Yuri sits on the tall barstool in the rather large kitchen, glaring up at Otabek, as usual. Otabek had handed him a rather nice looking plate of pasta along with many other high caloric side dishes and a massive milkshake. While it all looks fantastic and makes the omega's mouth fill with saliva and his stomach growl fiercely, he refuses to take even a bite.
Otabek looks rather displeased with this, crossing his arms with a look of annoyance on his face. "Don't be stubborn. You need to eat."
Yuri glares at you. "I don't want it. I don't take orders from you."
Otabek sighs. "I said eat up, that was hardly an order. Don't act like I can't hear your stomach. You're quite literally starving yourself."
Yuri crosses his own arms. "I'm fine. I don't want this."
Otabek rolls his eyes. "If you don't eat anything today, I'll have no choice but to bring in a physician to have you tube fed. Would you prefer that?"
Yuri grits his teeth angrily. "Now you're threatening me? Fuck you!"
Otabek grinds his own teeth as he looks down at the frustrating omega. "Don't say I didn't warn you, kitten." He grinds out, resisting the urge to meet Yuri's glare with his own glare.
Yuri turns his head towards the infuriating alpha, raising his fist and throwing a punch towards Otabek's stupid, handsome nose.
Otabek sighs as he catches Yuri's hand before it makes impact. While he knows the omega is still under the influence of the sedative and it wouldn't cause any real damage, he knows better than to let an omega get away with physical violence. He keeps a tight hold on Yuri's hand despite his struggles to pull it away. He brings Yuri's bandaged palm to his mouth.
Yuri hisses furiously. "Don't bite me again, you fucking asshole!" He flinches as he feels Otabek's pearly whites bite into the bandaged wound, biting back a whimper.
Otabek bites a bit harder than last time, letting go of Yuri's hand after. "Don't try and hit me again. I'm being lenient right now. If you keep testing my patience that will change. You may not have been taught how to treat an alpha, but I have had a full education on how to handle a naughty omega."
Yuri growls at Otabek's choice of words. "I'm not a child! I'm not worth less than you just because I'm an omega! I don't need training like some dog or child!"
Otabek cracks a smile. "Of course not. I don't see you as a dog or a child. I see you as a kitten. Young and helpless when left on their own."
Yuri only gets more pissed off at this. "Stop calling me that! I'm not a kitten or a cat! I am a human being!"
Otabek walks closer, running his fingers through Yuri's soft blonde locks. "I'm aware, Yuri. You're very loud about that. But I'm your alpha, which means I get to decide what I call you. I get to decide how I treat you. As much as you don't like it, you belong to me. Once you learn your place in all of this things will run much smoother for you. So, please calm down and eat your food so this doesn't have to become unpleasant."
Yuri snorts, deciding in this moment that he isn't going to make this easy in the slightest.
They spend the next two hours in that kitchen before Otabek finally gives in, deciding the risk of food poisoning from the food left out outweighs the benefit of getting nourishment into the emaciated omega and takes Yuri back to the bedroom. He lays him in the bed and slides a padded cuff linked to a chain that attaches to the bed post around Yuri's thin and delicate ankle before securing it with a lock. He presses a kiss to Yuri's forehead before he walks out to make the arrangements for a feeding tube tomorrow.
Yuri struggles against the cuff, shoving and pushing against Otabek, but in the end he's still too weak to do much that would really prevent it. He pulls away from the kiss angrily and turns to curl up on his side, facing away from the alpha. His stomach still aches and cramps from his hunger.
He understands that he's being unreasonable. That he should have just eaten. He refuses to let the alpha win in controlling him though. Even if it means making things unpleasant on himself.
He feels the urge to nest. To gather all the sheets and pillows on the bed and make a cozy nest, but resists the temptation. He won't allow himself that comfort, knowing Otabek expects it of him. He looks to the window on the other side of the room, sighing softly as he watches the sun set from where he's chained to the bed.
After making the unpleasant arrangements for tomorrow, Otabek returns to the bedroom. He changes into a pair of sweat pants, not bothering with a shirt as he climbs into bed with Yuri.
Yuri scowls, knowing the purpose of going shirtless was to make sure his scent isn't covered by anything. His body goes tense as he feels two muscular arms wrap around his waist and pull him to the broad alpha's chest.
Otabek rests his chin against the top of Yuri's head lightly, letting his calming scent envelop the little omega. "Calm down, Yuri. I can smell your stress. This doesn't have to be as bad as you're making it." His fingers slowly stroke Yuri's think back, frowning as he traces along each vertebrae, able to feel the grooves between each one. "I can tell you've had an unpleasant life up to this point. Wouldn't you prefer to be well fed and comfortable? Surely it must appeal to you. Everyone wants a warm home filled with people they love. I know you're no exception to that."
Yuri remains tense despite how warm and comforting he finds the alpha's embrace. Despite how soothing his scent and touch is. "Of course it's appealing. Of course I want that. What I don't find appealing is the cost of it. I'm expected to give up my freedom and who I am in exchange for those things." He's surprised to find tears gather in his eyes upon speaking of this, grateful that with the way he's being held Otabek won't be able to see these tears.
Otabek lets out a sigh. "Perhaps it is asking a lot. But this is the world you live in. Your defiance won't change that. Omegas remain small for that reason. You'll grow out of this silly way of thinking soon. I'll help you get there." He slides his hand down to Yuri's ass, resting it there for now. "You'll come around to things more when your heat starts. I'm sure you'll beg to be knotted."
Yuri clenches his teeth as he feels the hand on his ass, wanting to reach back and yank it away. When he remembers how he was bit the last time he tried to push him away he decides against it, though. "I would never beg for something like that. Especially not from someone like you. I'll never want what you want me to. Some fates are worse than death. As far as I'm concerned, presenting as an omega is one of them."
Otabek sighs softly, pressing his nose into Yuri's hair to take a deep breath of Yuri's scent, the sweet scent laced with the bitterness of stress and anxiety. "What a sad way to view your life. It'll only be as bad as you make it." He nuzzles the small omega, closing his eyes tiredly.
Yuri resists the urge to growl, gritting his teeth in frustration. "No, it'll only be as bad as you make it. Don't pretend I really have any say in what happens to me."
Otabek shrugs lightly. "Well, aren't you a pessimist?" He kisses his forehead softly before he lets go of him and turns away quietly. "Go to sleep. I'm sure you're exhausted. We'll talk more tomorrow."
Yuri huffs in annoyance, turning away as well. For the first time since he has been purchased by this horrible alpha, he obeys, letting sleep overcome him.
