Otabek is annoyed as he tracks through the forest, trying to smell out his mate that seems rather good at confusing his scent trail. He's even more annoyed when his phone buzzes in his pocket with a call from one of his old school mate Victor Nikiforov.

He grits his teeth as he listens to the fellow alpha explain that Yuri had been found and assigned to him. He holds the phone in a tight grip as he's told that while it's not recommended and far from normal for this to be requested in this type of circumstance, Victor needs Otabek to come to his studio as soon as possible to discuss Yuri's training.

Otabek clenches his teeth as he agrees and hangs up, assuming that the rather arrogant alpha simply wanted to flaunt the fact that he has an obedient omega while Otabek's took off the first chance he got.

He changes into his typical dark jeans and white t-shirt, quickly pulling his favorite leather jacket on over it. He stops in the bathroom to pop a couple rut suppressants into his mouth, swallowing them with a palm full of water collected from the sink and brushing a comb through his hair with some gel to sleek it back before he makes his way to his garage.

Since he won't have to worry about transporting an omega this time he opts for his motorcycle over his car, climbing on and riding towards Victor's house, keeping his face void of emotion. He won't give any reaction that might make the other alpha feel superior to Otabek in anyway.

Otabek walks up to the door, standing tall as he knocks lightly, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he waits for Victor.

Victor answers the door and the moment the air drafts onto the porch Otabek's body goes rigid. His nostrils flare as he catches the harsh and terrified scent that fills his nose. "What the hell are you doing to my mate?"

Victor rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in return. "The collection agency gave him to me like this. Don't take it out on me. I didn't have to call you myself. This is a courtesy." He steps aside as Otabek brushes past him, dark brown eyes searching for the source of the scent that has been fouling up the air in Victor's house for about an hour now.

Otabek finds the smell overwhelming and incredibly strong, struggling to find the source. "Where is he? What happened?"

Victor frowns as he turns and begins walking down a flight of stairs. "He's in my studio. He's unconscious now and will remain so for a few hours more before he wakes. From what I can see and have been told, he was forcibly taken and knotted. From the damage done it's predicted it was his time being knotted and the knot was prematurely removed, tearing him open."

Otabek feels sick to his stomach as he hears this. He was waiting to make sure Yuri's first time wasn't traumatizing. Little good that's done him now. "What's your plan of action then? If that has broken him I doubt he can tolerate much more before…"

Victor leans against the door of his studio, holding the doorknob but not opening it yet. "Before he drops? It's not as mythical as we were lead to believe in class, Altin. It happens. That's why you're here. You're to mark him and leave. So that in the case of a drop, you will be able to step in and pull him from it. If he can be pulled from it at all. The laws won't allow me to go easy on him just because he was assaulted. My mate will sleep with him at night to try and monitor his emotional levels. It's not my intention to force a drop, but from what I've read in his file it may not be far off. He's been uncared for years."

Otabek suppresses the urge to growl. "I was doing a fine job of training him myself. He never went through first trainings. He doesn't fully understand what's expected of him."

Victor nods a bit. "I'm aware. I will take that into consideration. I'm just doing my job here, alright? Don't rip my head off." He opens the door to the studio, stepping aside to allow Otabek inside. "Try to be quick. Also, leave your shirt or jacket here for him. I need something with your scent to assist in the training."

Otabek walks in, nodding slightly at Victor's words, barely paying attention to him as he catches sight of his blonde omega on the bed in the dimly lit room. The room is filled with the scent that puts his senses on high alert, telling him to protect and defend his omega from all possible threats.

He hates that this has happened and he hates even more that Yuri's own stubbornness and defiance put them into this situation.

He walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and reaching down to gently brush some blonde strands from his face. He can't stop the fierce growl that escapes his throat when he sees the massive bruise that covers half of Yuri's delicate and beautiful face along with bruising along the corners of his mouth.

Yuri's small body is in a simple white t-shirt, several sizes too large and easily falling to his knees. Otabek finds a small part of him is relieved at the covering, knowing his anger would only be heightened if he was able to see the wounds that were inflicted to the omega's most intimate areas.

He frowns when Yuri whimpers fearfully at the growl, a soft "No" escaping his lips, though remains unconscious.

Otabek turns back to Victor quietly. "May I please have some moments in private with him while I do this?"

