Eros and Agape

By Spunkyone

(AN**This is my first time writing anything omegaverse, and in true Spunky form, I refuse to adhere to exact rules for the genre. I make my own damned rules and I have a great time doing it. So, in this omega-world, there are fated couples, alphas and omegas who do not present exactly like other alphas and omegas. Something special happens when two fated souls meet. And this is what happens when omega-Victor meets alpha-Yuuri. It is truly the essence of the Eros-Agape theme. Enjoy!)

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For as long as Victor can remember, Yakov and Lilia have protected him from being discovered to be an Omega by helping him to project as an Alpha. But at the Grand Prix Final banquet, he comes face to face with the man destined to be his husband…Yuuri secret Alpha/Victor secret Omega…mpreg

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Chapter 1: Secrets

"Are you coming, Victor?" Chris Giacometti called from the open door of the Russian skater's hotel room, "We don't want to miss all of the fun, or the booze, or the dancing."

"Just a minute," Victor called out from within the suite's opulent bathroom.

He scowled down at the pills in the bottle in front of him, counting and recounting, then frowning as he tried to recall.

I took them out, but did I take one? I think I did, but I don't remember. I can't take two because it might make me feel sick, though everyone would just assume I…

"Victor, come on!" Chris called impatiently.

He made a sound of surprise and dismay as the bottle slipped from his hand and the handful of pills inside were scattered all over the counter.

"Damn it!" Victor wore, scrabbling to capture them before any could escape onto the floor. He scooped the pills into his hand and put them carefully back into the bottle, then he scoured the counter and floor with his eyes to see if any had been left behind.

He took a last look in the mirror, carefully making sure that not a hair was out of place and that he looked far more collected than he actually felt. Then he strode out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Well, it's about time," Chris teased him, "But as good as you look and smell tonight? I'll give you a pass."

The way I smell? Hmm, maybe I should…

"I think I forgot something," he began.

"Oh no you don't," Chris laughed, grabbing him by the wrist, "You've kept me and everyone else waiting long enough. It's time for you to get your pretty behind down to the party. Come on!"

With an amused chuckle, Victor let himself be dragged along with his enthusiastic friend. They boarded an elevator and rode it down to the second floor Mezzanine, where they found the banquet already in full swing.

"Masumi!" Chris called out to his waiting boyfriend.

"There you are, Chris," Masumi answered, greeting him with a kiss.

"So sweet!" Chris laughed, "Give Victor some sugar too, love."

Victor smiled and reciprocated as Masumi embraced him from the side and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"You look wonderful," Masumi complimented him, "You smell wonderful too! And you were amazing on the ice today. Your free program took everyone's breath away."

"Thank you," Victor replied, looking around as Yurio moved to join him.

That again? My smell? Damn it, I must not have taken that pill after all. I should…

"Hey Victor," Yurio greeted him.

"Yurio."

"Ooh, let me get a picture of the Junior and Senior Grand Prix Final champions!" Chris said, snapping a photo.

"Where is Yakov?" Victor asked Yurio.

"Where do you think," his comrade said gruffly, "He's off getting wasted with the other coaches."

"Hmm."

Victor heard Celestino's voice and turned his head to greet the man, but paused as he spotted the young man at his side.

"Come now, Yuuri," the coach cajoled his dejected looking student, "It's going to be fun. Look, there's pizza and champagne. Go on and have fun."

Celestino nudged the younger man closer to the food table and headed off to join the other coaches. Out of the corner of his eye, Victor watched as the shy looking Japanese man looked around with a lost expression, then shook his head and grabbed a glass of champagne. He escaped into a quiet corner near the champagne and stood watching the others, but not mingling.

He's so shy, Victor mused, I've heard he's a beta, but I've wondered if maybe he's really an omega like me. He is very skilled when he isn't nervous, but he suffers from anxiety sometimes. He's cute. Maybe I should try saying hi to him again. He almost jumped out of his skin earlier when I saw him looking at me in the lobby and offered to snap a photo with him. Of course, since everyone thinks I'm an alpha, it would make sense that he would be intimidated by me.

Yes, I know what it's like to worry about things like that…not that anyone but Yakov knows.

He was distracted away from looking at the Japanese man and found himself drawn into conversation, but his eye kept slipping away to glance at Yuuri as he continued to take drinks from the food table and watched everyone quietly from the corner.

He must have a high tolerance for alcohol.

But as high as the young man's tolerance seemed to be, eventually, it seemed to reach its limits and Yuuri stumbled out of the corner, his drunken eyes landing on Victor and sending a twinge of mingled curiosity and tension through the Russian. Yurio saw him coming and scowled as Yuuri wobbled and almost bumped into him.

