Viktor's foot tapped furiously at the ground as he watched the same luggage come back around the carousel for the third time. Of course his bags would be the last ones. And where was Makkachin!? Pets were always the first things off the plane. He swore if anything had happened to her he would sue the airline for everything they owned. Ah - there were his bags. With a huff he pulled all three suitcases off the carousel and packed them onto the cart. Seriously, where was Makkachin?

"Nikiforov-san."

Viktor turned around at his name, expecting paparazzi or fans, but instead it was a single man with dark hair and narrowed black eyes. He was much shorter than Viktor and wore a suit with a pair of leather gloves that were out of place in this heat. He was certainly Asian, but Viktor wondered if he was actually Japanese. There was just the slightest whiff of omega coming off of him, though it was clear it had been attempted to be masked by scent blockers. "Yes?"

"Come with me." It was not a request, but a demand.

A cold chill ran down Viktor's spine and his grip on the luggage cart tightened. Something wasn't right. While his skin was completely covered, Viktor's eyes started darting wildly across the man's form looking for some sort of confirmation that he was Yakuza. Yuuri had warned him not to go searching and yet he had and this was it - Viktor was going to die before ever seeing Yuuri again! "I-I'm sorry, do I know you?"

The man's eyes narrowed further. "Come, now."

Viktor swallowed and took a step back. He could feel his hands sweating. "Um, I'm sorry, I am still waiting for my dog and-,"

"We have the dog," the man said, an irritated pinch to his tone.

They have Makkachin!? Oh my god! They took my dog! "Please, don't hurt her!" Viktor pleaded, going into pure panic mode. "I'll do anything!"

The man huffed, bitterly. "Then follow me."

Sucking in a terrified breath Viktor followed after him, luggage in tow. His hand gripping the cart was shaking. I'm sorry Yuuri, I should have listened. They stepped out into the warm air of Tokyo and the man stopped at a black SUV to open the door.

"Get in," he instructed.

Willing his hand to let go of the cart Viktor took a step forward on shaking knees and looked into the car. His breath hitched and his heart dropped with relief when he saw Makkachin laying across the seats unharmed. About to leap forward in excitement he paused noticing the person whose lap Makkachin was half laying on. Viktor's heart thumped hard. "Yuuri!"

Yuuri smiled. "Viktor." Makkachin also woofed in greeting. "It's good to see you again."

Now, without hesitation, Viktor climbed into the back seat and gave Makkachin a squeeze. "Thank god! I thought I was about to be kidnapped and murdered!"

A disapproving sigh left Yuuri's lips and he shot a glare towards the front seat where the other man now sat. "I told you to be nice, Seung Gil."

"I was nice," Seung Gil huffed back in reply.

Yuuri rolled his eyes. "I apologize for his behavior, especially if he scared you. Seung Gil doesn't know how to smile."

"It's fine," Viktor waved it off, eyes unable to leave Yuuri's. This was real. He was here with him in person. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Yuuri responded, though with a quieter voice.

Viktor leaned in and kissed the omega, desperate to taste him again after so long. His lips were just as sweet as they were the first time. Viktor's mouth parted in invitation to deepen the kiss, but they were suddenly torn apart by Makkachin shoving her nose between them and wildly licking at both their faces.

"Makka!" Viktor scolded. "No one invited you to our kiss!"

Yuuri chuckled, stroking Makkachin's head and letting the poodle give him a few licks on the cheek. "Dogs are always invited to give kisses. Besides, you owe her for making her travel in a crate in the cold dark bay of the airplane."

"Well, this is true," Viktor agreed, giving Makkachin a scratch behind the ears. "Did you have much trouble finding somewhere to accommodate us?"

"Not at all," Yuuri answered. "There is a nice hotel not far from the venue in Makuhari that allows pets and has plenty of area to walk her. Technically, they only allow one pet, but I persuaded them to allow two."

Viktor was about to correct Yuuri that he only had Makkachin, but then he realized that Yuuri, too, had a dog. "You brought Vicchan!"

Yuuri smiled and nodded. "I thought it would be good Makkachin had a friend while we were away. He is breaking the bed in for us as we speak. He finds the pillows to his satisfaction."

Viktor's mating gland throbbed in response to that, already fantasizing about spending time with Yuuri in that bed. "I can't wait, then." Reaching across Makkachin he grabbed Yuuri's hand and entwined their fingers. Yuuri squeezed back.

Yuuri exchanged a few short conversations with Seung Gil in Japanese, but mostly spent the time as they drove talking about the area they would be staying in and interesting places they might try and go between shows and practices. As long as it was with Yuuri, Viktor would go anywhere and do anything.

It only took half an hour before Seung Gil pulled off the road and up towards a towering hotel building surrounded by greenery and sidewalks perfect for walking Makkachin. The sign read Hotel New Otani in gold cursive lettering. What Viktor could already see of the lobby through the glass doors was breathtaking. It was much nicer than anything the show would have put them up in. He'd definitely have to take photos and send to Chris to brag. Not that his accomodations had ever been poor during shows, mind you, it just wasn't this.

"We'll have an attendant bring up your bags," Yuuri said as they both got out of the car, Makkachin happy to be out and giving herself a shake. "Shall we go up and meet Vicchan, then?"

"Definitely," Viktor smiled and led Makkachin through the glass doors towards the elevator where Yuuri pressed the button. Once inside, the alpha noticed that Yuuri pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator doors opened at the top and Yuuri approached one of only four doors on the entire floor and flashed his key. Viktor couldn't help but gasp as they entered the room, huge glass doors by the bed with a gorgeous view of the water.

Makkachin quickly brought him back to reality when he tugged forcefully enough on the leash that Viktor had to let go. There was a high pitched yip and Viktor watched as Makkachin approached the bed where Vicchan was lowering his nose to introduce himself to the other poodle. Both tails were wagging furiously as they sniffed at each other in greeting. Vicchan let out another yip that Makkachin echoed and then the toy poodle was flying off the bed running around the room. Makkachin promptly followed.

"Makkachin, your leash!" Viktor shouted as he tried to catch the larger poodle, but she whipped by in a blur chasing after Vicchan until the smaller poodle jumped back up on the bed. Makkachin jumped up and landed with a much more ungraceful plop. Viktor finally managed to take off the leash, Makkachin happily licking Vicchan's face. "Well, I guess they like each other!"

Yuuri chuckled, giving Vicchan a pet. "I would say so."

Viktor finally took another moment to take in the large room and noticed a bouquet of blue roses on the desk with Viktor's name on them. Approaching the bouquet he leaned down to smell them. "You didn't have to spend so much on me."

