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Victor tried to wait patiently in the hard plastic chair of the Fukuoka Airport. It took everything in him to not pace around, and his blockers were straining to cover his anxious pheromones. He had thought about bringing Makkachin with him, but the alpha knew that he would be distracted the moment he laid eyes on Yuuri.
I can't believe that I miss him so much! Even when we were first apart during World's, I didn't feel this ache in my chest. Yuuri has changed my life in a way I could never have expected. If someone had told me a year ago that I would feel this strongly about a person, I never would have believed them.
A man in a navy coat and with a pair of blue glasses caught Victor's attention. As the man moved towards the security exit, Victor stood up. Making eye contact with the Japanese man, the Russian was relieved to see that it was Yuuri walking towards the glass doors. Both men started running, and as soon as the sliding doors parted, Yuuri buried himself in Victor's waiting arms.
My omega… back where he belongs. I never want to let him go.
“Yuuri,” Victor started, “I've been thinking about what I can do as your alpha and coach from now on.”
“Me too,” the omega said with tears in his eyes. “Please be my coach and stay with me until I retire!”
“It’s almost like a marriage proposal,” Victor said as he cradled and kissed Yuuri’s hand. He relished in the soft smell of pears pushing past the blocker patch on the omega’s wrist. “I wish you'd never retire. Let's win gold together at the Grand Prix Final.”
After a few more moments of embracing each other in the doorway, Victor led Yuuri to the parking garage, never once letting go of the Japanese skater. Victor loaded Yuuri’s luggage into the trunk, and then both men got into the sedan.
My omega is right here. I can't hold back anymore.
“Victor, is this a rental c-”
The alpha in Victor took control, and he reached over the center console to pull Yuuri’s face close to him. Yuuri's face flushed brightly, and his pupils were blown wide. Pausing briefly to give the omega a chance to pull back from the impending kiss, Victor was pleased to find no resistance in Yuuri's gaze. Softly pressing their lips together, Victor savored the slightly sweet flavor of Yuuri’s chapstick. As a light sigh escaped the Japanese skater, Victor let out a matching growl. Yuuri shuddered before gripping the back of Victor's coat tightly, drawing the two closer. The kiss deepened, with Victor swiping his tongue into Yuuri’s waiting mouth.
It's not enough. I need more! I need my omega to have my scent. I need him to be mine - only mine.
Victor broke the kiss so that he could take off his jacket and rip off the blocker stuck to his neck, as well as the matching ones on his wrists. Roses bloomed throughout the car, creating a heady scent that had Yuuri panting. Yuuri followed Victor's lead, and soon the smell of ripe pears mixed to form an intoxicating garden of pheromones.
“Yuuri,” Victor made eye contact with the Japanese omega. “Is this alright? I know it's not the ideal place, and we don't have any extra lube or condoms…but I've been test-”
Yuuri captured Victor's mouth before he could finish his rambling. Then, Yuuri looked around briefly before nodding and climbing over the console into the backseat. The omega tilted his neck as he laid down.
“I want this more than anything. I've wanted you for years. I know it might be the stress bond making us act this way, but I don't care right now. Don't you want this, too, Alpha?”
Victor's vision narrowed at the name. He vaulted to the back of the car and stared down at the other man, eyes flashing in hunger.
“Such a good omega… my perfect omega. Let me reward you for your performance in Russia,” Victor crooned as he nuzzled Yuuri's scent gland. He licked the spot playfully and was happy when it swelled under his attention.
“A-a-alpha,” Yuuri stuttered as he cranked his neck even further, giving Victor more access.
Bite, claim him, make him my omega forever… no…no, I can't do that to Yuuri right now! I don't know if he wants a mating bite. There will be time for that later after we’ve talked about it.
The Russian nipped at the edges of the gland, careful not to form a lasting bond bite, drawing squeals from the Japanese man underneath him. Not letting the omega escape, Victor rolled his hips into Yuuri’s. Filthy moans escaped both men as pre-cum soaked the front of their jeans. Victor ran his right hand up between Yuuri’s thighs, enjoying the wetness of the fabric from the slick that had dripped down his legs. At the same time, the alpha's left hand grabbed the omega’s silky hair and pulled his head to secure it in place against the seat cushion. Victor's hand fumbled to unbutton Yuuri’s jeans and growled at his displeasure. The other eagerly moved to fix the problem and shimmied out of his pants.
