Do Over

“I…I can't breathe.”

Yuri's hoarse voice came weakly the moment he managed to turn his head away from the pillow beneath his head. He could hardly breathe properly with Gleb’s and gripping his throat and pushing his head into the pillow and he thrusts roughly into him from behind.

The entire master bedroom was suffocating and hot despite the weather, mixed with the thick scent of Gleb's pheromones overpowering Yuri's.

He flipped Yuri over on his back, and lifted one of his legs over his shoulders and continued thrusting, His eyes glazed over at the pleasure and omega pheromones seeping into his body.

"Fuck…” Gleb moaned, tightening his grip on Yuri's legs, his free hand moved to his limp penis, and he began rubbing the tip of Yuri's penis in a circular motion gently as he steadily rammed his hole.

Yuri shut his eyes tight, he could feel heat circulate through his body and down to his lower abdomen. His eyes rolled back into his skull despite the pain he was in.

"Gleb…” he cried out, his voice more raspy than usual. "Enough, I can't anymore.”

Gleb paid no heed to his words, instead he continued, pleasuring both himself and his omega, more shameless words left his lips, till he was so close.

"Ha…Ethan, fuck—”

Gleb stopped abruptly, his eyes squeezing painfully as the orgasm sank back and eventually faded.

Yuri froze as well, his flushed face shifting to a death stare the moment their eyes met, “What did you just say?” he asked quietly.

Gleb clicked his tongue in annoyance and shook his head, "Nothing, you misheard,” he said flatly and reached out to touch Yuri.

“No.” Yuri shoved his hand away. “Say it again.”

Gleb looked irritated now instead of apologetic.

Yuri sat up, “You called me Ethan."

“It slipped out,” Gleb said casually. He was glad Yuri was calm, and not as problematic as he was when sober. He would have had an earful. “Let's continue, it was just a drunk mistake."

“Oh, really?” Yuri laughed. “During sex?”

Gleb rolled his eyes like Yuri was being dramatic.

That made Yuri lose it, “You disgusting bastard.”

Gleb’s expression darkened immediately, “Watch your mouth.”

“No, you watch yours,” Yuri shot back. “You can’t even keep your lover’s name out of your head for a few seconds?”

Gleb shrugged casually, “This should be nothing new for you. You know how it is with my work, besides it's a one time thing.”

Yuri's heart sank. He looked up at Gleb speechless, his heart ached, but nothing ached more than his sore ass. If he wasn't trying to get out of having sex with Gleb, he would have already crumbled right now and broke down.

He scoffed, smiling bitterly. He was such a fool.

Seven years of commitment and even giving up his career because he couldn't afford to distract Gleb or pose as a threat to him.

"You're such an asshole.” He spat.

Gleb scoffed as well, already annoyed with himself for talking too much. “You know what?" He muttered as he released Yuri and straightened up. “You should be glad I'm not angry at the fact you can't bear a child."

Yuri froze, his face going pale, “…What?”

Gleb leaned down slightly, “You heard me.”

For a second Yuri genuinely thought he misheard. Of all the insults Gleb had thrown at him this was by far the worst.

Rage exploded inside Yuri so fast his vision blurred with tears, he sprang up, lifting his fists to hit Gleb. “You fucking psycho!—”

Before he could finish, Gleb grabbed his throat with his hands and shoved him back harder against the mattress.

“You keep pushing me and then act shocked when I react,” Gleb snapped. “This is exactly why no one likes you.”

Yuri scoffed, more provocative words on the tip of his tongue that soon vanished when Gleb's hand tightened around his throat.

He struggled violently, thrashing and clawing against Gleb's skin. “Get OFF me!”

Gleb kept talking over him.

“You’re exhausting, you embarrass me every time you open that filthy mouth of yours,.” Gleb said through gritted teeth, positioning his dick at Yuri's entrance. The Omega's eyes widened in horror. “The only thing you're good for is acting like the slut you are. Omegas like you are worthless and you should be doing your best to satisfy me, not give me a headache!”

“Ethan would never—”

Yuri completely lost it. He managed to knee Gleb hard enough for the alpha to loosen his grip for one second. Then he shoved him away violently and stumbled off the bed, nearly falling over.

His heart raced, and his throat hurt from all the screaming —and now he was fighting back tears. He swallowed the bile in his throat and pulled the collar around his neck off.

“Asshole….” He mummured, brushed back the strands of hair over his face, hurriedly grabbed his clothes from the floor while Gleb cursed behind him.

“Yuri!” he reached out to touch him scrambling off the bed as well but Yuri slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Stop acting dramatic, get back in bed..”

Yuri barked out a laugh while pulling his shirt over his head. “Dramatic?!” he screamed, his voice cracking the more he tried to hold back his tears. “You called me another person’s name while screwing me and then you call me infertile!”

Gleb looked more annoyed than guilty. He followed Yuri out of the room and grabbed his arm roughly but received a heavy blow to the side of his head that got him staggering back.

Yuri grabbed his car keys from the kitchen table with shaking hands. “Go to Ethan,” he spat. “Since he’s apparently so perfect, I'm done! I've had enough.”

Hee stormed out, ignoring Gleb's shout behind him.

By the time he reached the underground parking lot, his hands were trembling so badly he almost dropped his car keys.

God everything ached so bad he could barely walk straight, and the alcohol Gleb made him drink was not helping matters at all.

‘Seven years, seven damn years and for what?’

Yuri laughed maniacally as he climbed into his driver's seat and slammed the door shut. He glanced at the elevator, Gleb was already coming down.

Just then…

“…Yuri?” Yuri froze and a chill ran up his spine. "Yuri Jang, it's really you.”

His gaze moved to the mirror overhead and he was met with crazed manic eyes of one of Gleb's fans.

“Wh..what the fuck are you doing in my….” the sound of a gunshot rang out, and the last thing Yuri felt was immense pain in his chest, followed by a quick jab to the side of his neck before his car door flung open and his body slumped to the ground.

He barely had any time to process what was going on, as he choked on his blood, his hands weakly moving to his throat to stop the blood flow. He couldn't feel a thing, and his vision was slowly fading.

The last thing he saw was a masked man towering above him, then the scent of incense and a subtle hint of whiskey. He also felt his body being lifted off the ground before everything went dark, filled with complete unbearable silence.

—---

“…Yuri.”

“Yuri sweetheart, Can you hear me?"

His eyes snapped open, a shrill gasp left his throat accompanied by the sound of a glass shattering the moment he opened his eyes. His hands flew to his throat and his head, he was panting and sweating profusely.

He wheezed like he was trying to breathe. Then a hand touched his back making him flinch and move away in panic.

His bloodshot wide eyes, already filling up with tears as panic washed over him suddenly went still when his gaze settled on his mother's face. Her beautiful face filled with worry and glossy eyes.

Yuri looked at the person standing beside her, it was his father, worry painting his features.

He instantly turned around, his eyes darting around the place, then his face went pale.

People dressed exquisitely in the hall outside the room they were in. Soft music playing, and….he looked down at his hand, he was wearing a white suit.

And on his fingers was an engagement ring.