"I wanted to," Yuuri responded. "It's...nice...to do things for other people. Don't you think?"

It was. He couldn't wait to give Yuuri the tie he had had made. It turned out more beautifully than he'd ever imagined, and he'd asked Andrei to make another one for himself. That way they could match. Stepping closer to the balcony he took in the beautiful view while his mind wandered with a million questions. Starting with the man who had scared him half to death. "Seung Gil...is he..Yakuza?"

"Yes," Yuuri said, joining Viktor and wrapping his arms around him from behind, pressing his cheek to his shoulder. "He was part of a large mafia group in Korea and was going to be a successor, but then he presented as an omega and instead was going to be sold off to help alliances. He managed to run away to Japan, and I found him and took him in. Just as I have taken in the other omegas in my clan."

"Is your entire clan omegas?" Viktor asked curiously. Japan wasn't exactly known for their progressiveness when it came to equal rights. Russia was only slightly better in some aspects.

"Almost," Yuuri answered. "There are friends and families that are alphas and betas, but we are primarily an omega clan. I know Seung Gil can come off cold, but he is my most trusted and loyal member. It's why I am entrusting him with your care while you are here. He'll take you to and from your practices and shows since you will not be able to ride with your fellow skaters. He'll be there when I cannot."

Viktor turned in Yuuri's arms. "Will you come to any of my shows?"

"I'll come to all of them," Yuuri responded.

A breath he didn't know he'd been holding left his lips. For a moment, he had been afraid he'd be having to spend them all with Seung Gil, which was a terrifying prospect. He wasn't sure he was looking forward to that at all, especially if the earlier occurrence had been him being 'nice'. "Good, because I will be debuting my short program!"

"Oh?" Yuuri asked with raised eyebrows. "I finally get to see one of the programs I inspired?"

Viktor hummed and bent down to kiss Yuuri again. "I'll never get tired of doing that. This time apart...it only intensified my feelings for you."

"Viktor," Yuuri started, a hand trailing down the alpha's chest and stopping at his belly. "It scares me how much I can say the same. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't," Viktor assured, but that seemed to have been the wrong answer as Yuuri turned away from him.

"I can't promise that I can always keep my work away from you. That I can keep myself -," Yuuri paused, hands clenched by his sides. "That I can keep you from seeing a side of me I don't want you to see."

It was Viktor's turn to wrap his arms around Yuuri kissing at the skin just above where his mating gland was hidden beneath his dress shirt. "I know you'll keep me safe, Yuuri, and one day, I will make you feel confident enough in yourself that you can show me all sides, because I want to love all of them."

Yuuri didn't respond, and Viktor didn't force a response from him. Instead, they stayed like that watching Vicchan and Makkachin play on the bed. It was the first glimpse into the domestic life Viktor longed for. They'd have at least five dogs playing on the bed, of course, in their amazing house in Japan with a view of a nice garden, or maybe water like this? Either would be fine.

"We should take them on a walk," Yuuri's voice finally broke their silence. "I think we could all use a stretch of our legs."

Walking their dogs together near the water? God, could it be anymore romantic and perfect and everything Viktor could possibly want? "That sounds perfect."

Yuuri tugged at his tie and removed his suit jacket, hanging it up in the closet and wrapping the tie around the hanger. Viktor couldn't wait to burn that one once he'd given him the new one. Yuuri looked more comfortable out of the hot jacket, but he kept the buttons on the sleeves and neck done up. He also slid on his glasses.

Viktor's phone went off with a chime and he opened a message from Chris.

Chris: are you here yet? I want to meet Yuuri!

Me: Yes, but I'm in a different hotel. Not tonight...I want it to be just us

Chris responded with a string of eggplant and sweatdrop emojis.

Me: I certainly hope so

Chris: I want to hear all about it tomorrow at rehearsals

"Ready?" Yuuri asked, Vicchan cradled in the crook of his arm.

Viktor smiled brightly. "Always."

They walked for an hour a long the bay, Viktor going on about Russia, his parents, Yuri, Yakov, anything that was a part of his life that you'd never find in his interviews or the tabloids. The things that were really him. Yuuri said that there was another side of him, but there was another side of Viktor, too. One that he only wanted his family and Yuuri to ever see.

"I can't wait to introduce you to my parents," Viktor said as they came to a stop by a break in the wall where they could perfectly see the ocean across the bay. "I will brag about my amazing Yakuza husband."

Yuuri huffed. "Maybe don't tell them that. At least not the first time."

"Hmm, I suppose. As what then? What do you tell people you do?" Viktor questioned.

"I'm a businessman," Yuuri offered up with a shrug. "It's not a lie. Running a Yakuza clan is very much like a business, and I do help my parents with their inn as well as have a hand in other operations."

Viktor hummed again, this time just taking in the sight of Yuuri as the sun started to set. The gel had started to lose its hold, wisps of black breaking free into his face. Yellow and orange started to reflect off the lenses of his glasses. It was so hard to believe that this man, this omega, was a killer. Maybe Viktor still didn't believe it and that's why he was still standing here hand-in-hand with a mafia leader walking their poodles.

"Ok, then. Introduce my husband the businessman," Viktor smiled.

"Husband," Yuuri whispered, like the word was foreign on his tongue. "Sounds nice…"

It did. Would they hyphenate their names? Or would Viktor be expected to take Yuuri's name? You know, since mafia lord and all that? Viktor and Makkachin Katsuki. He liked that. He'd write it in hearts in a notebook. "Well, should we head back? Makkachin didn't have breakfast this morning since we flew. She's probably hungry."

"I could use some dinner, too," Yuuri agreed. "I hear the hotel's restaurants are very nice, if you don't feel like going out?"

"A night in sounds great."

And it was, because everything with Yuuri was perfect. Yuuri asked about the show and the other skaters that would be there. Viktor only really knew Chris on a personal level, but he'd had some interactions with the Italian Crispino twins and the skater from Kazakhstan who'd come in third at World's next to him and Chris. Ota-something or other.

"Would you like dessert, Viktor?" Yuuri asked as their meal came to an end, empty plates taken off by the waiter.

Viktor couldn't help it, he loved food, and his eyes lit up. "Oh, yes! That is, if you'll share?"

The alpha didn't get the reaction he had been expecting. Yuuri seemed hesitant. "I probably shouldn't," he finally said. "My...peers would look down on an overweight leader. I'm already pushing it as it is."

It took a minute for Viktor to process what it was that Yuuri meant by that. "You...think you are fat?"