Victor wasted no time and slipped his hand into the soaked boxers. He continued to kiss Yuuri’s scent gland as he wrapped his fingers around the omega’s hard cock. He smirked against Yuuri’s neck as he felt the other buck up into his fist. After pumping his hand up and down a few times, Victor let his fingers venture lower. Yuuri mewled at the lost touches before lifting his hips and ripping his boxers down to his ankles and off onto the floor. Victor captured Yuuri’s lips in a bruising kiss as one of his fingers entered the omega's dripping hole. Yuuri gasped and whimpered at the intrusion. His knuckles turned white under the pressure of his grip to the seat below him. Victor salivated at the sight but knew he would have to move to have more access to the other man. He carefully removed his hand to change positions.
Must please my omega… must make him scream for me…
As Victor sat up and straddled Yuuri's hips, his head hit the car ceiling. He winced and paused momentarily, pouting slightly. Seeing his expression, Yuuri let out a chuckle and ran his hand through Victor's hair.
“Are you okay, Alpha? Do you want to keep going?” Yuuri asked teasingly. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he sat up to kiss the Russian. Victor broke away and smiled as Yuuri laid back down. Victor gazed at him lovingly before starting again.
My beautiful omega… I need him now.
Victor traced his free hand down Yuuri’s neck, squeezing slightly before continuing his movement down to the omega’s chest. Yuuri's eyes rolled back in his head as Victor grabbed his cock and added the single finger back inside him before quickly following it up with another. Victor smirked as the man twitched and shook under his touches. The alpha stroked and twisted his hand while curling his fingers inside the omega. A few minutes later, Yuuri let out a piercing wail. Cum splattered through Victor's hand and onto the omega’s shirt. A gush of slick pooled between Yuuri’s legs and the omega’s hole pulsed around Victor's hand.
“Alpha! Alpha!” Yuuri sobbed as Victor continued to move his hands around and inside the omega. The extra stimulation was a sweet torture that delighted the alpha.
“Shh,” Victor cooed as he pumped out calming pheromones, “You're such a good omega, Yuuri. Surely, you can keep going for me, right?”
The Japanese man whimpered, tossing his head from side to side under the continued assault. A dry orgasm hit Yuuri out of nowhere, surprising both men. The sight made the alpha's cock strain further against his jeans, and he let out a deep growl. He mentally planned to continue to pleasure Yuuri like this for hours. However, once Victor saw tears drip down Yuuri’s cheeks, his hands stilled immediately.
“Yuuri?” Victor asked, “Are you okay to keep going? It's alright if you want to stop.”
Yuuri mumbled incomprehensible sounds. Victor wasn't sure if he was trying to say something or just making blissful noises.
He sounds so sexy! Should I keep going? No, get a hold of yourself! It's best to stop now. If Yuuri wants to keep going, then he'll tell me.
Victor carefully removed his hand from inside Yuuri and gave the man a light kiss on his temple. The Russian alpha stared down at his omega, happy to be the cause of so much pleasure. Suddenly, Victor felt a hand palming his cock through his pants.
“No,” Yuuri finally answered, “You haven't finished, yet.”
“I can take care of myself, don't worry,” Victor reassured him.
Victor lifted his hips and let Yuuri shimmy out from under him. After an awkward shuffle of flailing limbs in too cramped of a space, both men sat in the backseat side by side. Not able to wait any longer, Victor pulled down his tight jeans and let his hand cup his darkened erection. He sighed and began to stroke himself quickly when a hand covered his.
“Let me help you,” Yuuri said before kissing Victor. Both men’s hands moved in tandem until the alpha came. After Victor's vision finally cleared again, he gave Yuuri a chaste kiss.
“I never want you to leave me again,” Yuuri said quietly.
“I never want to either,” Victor answered before adding slyly, “Plus, we can't make it a regular thing for me to leave anyway. The cleaning bills for the rental cars would bankrupt me!”
As Yuuri laughed, Victor felt a sense of calm wash over him.
It’s not just the stress bond. I know that I want to spend forever together. I hope you do as well, Yuuri.
