Arthur wasn't sure whether or not the omega had kept it a secret on purpose or whether or not he thought his phrasing made it obvious, but there was no looking past it. Mr. Archaeologist was some prince who wanted nothing to do with him but father dearest was commanding him to mate with some strange alpha who'd just popped out of a time capsule of sorts mere days ago.
No wonder Alfred was so indignant.
He had realized that he had a lot of questions for Alfred, so he sat and waited. Luckily he needn't wait very long as the door slid open and the young man in question walked in with what Arthur could only fathom to call a floating waiter's tray. The tray was somehow commanded to settle on the near desk as Alfred walked alongside it, looking more interested in the food than in Arthur.
Arthur was beginning to get sick of these weird little games and sulks. "I know it is you who is the prince." He bluffed. "Look, if you hate me just say it already." He told the other, irritated. He was tired of being on his best behaviour just because he was at the mercy of others. He just wanted to be himself again.
The omega looked at him, eyes unreadable, so Arthur continued. "You're obviously unhappy that I'm here. I don't know what I did to upset you so much, but I'm barely able to understand what's going on half the time as it is so I really can't do much about it."
"You are talking a lot more now..." Alfred pointed out, face drawn. He was picking at some food on the table idly.
Arthur wasn't sure what to say to that, but the omega spoke again.
"I do not hate you. You are my project. I was one who want to bring you back..."
"Then why--,"
"We did not know you were alpha." Alfred was staring up at the wall. "None of other people were alpha."
Ah, so he was some big discovery then. That would explain... a couple things, he supposed.
"Father and brother had political unions with other omega already, but I do not. So they want me to be the one to..."
Arthur listened, giving Alfred his full attention. When the omega looked at him, he seemed to hesitate before continuing with the translated ramblings.
"I do not know the big deal of alpha. So what! You are great and special. Yes, yes..." Alfred was now pacing. "I just want to study past but now I am expected to... to breed. With my body."
The alpha tried to muffle a small laugh but the omega caught it all the same. Before he could get angry, Arthur spoke, "Do you want to know why alphas are a big deal in the past?" He asked, standing.
"... Why?" Alfred began to look wary as Arthur approached him.
Perhaps he was taking this a bit far, but he was an alpha and this was just how they were. He gently cupped the back of Alfred's head and pulled him forward so that his face was buried in Arthur's neck.
At first the omega tensed and almost seemed ready to move away, which Arthur would have allowed, but then he relaxed... and the alpha mused that he was spurred on by curiosity.
Arthur couldn't help feeling intoxicated by the omega scent and he nuzzled the prince's neck, lightly grazing his teeth over that soft skin. He heard a soft gasp part with Alfred's lips and he started to kiss and suckle gently at the curve where his neck met shoulder.
Using every bit of self control he had, Arthur pulled away.
Alfred was standing there, face bright red and audibly panting. There was a dazed look in his eyes and Arthur would have bet his next meal that the poor thing was likely hard. The omega eventually rose his eyes to meet Arthur's and there was a strange look in them.
Something like... exhilaration. A spark. Possibly need. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, however, replaced by curiosity.
"What was... that?" Alfred asked, voice breathless. It was a voice that made Arthur want to pin him to the bed and fuck him right there.
... He was in a little over his head here.
"If you stay near me you'll feel like you want to do that more and more." Arthur said honestly. "You know about pheromones and hormones...?"
Alfred frowned and picked up his tablet from the desk. Tapping at it, his expression shifted to one of embarrassment. "Yes... I know those things."
"They're like drugs. They'll make you want to breed. Don't you ever go into heat?"
The omega shook his head. "We use medicine to avoid heat."
"Heat is what produces babies. It's like a drug and it feels good enough that it kept convincing people to make more people." Arthur tried to explain.
Alfred was staring at him. "What is it you try to prove? I do not want to make a baby with you. I do not want to breed. I just want to study you."
Arthur felt agitation rise to the surface. "I never asked for this-- believe me-- but why is it that you're so opposed to it all?"
"I do not need to tell you that." Alfred countered, beginning to get angry. "I said no! That should be enough!"
Ah, there it was. Arthur felt sheepish and toyed with his sleeve. He hadn't meant to press the issue so hard, but now that he was here... Alfred was right. He had said no. And despite the circumstances, he was a gentleman and he was in the care of this omega. He took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll stop."
Alfred stared at him, startled.
"You do not want me, yet I am here. I won't invade your space. I won't court you. I won't make you feel uncomfortable on purpose. I'll respect your boundaries." Arthur looked at him with as much sincerity as he could muster. Alphas were good leaders and would willfully lead their omega partners as best they could, but Alfred didn't want that and Arthur couldn't justify pressing the matter further.
He hadn't expected any particular reaction to that, but Alfred seemed to wilt slightly, the fire gone.