Yuuri shrugged, "I'm not exactly fit. Not like I was when I was a skater. I've always gained weight so easily and now that I am not an athlete I have to watch it even more."

"I think you're beautiful," Viktor countered. "You don't need to be at a skater's weight anymore. It's ok to indulge sometimes. Oh! I know! I can help you workout! Like, give you a kiss for every situp!"

Yuuri coughed into his hand, cheeks going red behind the fist. "S-sure...I'd like that."

"Good!" Viktor beamed. "But let's not worry about it tonight. Surely you can share a dessert with me? It doesn't count if you share. Please?"

Eventually, Yuuri caved with a small smile and waived the waiter down. "Ok, fine, but you're helping me work it off tonight."

"Tonight? Do they have a gym- oh," Viktor's own cheeks flushed hot, but then he found himself smirking. "Wow. Well, I can definitely help you with that, Yuuri."

Yuuri let his chin rest on the top of his hand. "Good. I have a very intense workout planned for us."

"Lots of cardio?" Viktor questioned, mimicking Yuuri's pose.

"Definitely," Yuuri confirmed. "It'll really test your endurance."

Viktor hummed thoughtfully, "I'm more of a sprint kind of guy. I'm old, Yuuri. I can't last as long these days."

That finally made Yuuri break character and he reached out to flick a piece of Viktor's hair away from his eyes. "You aren't old."

"I am," Viktor pouted, taking Yuuri's fingers and placing a kiss to them. He held onto them until the waiter came to set down the dessert between them.

Yuuri was the first to pick up a spoon and dive in. "Well, you know what they say - yoga is good for people of all ages. We could work on flexibility?" He placed the spoon in his mouth and Viktor was sure he almost choked on his own spit. The omega licked and sucked all while keeping his eyes directly on Viktor.

Screw the dessert. Yuuri was the real dessert and he wanted to eat the hell out him right now. "Yuuri. Leave the dessert."

"Nope. You ordered it, you help me eat this," Yuuri instructed. "Besides, anticipation is half the fun, right?"

Viktor did as he was told, taking his fair share of the dessert. It was delicious, but he could hardly enjoy it, mind far too occupied by the bedroom before they'd even gotten there. His mind was so far gone imagining all the flexible positions Yuuri could get into that he didn't realize he was sporting a tent in his pants until they both went to get up from the table. "Um…"

Yuuri rolled his eyes and stepped up to Viktor, reaching out a hand. "Alphas. And you are supposed to be the superior secondary. Come on." Helping Viktor to his feet he positioned himself in front and then draped himself all across Viktor as if he were drunk.

It did not help Viktor's erection. In fact, it definitely made it worse with how Yuuri was rubbing up against it. If there was a hell, this was it. A few people gave them glances as they made their way to the elevator, but it was more out of amusement than anything else. Whether it was over Yuuri's fake display or the fact they knew what was really going on, Viktor could only guess.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and they stepped in away from the world. Yuuri looked up at Viktor through dark lashes and thick blue frames, his hands ghosting just to the sides of Viktor's bulge and he found himself whimpering for a touch. Yuuri obliged, but only with a gentle kiss to his crotch as he fell to his knees. Viktor let out a shuddered breath and laid a hand on Yuuri's head.

Yuuri continued to tease, nose brushing up against his erection and hot puffs of air leaving his lips, but never giving Viktor what he really wanted. The elevator finally stopped on their floor and the doors opened, Yuuri slowly getting to his feet and walking backwards away from Viktor with a grin. The doors almost closed on Viktor in his trance before he was quickly following after the omega. Yuuri had already opened the door to their room by the time Viktor caught up. He expected to either pounce or be pounced the moment the door closed behind him, but Yuuri was walking away out of reach to the bathroom and Viktor couldn't help but pout.

"I'm putting away the dogs," Yuuri explained, ushering the poodles into the bathroom. "Or would you prefer interruptions?"

Oh. Valid. It had only taken one time for Viktor to kick Makkachin out of the room during sex, those dark eyes watching him over the mattress and then having the poodle jump on the bed the moment things really got going. Viktor never saw the Beta again after that. "Fair enough."

Yuuri shut the bathroom door and slowly started to cross the room while he unbuttoned his shirt. "Well? Are you going to just stand there and let me do all the work? I know I have more calories to lose, but you were going to help me, right?"

Viktor didn't even remember crossing the room to close the gap, he just knew he was kissing Yuuri so hard that the omega's back slammed against the large glass doors that overlooked the bay. His knee slotted between Yuuri's legs and he had him lifted off the ground as his tongue forced his way past those plush pink lips. Yuuri continued to maneuver his way out of his shirt while they kissed, tongues shoved down each other's throats tasting every bit that they could. Once his shirt had been discarded on the floor, the omega clawed at Viktor's own Henley. They parted just long enough to pull the fabric over Viktor's head, tossing it aside to join the other shirt.

Sucking hard on the skin on Yuuri's neck Viktor ground their hips together, the omega gasping beneath his touch. Viktor could smell the sugary and floral scent of slick in the air and he ran a hand between Yuuri's legs, the fabric of his dress pants already damp with it. Giving Yuuri's mating gland a nibble of promise Viktor reached for his buckle and pulled the belt clear from his pants making fast work of the zipper and then shoving the fabric down to Yuuri's ankles.

Yuuri barely managed to muffle his scream as he tilted his neck, submitting himself to the alpha on top of him. Small whimpers left his lips as he helped get his pants all the way down, cock happy to finally be free. The second he kicked the pants successfully off to the side he found himself being spun and slammed right up against the window. Yuuri gasped loudly, hands barely able to stop himself from being squished against the glass face first. Viktor couldn't help but let out a possessive growl and Yuuri shuddered in response, the dragon on his back moving with the quiver.

Trailing kisses down Yuuri's back Viktor slowly sunk to his knees until he was eye-level with his favorite part of Katsuki Yuuri. Grabbing hold of the perfectly round cheeks Viktor spread them wide and almost choked at the growl that ripped through his throat at the sight of Yuuri's glistening hole. It was soaked with slick and twitching in anticipation. Licking his lips he sucked in a breath and dove in with a flat tongue.

Yuuri howled and Viktor felt the vibration of the door as the omega slapped a hand against it. It was indescribable - the taste of Yuuri on his tongue. It was Heaven and Earth. An elixir of life. There was too much for him to sup, slick coming out like a waterfall and dripping down his chin to Yuuri's thighs. Viktor was so hard in his jeans he was about to burst at the seams.