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Because the flight to Barcelona left Yuuri drained, he had crawled into the hotel bed and drifted off to sleep quickly. His plans to rest peacefully were thwarted when Victor and Chris pounced on him. Their cold bodies against his made Yuuri shout in displeasure. He frowned and shooed Victor into the shower. Yuuri expected Chris to go to his room to change, but the Swiss skater sat in a desk chair facing the beds. Both of them cringed and laughed as Victor's out-of-tune singing could be heard through the flimsy hotel wall.
“So Yuuri,” Chris said softly, “It’s been a year since everything happened. How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” Yuuri replied, “I try to block out most of what happened. It's the only way to get through each skate.”
“Hm,” Chris frowned but didn't say more. Then, his eyes narrowed playfully. “So, tell me, mon ami, is Victor better in bed than I am?”
Yuuri sputtered and turned a tomato red. Chris laughed at his reaction and placed his arm on the table and his chin propped up in his hand. He batted his eyelashes and winked at the startled omega. Taking a deep breath, Yuuri found his footing in the conversation.
“It’s not like what we did together. There's a pull to be with him that wasn't there between us.” Yuuri flailed his arms, “Not that what we had was bad! I really liked it, and you helped me a lot during my sudden heat a few years ago! But with Victor…”
“Mnh, yes,” Chris nodded, “Victor is special to you.”
“Yes, at least for now,” Yuuri agreed.
“For now?” Chris was puzzled.
“Like you said, it's been a year.” Yuuri looked solemnly out the window. “The stress bond will be gone soon, and Victor will move on with his life. And why shouldn't he? He's Victor Nikiforov and I'm me. I’m not going to get in his way.”
“Are you sure that's what-”
Before Chris could finish his question, the singing stopped and the shower turned off. Sensing that his window of opportunity to press the Japanese skater had passed, Chris shrugged and stood up.
“Talk to Victor before you make any sudden decisions, Yuuri.”
“Chris,” Victor said, “The shower is all yours.”
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As the Grand Prix continued, Yuuri began to think more and more about Victor and their stress bond. Between his conversation with Chris and the pair ring debacle with Phichit's misunderstanding, Yuuri was sure that he was limiting Victor's potential.
I can't believe Victor said that we'd get married after I win gold. We really need to have a conversation about the future.
“By the way, Yuuri,” Victor said when the two were alone in their hotel room the night after the short program. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
Okay, Yuuri, there's no backing out now.
“Right,” he inhaled deeply, “After the final, let's end this.”
“Huh,” Victor said in shock. The scent of dying flowers seeped into the small space.
“From carrying me off of that ice that day last year to taking off a season to be my coach, you've done more than enough for me. Thanks to you, I was able to give everything I had to my last season. Thank you for everything, Victor.”
“Damn,” tears ran down the alpha’s face, “I didn't expect Katsuki Yuuri to be such a selfish human being.”
I wasn't expecting him to act like this. Ugh, I need to get the words out, just like ripping off a bandaid.
“Right,” Yuuri soldiered on, “I made this selfish decision on my own. I'm retiring.” He reached to touch Victor's head, but the man pulled away.
“What are you doing, Yuuri?”
“Oh, I'm just surprised to see you cry.”
“I'm mad, okay! I thought our relationship meant more than this. I thought you needed my help more. Think of everything you accomplished this year despite everything that happened to you. Think about how far you could go!”
How is this conversation spiraling this way? I thought he'd be relieved that he could go back to how things were before.
“Aren't you going to make a comeback? You don't have to worry about me anymore-”
“How can you tell me to return to the ice while saying you're retiring? How can you ignore everything we have?! The stress bond should be gone by now. What I feel for you is real! You know what, Yuuri,” Victor got up and threw on rumpled clothes, “I think I need to take a walk.”
Yuuri stood to stop him, but angry alpha pheromones flooded out of Victor's pores.
“Don’t follow me. I'm sorry, Yuuri, but I want to be alone.”
Yuuri’s body froze at the statement that sounded like an unintended alpha command. He trembled long after the door to their room closed behind the Russian, even though he logically knew that nothing was keeping him rooted to that spot. Tears formed in the corners of Yuuri’s eyes, but they didn't fall. Although Victor hadn't limited his movement, the alpha pheromones swirled around Yuuri and made his knees knock together. His thoughts spiraled, and his scent became stale.
I've ruined everything, and my chest hurts horribly. I'm a bad omega. Maybe I should take back what I said… No, this is for the best. Victor doesn't need a clingy, dime-a-dozen omega holding him back. I'm a bad omega. Such a bad omega. No one would want me.