"Hey, watch where you're going, loser!"

"Scuse me," Yuuri drawled, "I'm gonna talk to Victor."

"I don't think so. Get the hell outta here."

"Oh, be nice, Yuri…"

Victor stiffened as Yuuri sniffed the air, then his drunken eyes lifted and glinted as they found him. The Russian felt a sheen of sweat break out on his skin.

What is this?

What's happening?

It almost feels like my heat is coming on, but it's not supposed to for a few days. I was just taking the pills to be safe.

Yurio seemed to notice his discomfort and he grabbed Yuuri by the open front of his shirt.

"Get the hell away from Victor," he snapped, "A loser like you's got no business even looking at him!"

"Oh, you wanna go?" Yuuri rambled, stumbling over his words, "Well, let's just see who's a loser. Tell ya what. We'll have a dance off and if I win, you get the hell outta the way an' let me talk to Victor!"

"What? You're out of your mind. There's no way I'm…"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Victor giggled, waving them towards an open space.

"It is not! I'm not doing this!" Yurio complained, "It's so lame."

"Then, you shouldn't have any problem beating him," Victor laughed, taking his camera out, "Get dancing, you two!"

Chris joined Victor, watching and the other guests began to take notice and turn as the music volume rose and the two young men began to dance. Almost at once, Victor's eyes were drawn to the cute Japanese man and the way he moved so fluidly when he danced, despite being terribly drunk on champagne.

"Wow!" he breathed, his heart pounding, "He's amazing!"

Even so, Victor was surprised at how easily Yuuri triumphed over his Russian teammate. With Yurio still shouting insults and challenging him to another round, Yuuri started towards Victor again, wearing that hungry, desirous expression that sent little shivers through the Russian champion.

"Ah-ah," Chris laughed, intercepting the Japanese skater, "You'll have to deal with me before can you talk to the champion."

"Bring it on," Yuuri snapped, his eyes raking Victor's slender body and making the Russian feel as though he stood naked in front of everyone, "I can beat anyone. I'll beat you all, then I'm talkin' to Victor!"

He's adorable!

I would stop all of this and talk to him right now, but it sort of seems like he wants to challenge all of these people. Maybe it's to reassure himself that he's worthy. It's all very silly. He's beautiful and charming, and I would definitely talk to him anyway, but this…

He shook his head and snapped pictures, then began to record as a stripper pole was set up and Chris and Yuuri began sliding their sexy, sweaty bodies around it.

Oh my god…

Victor felt heat on his face and warning dampness in his nether region. Little shivers ran rampant over his pale flesh.

My heat?

But it's too soon!

His eyes locked on Yuuri as the Japanese man's body wound around the stripper pole and slid down into a full side split. His dark, aggressive eyes found Victor's, freezing him in place as Yuuri handily defeated the laughing and panting Swiss skater, then headed for the Russian champ.

He's…?

Is he…?

He tried to move, but found himself unable as Yuuri stalked him slowly, then wrapped his arm around Victor.

"Your turn, Victor," Yuuri drawled, "C'mon."

Words became unnecessary as Victor moved easily with the Japanese man to the dance floor and the two began what was, Victor felt, more like a mating ritual than a dance. Defying the gentler persona he had exuded throughout the Grand Prix Final, or even as long as Victor had known him, Yuuri's presence felt more demanding.

So overwhelming.

Oh my god, he is an alpha…and…it feels like it's him that's forcing my body into an early heat. I've heard of that before…of alphas and omegas who are fated for each other. They don't present normally for who they are, like Yuuri always seemed to me more like another omega or a beta, but something awakened the alpha, and that in turn has forced me into heat.

Victor wanted to turn and flee the situation, but his body was locked securely in Yuuri's arms, and even when he swung free for a moment, the pounding music kept him in its thrall. Dizziness swept over the dazed Russian and he worried that the closet alpha might just strip him and fuck him in front of everyone. Worse, he was sure that in his current state, he would go right along with it. Panic flooded his body and he tried again to pull away, but he only found himself being dipped, smiling widely into Yuuri's hypnotic eyes that completely enslaved his. Applause and cheers broke out all around them as Yuuri lifted him and wrapped unyielding arms around him. Victor smiled down at him and started to say something, but the words stopped and he stared in flustered surprise as the Japanese man seemed to revert to the gentler person he knew…except for the fact that he was rather viciously humping him as his words jumbled drunkenly together.