Unable to take it any longer, Viktor let go of Yuuri's ass to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, reaching in and pulling out his hard cock. It was hot and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself, tongue swirling around Yuuri's entrance before breaching the tight muscle for the first time. Yuuri wailed louder and Viktor's tongue worked harder.

"God, V-Viktor," Yuuri breathed, hand reaching around to grab at Viktor's hair, fingers pulling in encouragement.

Viktor could do this for days. Years. Eternity. It would be easy to ignore the ache in his jaw when Yuuri tasted this good. Bringing a thumb next to his tongue he pressed in and Yuuri jerked beneath him with another gasp. Eagerly, Viktor's tongue and thumb worked together to stretch the muscle, the ring loosening up around them. The alpha found himself adding his other thumb soon after working his hole further apart so his tongue could dive deeper. Viktor wanted to taste it all.

"Viktor-"

Viktor kept licking, sucking, drinking in everything like his very life depended on it.

"Viktor!" Yuuri finally pulled Viktor off, one hand bracing himself against the door as his body shook while the other firmly gripped the alpha's hair. "I need you to fuck me. Now."

Oh, Viktor breathed, wiping at the slick and spit on his chin. Right. Getting to his feet Viktor pulled at his jeans and thong, tossing them to the side with a single foot. His fingers slid between the crack in Yuuri's ass and three digits easily breached him. Yuuri pressed back with a moan, forehead resting against the glass. At some point the omega had managed to lose his glasses. Where, Viktor had no idea.

"Condom?" Viktor asked as his fingers scissored against the velvet walls.

"I hacked your medical records," Yuuri breathed. "You're clean, I'm clean, and I'm on birth control. I want to feel you inside me Viktor. All of you."

"Fuck," Viktor hissed against Yuuri's neck as he slotted in behind him. Guiding his cock between Yuuri's cheeks he coated it in slick and nudged at the entrance playfully. Yuuri lifted a leg in encouragement and Viktor grabbed at his thick thigh before thrusting in hard.

They both gasped, Viktor stilling as he bottomed out inside Yuuri. They stared at each other through the reflection, all the color in their eyes gone and replaced by black. All the world below could see them. Viktor wanted them to. He wanted them to see that Yuuri was his and he was Yuuri's. Covering Yuuri's hand with his own against the glass, Viktor pulled back and thrust forward again.

Viktor felt like he was in a dream. The drag of his cock inside Yuuri felt so good it seemed too impossible to be real. Finding a steady rhythm Viktor bit at the skin on Yuuri's neck, biting and sucking bruises into the skin to leave his mark. Yuuri left his own marks, free hand reaching around to claw at Viktor's ass, encouraging him to go harder and deeper. Viktor complied as much as he could, Yuuri finding himself on his toes as the alpha lifted him up to deepen his thrusts.

Just as Viktor found his new rhythm, eyes closing as he let out grunts and moans, he was suddenly slipping out of Yuuri and being shoved away. Stumbling back, Viktor stared at Yuuri with wide eyes and confusion. Had he made the omega mad? Not been satisfactory? Yuuri stared at him with predatory eyes. He was hungry. Yuuri wasn't mad, he just needed more. The omega was quick, shoving Viktor back onto the bed and climbing onto him. His hands pinned Viktor's wrists above his head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Viktor couldn't breath as Yuuri found his cock and sunk down onto it.

Yuuri truly was going to be the death of him.

Viktor's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Yuuri rocked his hips and then started to bounce in his lap, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Stereotypes be damned, Viktor wanted Yuuri on top of him like this for eternity. Yuuri looked ethereal like this, head tilted back and lips parted while his hips rocked and sweat made his tattoos glisten. Is this what Lucifer looked like? The beauty of an angel and the devil? It was the only explanation.

"Vi-Viktor," Yuuri breathed, finally releasing Viktor's hands to plant his own against the alpha's chest, nails scraping against his nipples and making him gasp. "I'm close."

Those words lit a flame inside Viktor and his hands moved to Yuuri's waist, grabbing hold while he shifted his legs beneath him to plant his feet on the mattress. He started to thrust up while Yuuri rocked down and the omega let out a sharp gasp as he let his head fall back and let Viktor take control. Reaching out for Yuuri's cock Viktor stroked it with his thrusts. Yuuri's breath started to hitch and he moved a hand to Viktor's knee ready to brace himself for his incoming orgasm. Viktor felt it before he saw it, Yuuri clenching down on him impossibly hard while the omega shot white across the alpha's hand and chest.

Viktor slowed his thrusts, but didn't stop completely, mesmerized by the way Yuuri's body quivered with his climax. When Yuuri stopped rocking against him completely Viktor rolled them over and pinned the omega down with a deep kiss. Yuuri hugged Viktor with his legs and kissed back furiously.

Heat was building inside Viktor's stomach and he realized just how crazy Yuuri made him when he suddenly asked, "Can I knot you, Yuuri? Please. I'm so close. I need to knot you."

Yuuri didn't answer right away and Viktor just knew he had ruined everything. Knotting was personal. It was...intimate. More than regular sex ever could be. Viktor had only let himself knot one omega ever before and he had ended up with a broken heart. His thrusts slowed to a stop and Viktor opened his mouth to apologize when Yuuri took his face in his hands.

Yuuri stared at him with such intense eyes that Viktor felt that he had touched his soul. This was where he offered it up for sale, just as the man had in his short program piece. Leaning up so that his lips were right next to Viktor's ear, Yuuri commanded, "Knot me, alpha."

Viktor snapped without even realizing it, a growl forming in his throat as he grabbed at Yuuri's hair and started to thrust hard and fast into the omega. Yuuri's legs tightened around him and he began whispering words of encouragement. Knot me. Fill me. Pump me full. Make me yours. Viktor lost himself, no longer Viktor but only alpha, slamming his hips against Yuuri's with such force that it slid him up the bed.

His thrusts started to shallow out and he realized his knot was swelling. It was starting to catch making it harder to pull out of Yuuri just as it was designed to do. Eventually he gave in, and simply reduced himself to rutting against Yuuri while grunting into the omega's neck. When he finally popped Viktor couldn't help but bite into the flesh of Yuuri's shoulder, his body shivering as he felt himself unload within the tight velvet walls. His vision went white even though his eyes were closed. Weak growls, no whimpers, formed in his throat as he just kept coming like never before.

A hand to the back of his head broke the alpha's old and Viktor let go of where he'd bitten Yuuri's shoulder. When his vision focused on the real world again he realized Yuuri's face was scrunched up in pain. "Fuck, Yuuri, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-,"

Yuuri hushed him with a more forceful grip on the alpha's hair. "Don't move. Please."