After about an hour, the keycard dinged, and the door opened. Victor moved into the room before gazing at Yuuri questioningly. The omega's eyes were unfocused, and the smell of sour pears wafted around the two men.
“What? Yuuri? Why are you standing still? I didn't use a command. Can you hear me? Release. Yuuri? Release . It's alright; I’m right here. I'm so sorry, Yuuri.” Arms wrapped around the omega, but he just shook silently where he was standing.
Bad omega… you made Alpha leave you… such an ungrateful omega…
Eventually, with a lot of coaxing and calming pheromones from Victor, Yuuri moved back to the bed. The pair agreed to make their decisions after the free skate.
With their energies low the next morning, Yuuri and Victor moved to the arena. It was an awkward wait until the Japanese skater took the ice. As Yuuri moved to the center of the rink, Victor's last words rang in his ears.
How much longer are you going to stay in warm-up mode? I really want to kiss the gold medal.
The music started, and Yuuri began skating. As he went through the program, his changes caught Victor's and the audience's attention.
Look at the Victor who lives on inside me. You becoming my coach wasn't a waste of time. I'm the only one in the whole world who can prove that.
When the final notes rang out, Yuuri gasped and held his position pointing to Victor. The crowd roared, and tears streamed down fans’ faces. The announcers enthusiastically praised the Japanese skater, but Yuuri left the ice dazed. He couldn't focus in the Kiss and Cry, and he was shocked when his score was revealed.
221.58… I broke a world record? Victor's world record?
Yuuri’s mind continued to spin throughout the remaining performances. In the end, the younger Yuri squeaked out a win. Although Yuuri was disappointed in his loss, he was proud of the Russian teen. Maternal feelings and scents welled in him and spilled out as the Japanese omega stood next to his unofficial pup. Yuri blushed but let Yuuri pull him into a close hug before the duo left the podium. Yuuri skated to the edge of the rink and took his guards from Victor. He leaned and grasped the man in a tight hug.
“Please stay with me in competitive figure skating for one more year! This time, I'll win gold for sure!”
The alpha nuzzled Yuuri briefly before pulling him out of the main arena. Victor led him to a deserted hallway. The Russian turned and held both of Yuuri’s hands.
Why did he stop here? What does he want to tell me in private?
“Victor, shouldn't we go to the press room? Won't the interviews start soon?”
“Yuuri,” Victor started with stars in his eyes, “I want to be with you forever and to be your mate. I have this dream of waking up with you in our apartment. We take Makkachin for a walk before going to the rink nearby. We lace on our skates and dance together on the ice, never separating.”
“Victor,” Yuuri’s eyes watered.
“Sometimes, my dream ends there. Other times, it goes on longer, and we end up back in our apartment. I see our family photographs blurred in the background. I see you and me, married and happy. I see us making katsudon and then watching movies on the couch with Yurio. That's what I want, Yuuri. You. We may have bonded initially due to bad circumstances, but you're my omega. My love. Say that you want that, too. Say that you'll stay with me. Say that you'll bond with me the next time we mate.”
Yuuri was shocked for a moment before he crushed Victor in a tight embrace. Yuuri's body heaved, and he lost the battle to suppress his tears. He kissed Victor until both were breathless and needed to pause for air.
“Yes! Yes!” He finally replied, “I want to be with you forever. I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”
“Oh, Yuuri,” Victor sighed happily, “I promise to always treasure you. I thought about how to make everything work. If you're willing to move to St. Petersburg, I can coach you at the rink and then have my own practices with Yakov. I already cleared it with him. What do you say?”
“Victor, that's perfect! It's everything I could ever want.”
A year ago, I thought I was going to die on the ice. Now, Victor is not only in my life but is my alpha.
“Ugh, there you are!” A voice called out suddenly. Yuuri and Victor turned to see Yuri rolling his eyes and frowning.
“Could you guys wrap up your little love confession?” The blond asked sharply. “Some of us want to get this press conference over with!” Not bothering to wait for a response, Yuri stomped off down the hallway. Victor and Yuuri laughed at the teen's behavior before following him to deal with hoards of cameras.
The Grand Prix Finals might be over, but Yuuri knew his life was truly just beginning.