"Vvvvictorrr! When the season's over, you've gotta come to Hasetsu. My family owns a hot spring! It'll be great. You'll do it, won't you? Come to Hasetsu! Be my coach, Victooooorrrr!"

Victor watched in dismay as Yuuri started to collapse, and he caught up the slighter man and lifted him off his feet.

"I think you've had enough to drink, my friend. Let's get you upstairs."

He excused himself and left the others laughing and shaking their heads as he carried Yuuri to the elevator.

"What floor are you on, Yuuri?"

Then, he recalled having seen the young man get off a floor before his. He touched the button and the elevator began to rise. Victor held Yuuri on his feet, carefully searching his pockets until he found the young man's hotel key, and to his delight, the man's room number scrawled on a little piece of paper.

I have to do that too when I'm going to be drinking a lot.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened into a quiet hallway, Victor held an arm around Yuuri, who stumbled along with him, mumbling absently to himself as they made their way down the hallway to correct door. Victor touched the card key to the pad and grinned as a green light lit up and he opened the door.

"Here we are, safe and sound," he sighed, helping Yuuri inside, then pushing the door closed with his foot, "We need to get you into bed. You've had quite a lot of excitement tonight. And may I just tell you, you were amazing! I've never seen such sexy dancing, Yuuri. I'm so flattered that you did all of that so you could come and talk to me."

He sighed again as he laid Yuuri down on the bed, then carefully turned him onto his side and propped his body securely.

"It is a little sad that you won, but now you're in no shape to talk to me. Life is cruel, isn't it?"

Victor reached down to brush a stray cluster of black hairs away from Yuuri's comely sleeping face.

"You look like sleeping beauty," he breathed, his heart skipping and thumping in his chest, "Well, if that makes me Prince Charming, then this is where I have to do the honorable thing and leave you before I am too tempted to ravish you. But don't think for a minute that this is easy. You are captivating, Yuuri."

He bent down and laid a tender kiss on the sleeping man's temple, then he started to straighten.

One moment, he stood beside the bed, looking down at Yuuri's curled body, then the next, a strong hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist.

"Wh…?" he yelped as he was pulled down onto the bed and flipped onto his back, "Y-yuuri?"

His eyes rounded as he found himself looking up into aggressively glinting, feral brown ones.

"Yuuri, stop it, okay?" he said shakily, wriggling to try to free himself, but Yuuri moved with him, straddling his slender body and holding him in place as his head dipped and his mouth fastened on Victor's.

"Y-yu…mmph, s-stop…!" Victor gasped, "Stop it, Yuuri!"

But Yuuri's grip only tightened on him until it grew painful and Yuuri's glaring eyes held him as securely as his hands.

"What are you doing?" Victor managed in a shaking voice, "Get off of me, Yuuri."

The Japanese man's head bowed and nuzzled into the place between Victor's graceful neck and slim shoulder. He breathed in deeply, then his voice sounded in an almost otherworldly growl.

"That's not what you want, is it, Victor?"

Yuuri's hot, marauding tongue ran luridly along his neck, then Victor closed his eyes and shivered at the feel of the other man's teeth scraping along the fine skin.

"Don't, Yuuri," Victor pleaded softly, "I understand you are an alpha. I didn't know before, but it's clear now. I've gone into an early heat. I'll let you have me, but you will have to use a condom, okay? I don't want to get…"

His words ended in a distressed whimper as Yuuri breathed in deeply again, then clamped his mouth down on the Russian beauty's and he ground against Victor's trapped body wantonly. Barely cognizant and enthralled by the exotically lovely man on top of him, Victor barely registered his wrists being bound with the other man's tie. He groaned and closed his eyes as Yuuri's mouth plundered his, bringing on the full fury of the heat and leaving Victor incapacitated.

It is the cruelest part of being an omega. In the presence of the alpha during our heat, we are helpless. I couldn't fight him now if I tried, because I do not control my body anymore. It responds to the alpha, and won't be freed until he's had his fill of me.

There's no stopping it now.

I'm just glad I was able to tell him to use a condom. Maybe I should tell him I'm a virgin too. Not that it will reach him, since the alpha's senses are dulled to anything but the need to mate. In a way, Yuuri is as much of a prisoner to this as I am.

Indeed, when he stole a glance at Yuuri's eyes, they looked dazed and almost senseless. The hands that groped Victor's body and tore at his clothes felt oddly desperate. He shifted his body to help, then watched raptly as Yuuri's mouth moved down from his neck to nibble and bite along his collar bone. It was frightening since he had never had a male lover.