Things were legitimately awkward after that. Alfred had explained to Arthur that they had to share this room, which was an agreement the prince apparently had with his father. Arthur hadn't met the man himself, but he didn't really feel he had any choice in the matter-- he couldn't even figure out how he was supposed to open the door.
So that night, when Alfred had fallen asleep while reading on his bed, tablet resting gently on his chest and rising with each breath, Arthur felt too out of place to wake him in order to ask where he should sleep.
Tired and homesick, he found a spot on the floor away from the other male and tried to get some sleep. Somehow, the whole thing reminded him of the night his brothers had locked him out of the house, so he'd run off into the woods and slept in a faerie circle with the hope that the creatures would come and take him away. He had woken in the morning damp from rain and stiff.
It wasn't one of his best memories, but he'd take what he could get.
When he woke again, it was to the sound of fighting. Groaning slightly, he sat up and noticed with some surprise that at some point a heavy blanket had been placed over him. He hadn't much time to think about that as he looked up and saw...
Alfred bickering with... a mirror image of himself at the door.
No... the second one looked slightly different. And was wearing something that looked like a business suit but... not quite...
It felt too early and there was not enough tea in his system to deal with this. He yawned and went to lay back down again--
But a hand grabbed him and yanked him into a standing position. Arthur was too alarmed and bleary-eyed to comprehend what was happening before he was dragged over and discarded onto the bed. He blinked, fully awake now, and looked up at the not-Alfred who was yelling at Alfred and gesturing at Arthur and really he had no idea what they were saying but, god damn it, they were loud.
This must have been Alfred's brother.
Even in the future, siblings were the same, huh?
The look alike seemed to give up on Alfred and instead turned to slightly wary Arthur. "You. Sleep." He told him. "Bed. No floor." His sentences were curt and concise but got the point across. "Alfred bad."
Alfred yelled something and Arthur amused himself with the idea that the majority of it was likely modern day curse words. It seemed the new Alfred was getting sick of whatever it was the other Alfred was saying, so he grabbing Arthur's arm and pulled him along, ignoring the other's protests as he lead the alpha out of the room and down the hall. They shortly came to another room, this one much neater, and the new omega shut the door before Alfred could follow them inside.
Arthur was completely lost here.
"Matthew." The omega said, extending his hand for Arthur to shake. Arthur did so, confused.
"Arthur."
"Yes." Matthew said, as if to say, 'I know.' The omega took off his glasses and rubbed at his temple, looking frustrated. He gestured to the door. "Careless." He said.
... whether or not he meant his actions or Alfred's, Arthur was uncertain.
"Sit. Drinks?" The omega asked, waving to a chair. Arthur took it if only because standing didn't seem quite as appealing.
"Tea?"
"Yes." Matthew said, before touching his ear--a device, perhaps?--and saying something in that other language. He lowered his hand and went to sit wearily on the bed. It wasn't an invitation-- it was just the only other space to sit in the room. "Idiot." Matthew said, pointing to the door.
That seemed a little harsh. "Why?"
The omega paused. "You..." He frowned, sighed, and pulled out a tablet. After typing something for a minute or so, he very carefully read, "He made you sleep on the floor. You are a treasure to this family... and he made you sleep on the floor like an animal."
The non-broken English surprised and delighted Arthur, despite the fact that it seemed Matthew had translated it. He laughed, feeling a good deal of relief for it.
Matthew just stared at him, turning slightly red from embarrassment. He tapped out something and read, "Is the translation bad?"
"No!" Arthur exclaimed. "No, it's wonderful. Good-- it's very good." He knew that Matthew probably couldn't follow along spoken English as easily, but at the way his face lit up it became apparent that he had understood.
Tap tap tap. "Does anything hurt?"
It took Arthur a moment, "From sleeping on the floor?"
"Yes."
"No, I'm alright."
"Good."
Matthew looked far more calm now, looking Arthur over. He sighed and the tapping started again. "He gave you that to wear?"
"Yes?"
Another sigh and Matthew rolled his eyes. He looked back to his tablet. "Alfred is an idiot." He read, sounding almost apologetic.
"Is this clothing bad?"
Matthew shook his head and read, "No, just very plain and inexpensive."
"I don't mind."
"I do." Matthew told him.
Suddenly Arthur realized that he had access to someone who seemed to know far more about what was going on than he did and he asked the first thing that came to his mind, "Why do you want Alfred to mate with me?"
The omega just looked at him for a long moment before reluctantly turning back to his tablet. "Alfred is very lonely and I think what he wants from this is a friend." Matthew said, the honesty wholly unexpected. "The whole world is watching him now, expecting him to bear alpha children..." Another pause. "He never wanted to be royalty, he just wanted to do what he wanted, but now he has no choice in the matter. He can't be an archaeologist if he is just mothering children."
So... that was it.
Arthur was a death sentence to him.
The alpha felt an undeniable lump in his throat and suddenly he felt terrible for his actions yesterday. He never should have teased the omega like that... by showing him that his own body could betray him if he stopped resisting.