Viktor did as he was told and a rush of guilt washed over him. It wasn't the bite that had hurt him, but the knot. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I don't know what came over me."

After a few slow breaths Yuuri's face relaxed and so did his hold on Viktor, legs sliding down and opening wide around them and hands trailing down the alpha's arms. "It didn't quite feel like this the last time when I was in heat. It was my fault, too. I encouraged you. I'm ok, now."

"Sorry," Viktor murmured again, giving Yuuri a kiss. "I guess that's why most couples only knot during heats. Can we roll onto our sides? It'll be more comfortable." Yuuri nodded and Viktor carefully shifted them onto their sides. Not carefully enough, it seemed, as his knot caught in Yuuri and he was suddenly spilling another load inside of him with a curse. Yuuri had gasped, too. "Shit, Yuuri, are you ok?"

"Ah ha," Yuuri let out an amused breath, looking down at where he'd cum again in surprise, "Yeah, that one, um, that felt good."

With a breath of relief Viktor let himself relax, taking in the entirety of their love making. He'd never cum like that in his life. "Wow."

Yuuri hummed in agreement, swinging a leg over Viktor's to get more comfortable in their locked position and shifted closer to the alpha. "Yeah. Wow."

Placing a lazy kiss to Yuuri's lips Viktor settled into the mattress. "You never cease to amaze me. Is there anything about you that isn't incredible?"

As usual when given such compliments, Yuuri looked away from Viktor with a sad smile. "Many things. Most things."

"I don't believe you," Viktor said, reaching up and brushing away Yuuri's sweaty hair. They stayed like that for a moment, a calm silence, until a question formed in Viktor's mind. He might as well ask what he could when there was no way for Yuuri to run and avoid him. "Yuuri...how does an omega in Japan somehow rise in the ranks to become a Yakuza leader? Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I believe there are equality issues here, no?"

"No, you are right," Yuuri confirmed, a hand reaching out to touch Viktor's chest. "There are a lot of equality issues. Ones that I'm...trying to fight. An omega would never be allowed to become Oyabun, no matter what they might do to deserve it within a clan."

"Then...how?" Viktor questioned, voice soft.

Yuuri shifted and looked at him. "I created my own clan, one that was focused on saving omegas and giving them new purpose."

Viktor found himself sucking in a breath in awe. Yuuri had created his own clan in a world dominated by alphas - violent alphas who did illegal things. Not only that, but he'd been successful as far as Viktor could tell. How? "How did you manage to succeed? Don't the other clans try and take you down?"

"Many of them do," Yuuri agreed, "But I have gained the respect of many clans because of my recruitment success and have even inspired others. It's funny, isn't it? How easily it is to gain followers when you simply offer to treat them as something equal."

"And you said you weren't incredible," Viktor huffed with a soft smile. "That sounds incredible to me. You're helping people."

Yuuri shrugged. "Well, it's not exactly helping in the conventional sense. It...well, I am Yakuza, afterall."

"I suppose," Viktor mused. "I'd like to hear about it more sometime. About how you save them."

"Another time," Yuuri said, shifting again. "Your knot is deflating and the dogs are getting restless."

They were. He could hear Makkachin scratching and whining behind the door. Reaching down between them he grabbed at the base of his cock and carefully pulled out. It was like releasing a dam with how much cum and slick poured out. There went another set of sheets. "I'll grab a washcloth," he said, giving Yuuri a kiss as the omega rolled onto his back.

Crawling off the bed Viktor made his way to the bathroom, the dogs happy to be let loose from their temporary prison. Turning on the warm water he soaked a cloth and cleaned himself up before rinsing it to take to Yuuri on the bed. The poodles had the smarts to stay off the bed, happy enough to curl up together on their own bed by the glass doors. There were handprints and streaks all over the glass.

When Viktor got to the bed he was greeted by a sight that made his cock twitch with new life. Yuuri's knees had fallen out to the side giving Viktor the perfect view of his red hole dripping with cum. God, he wanted it, but he knew if he had it he'd only want more and he did have to wake up in the morning for rehearsals. Unfortunately.

After wiping away the sweat and cum Viktor returned to the bathroom to toss the cloth and remembered his present he still had yet to give Yuuri. Rummaging through his luggage he pulled out the perfectly wrapped box and brought it over to the bed. "I got this for you."

Curious, Yuuri rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow so that he could unwrap the gift. Lifting the top of the box Yuuri exposed the metallic blue and silver fabric of the tie and matching pocket square.

"Your tie is atrocious, really," Viktor explained. "No mafia husband of mine should ever look like that. This will help you get the respect of the other alphas easily."

Yuuri huffed in amusement as he picked up the tie and looked it over. "It's beautiful, Viktor. It reminds me of a costume you've worn."

"I'd hope so. That's what I used as inspiration," Viktor beamed. "So you could carry me, always."

"No one has gotten me a gift before," Yuuri said, fingers running over the silk fabric and eyes getting glossy. "Other than my parents and sister. Thank you. I love it."

Viktor's heart swelled. "I will buy you a million gifts, Yuuri, if it makes you smile like that."

"A million ties?" Yuuri chuckled, placing the tie back in the box and setting it aside.

"Well, it never hurts to have more than one," Viktor teased.

Yuuri hummed and gave Viktor a chaste kiss. "The dogs still need to go out before we settle in for the night."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take them," Viktor quickly offered.

"Ah, thank you. I'm not sure if I could walk right now," Yuuri said with a blush. "Good work out, huh?"

Viktor smirked. Good. That had been his intention. Though, he hoped Yuuri didn't hurt too bad. Pleasant aches only. He really shouldn't have knotted him, but he couldn't help it in the moment. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and took the two poodles on a quick walk. Thankfully, they both did their business quickly and he could return to Yuuri for the night.

Both poodles jumped on the bed the moment they returned, and it looked like the sheets had been changed. "Room services already?"

Yuuri shook his head. "I had extra pairs of sheets put in the room ahead of time."

"My Yuuri is so smart," Viktor beamed, kissing Yuuri the moment he was under the sheets with him.

It didn't take long for either of them to fall asleep, both men worn from sex in a pleasant manner. Viktor thought he heard the faintest purr coming from the omega in his arms, but it was so soft he figured he was imagining things. It was probably just the dogs, though Makkachin tended to snore quite loudly more than anything.