Victor simply nods slightly, stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Otabek is happy to be alone with his little omega, slipping onto the bed with him, gently picking up one of Yuri's small hands and frowning when he sees the bandages around his wrists. He gently brings them to his mouth to kiss softly.

"It's okay, kitten. It's going to be okay."

He knows it's not going to be okay for Yuri anytime soon. As much as he hates it, this situation is out of his control now.

He lays down, pulling Yuri to his chest gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I wish you hadn't run off. I wish this didn't happen to you. I didn't intend for things to be as bad as you seem to think they'll be. You didn't have to be unhappy."

He gently strokes the scent gland of his wrist along Yuri's cheek, hoping that scenting him may calm him down some when he wakes. He traces them along Yuri's neck and back and chest, though doesn't go down past his waist, not wanting to aggravate any hidden wounds.

"I have to mark you. It's for your own protection. I'm sorry for not doing it sooner. Perhaps if I had, it wouldn't have come to this."

He leans his head down, nuzzling his nose into the scent gland at the base of Yuri's neck. He doesn't find anything pleasing or enjoyable about his frightened and hurt scent though. He licks the gland softly, the taste not sweet like it should be, instead bitter.

He simply sighs. There's no avoiding it. He opens his mouth, quickly clamping his teeth into the gland, feeling a quick burst of blood fill his mouth. He swallows it before removing his teeth and running his tongue along the wound, giving his saliva the chance to repair the damage his teeth had done, leaving an incredibly tender and fresh pink scar.

He feels a bit relieved to know that Yuri is claimed as his now, but it doesn't change his frustration with the omega. The omega that is now officially his and won't be able to say otherwise anymore.

He's determined to prove to Yuri he's not the monster he seems to think he is. He had done his best to make up for the tube feeding by caring for him and respecting him through his heat. Why didn't Yuri appreciate that or see he was trying?

He holds Yuri close, kissing his bruised cheek ever so softly. "You didn't deserve this. Omegas don't deserve to be raped. I never would have done this to you."

A few minutes go by of Otabek trying to soothe Yuri's unconscious form in whatever way he can, though it does little to stop the harsh scent the omega gives off. Otabek eventually comes to terms with the fact that Yuri likely won't find comfort in an alpha's scent after what happened to him.

He lets out a soft sigh. "I should hopefully see you in a month or two. Please don't drop, kitten. The world isn't as awful a place as you have experienced thus far. I want to be able to show you the good."

He places a final kiss to Yuri's forehead before he stands up, removing his jacket as he figures it will hold his scent more than his freshly washed t-shirt. He gently lays it on the bed beside Yuri, not saying anything when the unconscious boy recoils away from the scent of alpha.

He turns and walks from the room, closing the door behind him and walking upstairs to try and find Victor to let him know he's done.

He's rather surprised when he finds Victor in the living room with his own omega, his omega sitting on the couch with Victor kneeling on the floor in front of him.

The Japanese omega is blushing faintly, though smiling affectionately with his fingers gently stroking his alpha's soft silver hair. Soft laughs escape his lips as Victor nuzzles the omega's slightly swollen belly, crooning out soft and sweet words to the pup inside.

Otabek stands there, finding it odd to find Victor sharing such a tender and sweet moment with his omega. Especially knowing what Victor does to omegas on a daily basis. What Victor will be doing to HIS omega over the course of the next few weeks.

Victor is oblivious to Otabek's presence at first, he and his mate in their own world as the alpha leans up to press soft little kisses to his omega's neck and bonded mark before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

Otabek can just barely make out Victor's words as he dotes on his omega, "and we'll be happy, the three of us. I'll never let any harm come to you or our pup. You're the most precious thing to me, my Yuuri. You and our perfect little cub-"

He stops when his omega, Yuuri, clears his throat softly when he sees Otabek at the doorway. "Vitya…" He murmurs softly with a small smile.

Victor looks rather surprised, standing quickly and brushing himself off. "Have you finished, then?"

Otabek nods a bit, still frowning in confusion at how someone so cruel and cold could act so warm. "Yes. I'll show myself out. My jacket is in the studio. Please don't do anything to destroy it."

He turns and walks out with another word, letting himself out the front door and taking off on his motorcycle. Many thoughts swirl through his mind on his ride home.

He grits his teeth, quickly finding that a rather major detail was being left out from the story he had been told about the events that transpired with his omega.

Who the hell hurt his precious Yuri?