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Yuuri had just descended the stairs from his apartment block and walked to the open park outside when he saw the Omega.
At least, Yuuri was sure he was an Omega. Illuminated by the street lamp, the creature was the most beautiful and delicate-looking thing he had ever seen, with long lustrous silvery strands of hair that cascaded past his shoulders.
Yuuri squinted; the Omega sat, unmoving, on the bench, staring out at the deserted playground. Yuuri was guessing he was in his late teens, though he wore an oversized beige trench coat that obscured the majority of his body, save for his porcelain hands, long-fingered and narrow and slender, resting on his lap.
Yuuri was instantly horrified. It was currently nearly eleven at night, and the Omega was outdoors at this late hour all by himself where any Alpha could just come along and prey on him? At the very least he should take precautions for himself like Yuuri did—he always carried a pepper spray on him when he left the house late to buy some snacks from 7-Eleven, and regularly took suppressants so that he could parade as a Beta. Besides, he was nowhere as exquisite in appearance as this Omega, so he had less to worry about.
He approached the Omega now, whose eyes flickered towards him, though the rest of his body remained oddly motionless. Yuuri found his breath catching when he saw what a piercing bright cerulean those eyes were.
Shit. If even Yuuri, an Omega in disguise, was entranced by those eyes, then it was needless to say how an Alpha would react!
“Hey,” Yuuri called, hurrying towards the Omega. “It’s dangerous to stay out here late!”
The Omega cocked his silvery head at Yuuri, who stopped before him, panting slightly from how fast he’d scurried towards the other male.
“You’re a sitting duck for any Alpha if you stay here like this!” Yuuri cried. “You should go home!”
The Omega continued staring up at Yuuri, blinking those huge baby blues slowly.
“Where’s your parents?” Yuuri urged. “Or do you have an Alpha partner who can come take your home?”
The Omega looked at Yuuri some more, then shook his head.
Oh, boy. Yuuri found his anxiety mounting. This was not good.
“Okay, how about I get you an Uber?” Yuuri persisted. “You should go home.”
The Omega shook his platinum head again, and the chilly night breeze stirred, long strands of his silken hair fluttering at the rippling of air. A few stray auburn leaves drifted past their heads from the tall, shadowy trees encompassing the park.
“I don’t want to,” he said, speaking for the first time.
Yuuri blinked. The other Omega had a soft, musical tenor voice that sounded like a gentle melody to his ears. His voice didn’t sound all that deep, which further sealed his conviction of the male’s Omegian status.
“What do you mean, you don’t want to?” Yuuri demanded, flabbergasted. “It’s dangerous!” The autumn breeze persisted, the iciness ghosting across Yuuri’s cherub cheeks, and he wondered if the other Omega’s coat managed to properly shield him from the cold at all.
Quickly, Yuuri unravelled the thick wool scarf around his neck, tugging the lengthy burgundy fabric away from himself.
Then he sat down beside the Omega and turned towards the fair-haired boy, the scarf in his hands.
The other Omega’s sapphire eyes widened when Yuuri started bundling the scarf around his slender milky neck.
“Don’t argue,” Yuuri commanded him when he opened his mouth to speak. “I live just by this block, so I can get out of the cold easily when I want to.”
The Omega relented, staring intently at him instead as Yuuri wound the scarf several times around his neck, his clumsy hands brushing the long gossamer strands of the Omega’s hair as he did so. Now that Yuuri could take a good look, he saw the exotic hair reached almost to the Omega’s waist.
“Look here,” Yuuri said, in the most no-nonsense voice he could muster. “It’s dangerous for an Omega like yourself to stay out here late without anyone accompanying you. You’re lucky I’m just a Beta. And—”
“What’s your name?”
Yuuri stopped, startled by the Omega’s offhand query.
“Er…Yuuri,” he said. “Now, look here, I wasn’t done talk—”
“Yu~uri!” the Omega brightened, his splendid cerulean blue eyes lighting up like stars as he pronounced Yuuri’s name in a singsong lilt. To Yuuri’s astonishment, the other Omega’s pink lips formed a distinct heart-shape as he broke into a beaming smile. “I like your name, Yuuri!”
Jesus. Could anyone be more Omegian-like?
“Thank you…” Yuuri muttered, unsure of the trajectory the conversation had taken an unexpected swerve towards. “Anyway, as I was sayi—”
“Will you be my friend, Yuuri?” the Omega asked.
Seriously! Didn’t the Omega understand the situation he was in?
“No, we can’t be friends,” Yuuri sighed. “Look here, you’re far too trusting for your own good. What if I was an Alpha, huh? Are you going to go around striking up a friendship with every stranger you see?”
To his incredulity, the Omega pouted.
"You don't like me?" he asked.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Yuuri groaned. "You're completely missing the point here. You can't just go around making friends with everyone you see! What if I had nefarious intentions?"
"Do you?" the Omega probed without missing a beat.
"Er, no, but—"
"Okay, then it's all good!" the Omega said radiantly. "Let's be friends, Yuuri!"
Yuuri wondered faintly to himself what he had just gotten into.
"Fine," he said. "On one condition. You have to go home. You can't stay out here like this. Where do you live?"
The Omega's sapphire eyes brightened again.
"Would you like to come to my place, Yuuri?" he cooed. "We can have a slumber party and share the same bed together."