When his alarm so rudely went off the next morning Viktor found that Yuuri was already wide awake and dressed for the day - his new tie included. A tray of breakfast had been brought up and was set on the table, some food already eaten by Yuuri. Viktor groaned as he rolled over and sat up in bed.

"I agree," Yuuri smiled, buttoning up his sleeves. "I never was a morning person. I'd stay up all night and sleep until noon. Unfortunately, I rarely get to do that anymore."

"I normally like mornings, but not when I could be spending them with you," Viktor pouted.

Smiling, Yuuri walked over and bent down to give Viktor a kiss. The alpha noticed the small limp that Yuuri was desperately trying to hide and his ego swelled like a balloon at that. "Seung Gil will take you to and from your rehearsals. I will be back for dinner. The dogs have already been walked and taken to the hotel's Pet Spa."

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement. "You really have business here?"

"We are only thirty minutes from Tokyo," Yuuri pointed out. "Of course I have business here. I have business everywhere."

Right...Omegas were everywhere, after all. "Well, ok. Have a good day, then."

Seung Gil was already waiting outside the door after Viktor finally ate and dressed. The omega didn't say a word, only walked off expecting Viktor to follow - which he did. The same black SUV that had picked him up from the airport stood outfront and Viktor got in. He wondered briefly why Seung Gil wasn't with Yuuri instead of being Viktor's chauffeur. Seung Gil kept staring at him through the rear-view mirror giving him looks that made Viktor sweat. It was like he knew he'd eaten his boss's ass out, fucked him, knotted him, and then contemplated eating his ass out again. Viktor also got the sense that Seung Gil didn't like him for it. At all.

Viktor tried to be polite and thank Seung Gil when he was dropped off at the rink, but he was greeted with nothing more than a slam of the door. He'd have to ask Yuuri why his bodyguard hated him so much. They'd barely said a word to each other. What could he have done? Well, other than fucking Yuuri? Did Seung Gil like Yuuri? Maybe that was it. A jealous unrequited lover.

"There you are!" Chris was on his arm the moment he entered the locker rooms, and he was pulling him away to the most secluded corner, ignoring the other skaters that were trying to get attention from Viktor.

"Nice to see you again, too," Viktor smiled, letting himself be drug along.

"Well?" Chris asked, voice low even though they spoke in French, unsure of who else might speak it around them. He started to pull out his skates while they talked. "How was it?"

Letting out a blissful sigh Viktor let himself recall a few of the memories from the previous night. "Amazing. Incredible. Breathtaking. I could spend weeks doing nothing but eating his ass, Chris, it's just that good."

Chris hummed excitedly with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Lucky dog! I love Markus, but I do miss the days of a little Omega-Omega scuffle where I got to go to town between nice plump cheeks. I mean, it's not like Markus doesn't let me, but it's certainly not the same with an alpha."

"Don't they make some sort of lube or something that is supposed to be like an omega's slick?" Viktor asked, switching out the soakers for his skate guards on the blades.

The omega tsked disapprovingly. "Definitely nothing like the real thing, just glorified lube. Do you really think some store bought slick could be anything like what Yuuri was for you last night?"

No. Definitely not. The taste of Yuuri had been Heaven itself. "Fair enough."

Chris picked up his water bottle and started to unscrew the top, "I hope you made it difficult for him to walk today."

Viktor gave his brightest smile, heart-shape and all. "He let me knot him."

The water Chris had just sipped spewed out everywhere. "He what?! Outside of a heat? And what, only your second time?!"

"Yes!" Viktor confirmed excitedly, pulling on black tight socks. "God, it had been so long I almost forgot what it felt like, but it was amazing. He is amazing."

"Viktor Nikiforov, I have been jealous of you many times in my life, but this beats them all by far," Chris huffed, crossing his arms with a pout.

"Mon ami, you make that sound like Markus never takes care of you," Viktor pointed out. "Should I be worried? Do I need to give him a call?"

Chris punched his shoulder playfully. "Markus takes care of me just fine, but that doesn't mean I can't still be jealous! It took two heats before he'd knot me! You really do get everything."

"Not true," Viktor groaned, finally shoving a foot into one of the boots. "I want his mating gland, but he keeps denying me that."

"As he should, you lovesick fool," Chris huffed, digging out his own skates from his bag and pulling up his pants up to his knees . "Live in the moment, Viktor. A bond mark is fun, but it's also scary and pretty permanent. You both feel everything and it connects you in a way you can never come back from. It's something you have to be absolutely sure about. Markus and I waited two years, and I don't regret getting to know each other without the bond. Maybe you should try getting into his nest first? Baby steps."

Of course, Viktor knew that Chris was right deep down. Bond marks were far more permanent than a marriage certificate and breaking one was excruciating. It was worse than trying to detox from an addictive drug. A good number of couples married but never fully bonded because of this. Nesting was considered by most the next step. That was the 'home run', if an omega let you in. Yuuri didn't seem like the type to nest, but he'd done nothing but surprise Viktor with every move. "You're right...It's just, Chris, the feeling is indescribable. I know that he's my mate. My True Mate."

Lacing up a boot Chris rolled his eyes. "That's big talk even for you. Less than a quarter of the population ever finds their True Mate and yet you think you've found yours?"

"Yes," Viktor said definitively, lacing up his right boot. "You don't think Markus is yours?"

"No," Chris confessed, pulling his pants back down over his laced-up skates, "But I love him no less for it. He is the one I want to spend my life with."

Viktor couldn't imagine not wanting to be with your True Mate, but maybe that was only because he had tasted it. If Yuuri ended up turning him away, if he ended up not fulfilling his end of the bargain by winning gold, Viktor thought he might literally die. His life depended on winning Yuuri's hand.

Rehearsals were long and annoying. Viktor hated ice shows. Usually, there were two - maybe three - days to learn the entire show's routines that Viktor found lackluster and boring. Typical show fair that was uninteresting to him and utterly unchallenging. The only exciting part about it was getting to debut his short program. But, ice shows were a necessity. They were the best way for skaters to earn their money. Not that Viktor needed it, really, but it had been an excuse to see Chris and Yuuri.

By the end of the day Viktor was tired and wanted to do nothing but order room service and cuddle with Yuuri, but Chris had not relented on his promised dinner. It had taken some convincing for Yuuri. Getting involved with the skating community personally after whatever accident made him hesitant. Viktor worried it might be triggering for him in some way, but eventually Yuuri agreed as long as no mention of his real work was made. No matter how good of a friend, Chris was not to know. Viktor agreed, but had also sent a message to Chris not to bring up Yuuri's accident in any way.