Yakov warned me that I must not sleep with another man, because if I did, he wouldn't miss that I'm an omega. That's something we've kept hidden all of these years, because omegas rarely perform at the top levels of their profession. It was Yakov's idea to make everyone believe I was an alpha, and to avoid situations like this one. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. I have to let Yuuri have his way with me until he is exhausted and I can escape.

But as much as Yuuri definitely wanted to take him, he wanted also to devour the beautiful expanses of pale flesh he had long desired. His mouth ravaged every inch of Victor's exposed chest and soft belly, then his tongue plunged into Victor's navel and he sucked hard, leaving a red marking all around it. He followed the pale, silvery hairs down to Victor's inflamed arousal, then he paused and met Victor's dazed eyes before licking him from base to tip and making him groan in anticipation. Hard fingers slid down and played in the mess between his buttocks, then pushed their way inside him.

At least he still has enough of his senses so that he's preparing me. Some alphas don't bother.

But Yuuri's fingers pushed in deep, thrusting and scissoring, stretching him carefully, then plunging in deep again and making his back arch as he gasped at the intensity of the pleasure it caused.

"Y-yuu-ri!" Victor panted, "What are you…?"

The Japanese man's wild brown eyes glared into his.

"Dance for me, Victor!"

There was something about the heat and the intensity of those wide, commanding eyes that left no room for argument. Yuuri's finger stroked his prostate and Victor's hips rose off the bed and he howled out Yuuri's name again, coming violently as the Japanese man watched and licked his lips. Yuuri's head turned sideways and laid down on Victor's heaving breast as he removed his fingers and positioned himself for entry.

"Y-yuuri, I'm a…v-virgin, okay?" Victor managed, "D-don't hurt…"

Fully caught up in the urgency of mating, Yuuri didn't answer, but he did push his surprisingly large member in carefully, in slow, short thrusts that left Victor reeling. He paused when he was fully entrenched and looked down at Victor as though assessing. Then, he pushed in hard, beginning a fevered barrage of heavy thrusts that brought Victor quickly to the brink of a second orgasm.

"Yuuri!" he sobbed, raising his hips to meet every pounding collision, "Yuuri!"

The night faded in Victor's mind, into a haze of repeated joinings. He forgot all about caution. About wearing condoms and reminding his enthusiastic partner to be careful not to hurt him. He was sure he was going to be bruised, but as caught up in their mating as he was and so enthralled by Yuuri's beautiful, erotic body, he left everything behind and threw himself, body, mind and heart into their lovemaking.

I can't afford to ever let this happen again, Victor speculated, at least, not until I'm ready to retire. I would have every omega within a hundred miles all wanting my ass. Forget my accomplishments. There'll be a big scandal and everyone will forget all about what I've done. All they'll care about is that Victor Nikiforov is a weak omega who tried to seem like more.

Omegas are nothing.

Omegas are trash.

Omegas are things to be used.

That's what they say. I rose above that definition for a long time…long enough to become a living legend in figure skating. But all of that will probably end now. Strangely, while Yuuri Katsuki is here and we are joined like this…I don't feel lonely.

Victor let himself fall completely into the melting rapture of their coitus, even while Yuuri pushed him well beyond exhaustion, to the point where Victor had no strength left and just laid still, letting Yuuri plunder him into near unconsciousness.

Victor wasn't sure when it was that Yuuri finally reached the ends of his strength and collapsed on top of him. He woke in the early morning to find that his hands had been freed from the tie and he was lying, stretched out on his belly, with Yuuri spread out on his back and still buried in his body. Victor felt a strange stinging sensation on the back of his neck and reached up to rub the area. He removed his fingers, taking a moment to glance at them. Ice seemed to fill his lungs and chest as he saw the little bit of red fluid and he caught the coppery scent of blood.

He…bit me?

Victor wriggled free of Yuuri's limp body and fled to the bathroom, where he looked more closely.

"Oh no!" he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping Japanese skater.

Sheet white and staggering from emotion and exhaustion, Victor tore out of the bathroom and hastily dressed, then he fled the room, taking the elevator up to next floor where he staggered to Yakov's door and knocked urgently.

"What the hell…" the old man complained as he dragged himself to the door and looked out the peephole, "Vitya?"

He opened the door and caught the shaken skater in his arms.

"It's okay Vitya," he said soothingly, sensing that anger was only going to make things worse, "Just tell me what happened."

Victor turned his head aside, revealing the angry red bite mark on the back of his neck, and the older man stiffened.

"Yakov!" Victor sobbed, "My life is over. I might as well die right now!"