Yuuri was half-considering bashing his head against the nearest wall he could find when a foreign gravelly voice spoke.
"Vitya."
Yuuri looked up, and barely bit back a shocked yelp. Looming in front of them was a giant of a man with a large, square face and grey hair surrounding the balding dome comprising the crown of his head. There was a severe, menacing expression on his face, and he wore a blazer over his massively beefy build, coupled with suit pants.
"Get—get away!" Yuuri gasped, a punch of fear going right to his belly. The newcomer was most definitely an Alpha, and his steely gaze was fixed on the silver-haired Omega. Impetuously, a panicked Yuuri reached his hand into the tote bag he was carrying and flung out his pepper spray towards the newcomer. "Don't come near him, or else!"
The giant raised a barely discernible brow, and then, unexpectedly, Yuuri felt the other Omega’s slender hand rest gently on his wrist.
“It’s all right, Yuuri,” the Omega said softly. “Yakov is my bodyguard.”
Yuuri turned to goggle in astonishment at him. The Omega had a bodyguard? No wonder he was so relaxed with his surroundings, since he was armed with the knowledge that he had protection. Yuuri couldn’t help a pang of envy; if he had a bodyguard too, he wouldn’t have to be so alert and wary all the time whenever he was outdoors.
He wouldn’t need his stupid pepper spray either.
“It’s time to go,” the giant named Yakov growled.
“All right, all right!” the Omega waved his hand flippantly at the older man. Yuuri stilled, however, as the cerulean eyes bored into his hazel ones. “I have to go now, Yuuri. It was wonderful meeting you.”
Yuuri managed a watery smile. “Yeah. It was nice meeting you too.”
He wasn’t sure if nice was the right word. Intense and peculiar would be better descriptions. Never in his life had he seen anyone as pretty or eccentric as this Omega. Despite his obvious Omegian traits, he seemed so...trusting, so oblivious, and so damned chipper.
“Wait,” Yuuri blurted, remembering something. “What’s your name? Vitya?”
The Omega smiled, rising from the bench.
“No, Yuuri,” he said. “I’m Viktor.” He touched the burgundy scarf around his neck with his long, fine fingers. “You don’t mind if I keep this for now, do you?”
Yuuri shook his head mechanically. “Nah,” he said. He was just glad the Omega was going home safely. “Keep it. See you, Viktor.”
Viktor’s smile widened ever-so faintly before he pivoted elegantly on his heel and followed after Yakov, who was already stomping off from the bench, his boots crunching the twig-scattered gravel noisily.
“Goodbye, Yuuri,” Viktor’s musical voice said softly. “I’ll see you again soon.”
Yuuri continued sitting on the bench, staring dumbly after the retreating figures in the distance, the hem of Viktor’s beige coat billowing from the breeze. Unlike his bodyguard, his footfalls were noiseless, like a cat's. By the time Yuuri grasped the implication in Viktor’s parting words, however, it was too late for him to call after him demanding what he really meant.
The figures were too far away, and as Yuuri stood up, an array of red leaves spiralled across his vision.
By the time the leaves had flown away, both figures had vanished completely, as if they had never been there in the first place.
"Your bodyguard?” Yakov demanded irritably from where he sat by the wheel inside the Mercedes Benz. “Seriously?”
“Now, now, don’t be so mean, Yakov,” Viktor chided as he shrugged off his beige overcoat, revealing the snug black shirt and black skinny jeans he wore underneath. Despite his lean form, his body was packed with sleek, sinuous muscle, his figure akin to a swimmer’s body with broad shoulders, solid biceps and a narrow waist. Tossing the coat aside and placing the burgundy scarf on the leather backseat beside him, he proceeded to tie up his long platinum hair in a high ponytail. “I take it you didn’t find Christophe?”
The flamboyant drug dealer had gone well into hiding since he had attempted to double-cross them—and failed.
Yakov eyed the other Alpha sourly in the rear-view mirror. “I searched his entire flat. He made a run for it. But that’s not his only residence. We’ll have to look through all of them—”
“Go ahead, but I highly doubt he’ll be in any of them,” Viktor said dismissively. “It’s all right. I’ll take care of this myself.”
Yakov narrowed his eyes. “What are you up to, Viktor?”
Viktor smiled as he picked up the burgundy scarf, coiling the ends of it gently around his long, nimble fingers. “I met a very adorable little thing today. He was just so cute, Yakov~”
The familiar heart-shaped smile had formed on his lips as he reminisced the encounter earlier, his big blue eyes dancing with admiration.
“That Beta?” Yakov deadpanned, remembering how the Beta, a short male with large hazel eyes and a cherubic face, had tried to protect Viktor.
If only he knew, Yakov thought ironically.
“Beta?” Viktor looked amused. “No, no. He’s an Omega through and through.”
“An Omega? But I didn’t smell anything.” Yakov paused. “Oh. Suppressants, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” Viktor hummed cheerfully, still studying the scarf in his hands.
“Well, he’s not usually your type,” Yakov noted, “but if you want to fuck him, then just fuck him already.”
His employer was not one who liked to hold back from obtaining what he wanted.
“Oh, yes, definitely in time,” Viktor said, lowering the scarf on his lap. His tenor voice had grown richer and lower, like that of crushed velvet. “But this one’s a little different.” His azure eyes gleamed.
“I think I want to play with him a little more first."