They met at one of the hotel's other restaurants, a sushi-bar called Senbazuru that had a beautiful view out over the gardens. Unfortunately, this time, Seung Gil joined them. Even though he remained entirely silent, Viktor felt the man's eyes constantly on him and it sent shivers down his spine. He tried to focus on the fact that Yuuri was wearing the tie he'd gotten him. It looked just as perfect as Viktor had hoped.

"Look at you," Chris mused excitedly as he took a seat opposite the couple and next to a disinterested Seung Gil. "Not the kids we were in Junior's anymore, are we? Imagine my surprise when Viktor sent me a text one day asking me to tell him everything I knew about you."

Yuuri smiled politely. "It's nice to see you doing so well. One of the best skaters, almost always on the podium. And mated now, I see?"

"Yes!" Chris beamed. "We're very happy. Hoping to have a small wedding in the offseason next year. You're invited, of course, though I'm sure Viktor would bring you as his plus one regardless."

"I would," Viktor agreed.

"You seem to be doing wonderfully, yourself," Chris continued. "A very successful businessman. Viktor didn't say, but what is it exactly you do?"

Viktor felt himself freeze up at the question, skin going cold and a sweatdrop forming on his forehead. Nervously, he looked up at Yuuri, who still held the soft smile and a calm composure. Neither Yuuri or Seung Gil had seemed bothered by the question at all.

"I'm involved with my parents' business: an inn and onsen in my hometown south of Fukuoka," Yuuri started, hands neatly folded in his lap. "In addition, I have stakes in other such inns and onsens across Japan. It keeps me very busy, but I try very hard to still keep involved in the skating community in ways that I can."

"Impressive!" Chris whistled, completely buying into Yuuri's story. "And by involved you mean with a certain silver-haired alpha, hmm?" He winked at Viktor.

Viktor kicked him under the chair, but was halted from making any additional comments as their food was brought to them. Chris seemed to have at least gotten the picture and didn't go back to that conversation.

"Do you plan to keep skating for a while?" Yuuri asked, politely changing the subject.

Viktor was surprised that Yuuri was willing to talk about it so much, but he didn't jump to change the course seeing how calm the omega seemed about it.

"I'm playing it ear, truthfully," Chris responded. "I'd like to think for a few more years, but how I fare at the Olympics will likely be a deciding factor. It's getting harder keeping up with a lot of the younger skaters, let alone Viktor."

Wasn't that the truth? "Yura was doing quad tanos at the rink the other day," Viktor mentioned. "It definitely makes me feel old."

"Ah, well, history has shown that such ambitious athletes do not have longevity," Yuuri pointed out. "I think quads should be forbidden in Junior's, personally."

"I agree!" Viktor exclaimed, excited to find someone else who held that opinion. It was rare in the skating community, especially in the Russian skating community. He had given Yuri the challenge to win Junior's without quads, and he had done it. It was possible to win without them. Or at least...it had been for so many years.

Chris nodded. "As do I. Quads weren't even on my mind then. I was just trying to land my triples without falling on my ass. I really struggled with my double axel, even."

Yuuri hummed in thought, his face falling into one of disappointment. "I hope that this is not what skating turns into. The artistry is always what drew me to it, not the jumps. Now it doesn't matter if you are expressionless and look like a robot on the ice at all as long as you can jump."

"Ice skating is so much more than a sport, it's an art, and-,"

Seung Gil, who had spent the entire hour or better in complete silence, suddenly interrupted Viktor to say something in Japanese to Yuuri. If it was even possible, his face fell into a deeper frown and he drew Yuuri's attention to a pair of men who had just entered the restaurant, one who was looking their way.

Yuuri dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and set it down, their skating conversation forgotten. "Excuse me, a friend of mine just showed up and I would like to say hello. I'll just be a moment."

"Sure," Viktor muttered, though he had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. They didn't look like friends.

Seung Gil stood after Yuuri had walked off and glared at Viktor. "Stay."

"And here I thought he didn't speak English," Chris mumbled as he watched both omegas leave the table. "He's a strange one. Not the type of person I'd picture Yuuri being friends with, but things have changed."

"Less friends, more like an assistant," Viktor tried to explain. Seung Gil would likely murder him if he had heard him use that term, but it was the closest he could think of without saying bodyguard and hinting at other things. All the more reason for him to be worried about whatever was going on. Why would he go with Yuuri if it really was friends?

"Ah, that makes more sense," Chris nodded, using his chopsticks to take another bite of his sushi. "Well, you're right about Yuuri. He definitely has changed. I mean, for one, he is actually sociable, but on the other, he's so...proper?"

"How so?" Viktor asked, eyes still on where Yuuri and some much older man were conversing.

"We converse, but it isn't very conversational, if you catch my drift?" Chris threw out. "He's so businesslike. But, we were just a couple of young boys back then. If he is a businessmen, then why shouldn't he act businesslike? It doesn't seem like discussing skating bothers him, though which is good?"

Viktor hummed, a pang of fear and slight panic when Yuuri moved out of his sight. "Yes, but we aren't talking about his skating. I think there's a difference. He does sponsor many rinks and skaters. It's not like he can't talk about it ever."

"Ah, true, you mentioned."

Even eating slowly, Viktor managed to finish his meal and neither Yuuri or Seung Gil had returned. "I'm getting worried. How long has it been?"

"Twenty minutes," Chris said, "but if it was really a friend Yuuri has likely got caught up. Why are you worried? omegas aren't helpless, you know. I'm sure he's fine. Or are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," Viktor assured. He was scared. What if those men had been Yakuza? Enemy Yakuza? Could Seung Gil keep him safe?

"I think you're jealous," Chris teased, going back to finishing up the last few bites of his own meal.

Five minutes later, Seung Gil came briskly walking back to their table. Yuuri wasn't with him. "Aniki had to return to his room. He is not feeling well. He sends his apologies."

"Aniki?" Viktor questioned, heart slowing in anticipation.

"Katsuki-san," Seung Gil clarified exasperated.

His heart stopped and he felt his face go white.

"I guess your concerns were valid then," Chris pointed out, though he hardly seemed bothered like Viktor was. "I hope it isn't the food. We really can't afford to get sick right now."

"Not food," was all Seung Gil said.

Chris raised an eyebrow but didn't pry further. "Well, you better go take care of your omega. Give Yuuri my regards? Hopefully we can meet up again."

Seung Gil signed the check to their room and Viktor walked Chris to the exit where he called for a cab. The second Chris was out of ear shot he was throwing a million questions Seung Gil's way. "Is Yuuri really alright? What happened? Were those Yakuza?"

