marriage is going to be fun and dances in the rain and rainbows and sunshine. But it's work. You have to work to be in a happy pack, and that's what we're going to do. No secrets, no suffering alone."
Yuri and Yuuri both nodded at Victor's words. For the first time in his life, Yuri felt like things were going to work out for him. He had his pack, they were together and happy and they were going home.
/
As he packed his few things, folding his clothes and putting his toiletries into plastic bags, Yuri found an odd crumpled up piece of paper hidden in the bottom of his bag. He unrolled it, and smoothed it as best he could.
The writing was light and almost completely illegible, the paper had been folded and crumbled so many times that it felt like a soft paper towel more than a piece of notebook paper—but he knew what it was immediately once he opened it.
Writing letters to your family once you were taken to an Omega House was unheard of. Your life was too unpredictable too unstable. You could write to your parents telling them where you were and by the time the letter reached them, you were somewhere else. Most Alpha's didn't let an Omega keep in touch with their family—it was too disloyal. The Omega was part of the Alpha's family now—not the other way around.
If ever there came a time when the Alpha and a member of the Omega's family had issues, the Alpha needed to know where the Omega's loyalties were. It was a common practice, something not really worth mentioning because it was tradition and so ingrained into their society.
And yet…here they were. In Japan. With Yuuri's family.
"What's that?"
Yuri jumped and gasped loudly, almost ripping the paper in two.
"Oh—it's just—it's nothing." He folded it back up and shoved it into his pocket. He smiled at Victor who was looking suspiciously at him now.
"What did we just agree on, Yurio?" The Alpha said firmly.
This was different! This wasn't a lie or anything. It was just a private thing that he'd written that seemed to keep him somewhat sane while he was stuck in St. Petersburg. Keeping things private and being dishonest was not the same thing.
"It's honestly nothing, Victor. It's a letter I wrote a long time ago. I keep it with me sort of as a good luck charm. I thought I'd lost it." He said reaching into his pocket and touching the soft paper again. He smiled and shook his head. "For some reason it always made me feel better while I was in St. Petersburg."
Victor eyed him for a moment before sighing and nodding his head. "I guess as long as it's not upsetting you, you can keep it secret."
Yuri grinned. "It's not upsetting me. Your ridiculous hair is, though."
The Alpha had let his hair grow out a bit since he'd left Salsk and the silver strands were almost always hanging down in front of his eyes now. Yuri reached up and pushed the hair aside and kissed him softly.
Victor sighed into the kiss, leaning down and lifting the Omega so that he had a better reach.
"Come on you two, our plane leaves in 3 hours and I want to get going!" Yuuri interrupted loudly.
/
The flight was long and tiring and the idea of going back to their bed in Salsk had never seemed quite so wonderful before.
As they drove up the drive, the familiar trees, hills and even the bits of garden that he could see all sang to him. Yuri had to fight to keep from tearing up as he stepped out of the car and took in a deep breath. He was home.
His childhood home in Salsk, his pack home at the Omega House—all of it made him vibrate with joy.
He and Yuuri took Niki upstairs to settle him into one of the empty rooms that Zakhar had made into a make shift nursery.
The room was small, but had a large window looking out over the gardens. They had asked Zakhar to decorate it as he saw fit, and the old man had done so quite well. He'd gone with a sky blue and grey theme instead of animals or figures, and everything matched splendidly.
The crib was a three in one which would remain a crib until it needed to be a toddler bed, and then would change into a twin once the toddler bed was no longer needed. It was a light grey wood with blue and grey animals inside and a light blue and grey polka dot baby mattress.
Yuri sat the young child inside it, took off his shoes and his jacket and handed him a bottle while Yuuri fussed around, unpacking his things and finding places for everything to go. It wasn't long before the boy was asleep and Yuri had to practically pull Yuuri out of the room so that they could get something to eat.
"He'll be fine, you have the monitor and Zakhar said that his brother had moved in to help him when Otabek left, so they'll be able to keep an eye on him if we can't." Yuri said as he pulled his lover down the hall.
"But what if he needs me? He's never been here before; he doesn't know where he is!"
"He's in a place that smells of both of his parents and is quiet and comfy. I think he'll be okay. Come on, we've got to eat something."
He managed to get Yuuri downstairs and into the kitchen where Cookie made them all some sandwiches including a few that they were to take upstairs for Victor. The Alpha had been whisked away into seemingly endless business meetings discussing the running of both Houses and he'd not been heard from since they had arrived several hours prior.
"Don't worry, Cookie, we'll take them upstairs and force him to eat as soon as he arrives." Yuuri said with a smile while taking the plate of sandwiches and heading out of the kitchens.
"Well it's good to see you in a better mood." Yuri said with a grin.
Yuuri smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess eating really did make me feel better."
Yuri nodded and took a deep breath. "Not me, I think maybe I'm not used to Russian food anymore—I feel a bit bloated." He said as they came into the Hall and headed up the stairs.
"Well, maybe we should take a walk. Nike's nap will be over soon, we can take him for a stroll through the gardens."
The idea of strolling through the gardens made Yuri smile like an idiot. He'd never given much thought to what his future had in store for him while he was at St. Petersburg House, but now—his future was filled with strolls through gardens, business meetings with Victor and lazy afternoons filled with lemonade and plenty of reading time.
The thought was so wonderful, so amazing that it actually made his stomach burst with butterflies. He was so happy, and things were only going to be happier.
As they climbed the stairs he suddenly felt very dizzy. He reached his hand out and touched Yuuri's shoulder just before collapsing forward into the older Omega.