The omega's eyes went even darker than they already were. "You ask too many questions. It'll get you killed."

Viktor's hands balled into fists, trying to keep himself from losing it on the other man. "Is Yuuri really alright?"

"Yes," Seung Gil answered, "Though you should stay away tonight. I can get you a different room."

What?! "What do you mean stay away? I am not going to another room!" To make his point very clear, Viktor started to storm off towards the elevators.

He was stopped just short by Seung Gil's grip on his arm. "Aniki is not himself. Please, stay away."

Not himself? Viktor didn't immediately pull away. Seung Gil's stoic face had broken, and there was a genuine concern behind it. Viktor's fear grew even worse. "If something is wrong then I have to see him."

Seung Gil didn't hold him back this time, but he joined the alpha on the elevator. "If something happens, scream."

Viktor didn't even notice the elevator doors had opened, too shocked by his statement. If something happens, scream. What the hell did Seung Gil expect to happen? Managing to step off before the doors closed he headed straight for the door, fingers fumbling to get the key from his pocket in nervous anticipation. Makkachin was there at the door immediately, tail low and ears drooping with an upset whine.

"Yuuri?!" Viktor called, not seeing Yuuri anywhere in the room. Vicchan came running from the bathroom and yipped. A call for help. Immediately, Viktor dashed towards the bathroom, coming to a halt when he saw Yuuri's back to him at the sink. His suit jacket was thrown on the floor to the side and his glasses were folded on the countertop. Viktor's heart skipped.

"Yuuri?" Viktor asked, carefully approaching Yuuri from the side to not startle him. His eyes looked down to where Yuuri was tightly gripping at the edge of the sink. His knuckles were bright red and the edges of his dress shirt matched. God, what had happened? Cautiously, Viktor reached out and took a hand in his.

Yuuri's head snapped up suddenly and he was facing Viktor with eyes as red as his knuckles. The omega's body was tense and ready for a fight, hand gripping Viktor's painfully. Viktor's heart stopped in his throat and his pulse went wild beneath his skin as he jumped back in surprise. Yuuri was ready to attack. Aniki is not himself.

Taking a chance, Viktor grabbed Yuuri's other hand and brought both sets of his knuckles to his lips to kiss them. He willed the tremble in his own hands to stop. The blood had been washed away from Yuuri's knuckles, but the remains of what had happened were carved into his flesh. "Yuuri...I'm here."

Warmth slowly started to return to Yuuri's eyes and his body relaxed, his own hands trembling in Viktor's. His breath hitched with a swallowed sob. "Viktor…?"

Viktor nodded and kissed his knuckles again. He dared to let out a breath. "I'm here." They stood like that, Yuuri closing his eyes and working to control his breathing. Viktor swallowed and licked his lips. "Did you...did you kill him?" His heart waited to beat until he received his answer.

Vigorously, Yuuri shook his head, and Viktor closed his own eyes with relief. Yuuri was fine. He seemed himself. "What happened, Yuuri? Who were those men?" What did Seung Gil mean?

Taking a second to suck in a deep breath Yuuri blinked open his eyes and shook his head again. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Viktor, you shouldn't have seen any of this."

"Well, to be fair, I didn't see anything," Viktor pointed out, "Just you, here like this. Are you hurt? Other than your hands?" Where had this all even happened? They were at a restaurant at a hotel. How could something that had left Yuuri bloody happen in public? And why? What had upset Yuuri this badly?

"No, I'm fine," Yuuri insisted, finally pulling hands free from Viktor's and turning his back. "This is exactly why we can't work, Viktor. I become something else, a monster, and I could hurt you."

Is that what Seung Gil had meant? That Yuuri had become a monster? Viktor didn't see a monster in front of him. He just saw Yuuri. Scared. "I don't care, Yuuri. I don't care. I just have to be with you."

Yuuri spun around, frustrated. "Why aren't you afraid?"

The question caught Viktor off guard, his lips parting with an unsure breath. Why wasn't he afraid? More than ever before, Viktor's alpha felt content - no, happy. The rest of the world didn't exist when he was with Yuuri. No skating, no Yakuza, nothing. It was just them, so there was nothing to be afraid of. The only thing Viktor feared was Yuuri's safety. "I don't know, Yuuri. I know that I should be, but I'm not. All I know is I'm obsessed with you and I feel like I would die without you. Call me a lovesick fool, but I know we are True Mates, Yuuri. Don't you feel it, too?"

"Yes," Yuuri breathed, eyes glossing over with unshed tears. "And that terrifies me. I couldn't stop thinking about you after the banquet, either. But, Viktor, I can't guarantee that I can keep you safe. I don't think I could stand it if you got hurt because of me."

"You'll keep me safe. I know you will," Viktor countered.

Yuuri smiled sadly, crossing his arms across his chest and giving himself a squeeze. "I don't know if I can keep you safe from myself, Viktor."

Viktor didn't know Yuuri's story. He didn't know why the omega was so insistent that he was a monster and someone to be afraid of. But what he did know is that he wouldn't care whatever the answers would be when they came. Stepping forward, Viktor put a hand to Yuuri's cheek and pulled their foreheads together. "Every Beast needs a Beauty, Yuuri. Let me be yours."

Yuuri let out a mix of a snort and sob and leaned into Viktor's touch. "That was terrible."

"It made you smile," Viktor winked. Pulling Yuuri fully into his arms he breathed in the omega's scent. It smelled like home. "Don't give up on us yet. I haven't. Not even a little."

"Ok," Yuuri mumbled into Viktor's shirt.

Both poodles wrapped themselves around Yuuri when they finally made their way to bed. Viktor was glad. They wanted to protect Yuuri just as much as Viktor did. With Yuuri's back to him, Viktor gently traced over the intricate lines on his skin. Despite his slowed breaths, Viktor could tell Yuuri wasn't yet asleep. Too much on his mind. "Did they hurt?"

"Yes," Yuuri's soft voice answered. "But it was easy to endure. I've felt worse pains in my life."

Viktor bent down and kissed a flower on Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri let out a pleasant sigh and Viktor could see his eyes flutter beneath dark lashes. Viktor was scared. Not that Yuuri was a bad person or that he might hurt Viktor. No, he refused to believe either of those things. He was scared that Yuuri would get hurt or worse - killed. He needed to better understand what Yuuri did - why he did it. That way, he could help keep Yuuri safe.

In time, Yuuri had said. Patience. Wait.

Pulling Yuuri flush against his chest Viktor closed his eyes. He never had been good at following directions.