His own body could destroy his dreams.
"You look sad." Matthew said.
Arthur looked up at him slowly. "... Why does it have to be him and not someone willing?"
Matthew frowned and tapped something before reading, "It is important to the people that royal blood is used. Father will not allow you into the hands of another noble family since you are a treasure. Nor will he allow your DNA to be taken for alpha production. He wants all alphas to be bred naturally by," Matthew made a face, "love."
And Alfred had said that the only other options were already in politically important relationships...
A silence fell over them as Matthew simply watched him, fascinated in the same way those scientists had been. When the door trilled and a floating tray entered carrying tea, a livid Alfred strode in after it.
Arthur didn't resist as he was dragged back to the other omega's room, as though he were a toy that the children had squabbled over.
This story is absolute amazing! Each chapter I'm just loving every second of it! I just love how you write Arthur and Alfred here. And the future! Just everything is so fantastic! Thank you for amazing updates!
I'm in awe. I've been reading this since the beginning. I love it. It is unique, a vastly different take from the omega=verse stories that I've read so far. You're doing a pretty good job with your interpretation of the OP's prompt. You reveal details little by little as Arthur learns them. I like that. And, anticipate reading the next updates. I hope it is soon. :)
As promised, Arthur kept himself in line around Alfred. He didn't get too close to the omega, he didn't allow himself to admire the boy's appearance, he didn't make any attempt at courtship, instinct driven or no, and he didn't fight for dominance.
He had not known many alphas in the past that had his level of self-control, but he was a gentleman and a gentleman never pushed himself on another. His mother had taught him that and he had held it dearly to his heart along with her memory.
The problem was... Alfred wasn't nearly as aware of himself as Arthur was. And after the fiasco with Matthew finding him sleeping on the floor, Alfred had begrudgingly made him share a bed with him. It was completely obvious that he didn't want to, but that was neither here nor there. Alfred had no choice and Arthur had even less of one so it was not really something he was fond of worrying himself over.
Alfred, on the other hand...
The first night they had fallen asleep awkwardly, both on opposite sides of the bed-- pretty much as far away from each other as they could manage without falling off.
Arthur had woken up quite close to where he had fallen asleep.
Arthur had woken up with a sleeping omega sprawled practically on top of him, one hand even going so far as to be up his shirt.
There had been a lot of strange, foreign yelling that morning as Alfred had gone back and forth between yelling at him, yelling at him in English, and apologizing in English, face red all the while. Arthur had been particularly embarrassed too, but as it was quite obvious that it wasn't his fault he couldn't really do anything about it...
They had ended up deciding to forget about the whole thing, although that night going to sleep was even more tense than the first had been.
And then it had happened again, this time the omega spooning him from behind with his face buried in the short hair at the back of Arthur's neck.
Rinse, repeat.
The third morning Arthur had awoken to Alfred nipping affectionately at his neck in his sleep and that was the morning that he had decided enough was enough.
Despite Alfred's reluctance, he had requested to speak to Matthew. The omega had guided him to the other room, this time eager to sit in on the conversation.
"We can't be in the same bed together." Arthur began, looking dead serious at Matthew.
Matthew pursed his lips, threw Alfred a questioning look, and then turned back to Arthur, "Why?" He didn't even need his tablet to ask that. (Apparently dead language was a class the two had taken together, but Alfred had gone on to study intermediate levels while Matthew had only taken it to fulfill some sort of requirement.)
"Alfred is grabby." Arthur explained. Both brothers looked confused. "Er... Alfred ends up on my side of the bed every morning." He tried to clarify.
Matthew's face lit up as Alfred's fell.
"You do not tell him that!" Alfred exclaimed as the other brother openly laughed.
Tap, tap. "When we were young," Matthew began, "he would cuddle me every morning." He agreed.
"Obviously this is a little different." Arthur pointed out. The tablet-bearing omega hummed in thought. "This is about a bit more than just wanting comfort."
"I know." Matthew read. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Yes, why?" Alfred said bitterly, but there was curiosity in his eyes too.
"Considering the burden it is to Alfred, I thought I might request either a second bed be placed in the room or I be placed in a different room entirely." Arthur said, thinking the solution was simple. He would have taken the floor but that hadn't exactly been well-received the first time.
"No." Matthew said easily. And then he read, "Father will be angry. You must both share a bed."
"Might I speak to him...?" Arthur asked cautiously. The answer he got was just the one he had expected--
Both brothers gave a very emphatic, "No!"
"..." Arthur looked between the two, the silence all the questioning they needed.
"Father is..." Matthew trailed off, looking at his tablet. "Father is a very sexual person and he is interested in you but he wants to remain loyal to his female omega partner so avoiding that temptation is for the best."
Ah, so it was something like that then.
"Father too dangerous." Alfred snuffed a sound of laughter. "Even father knows it."
"You must be exaggerating..." Arthur said, prodding for more information.
Matthew looked torn but finally settled on, "He has a drinking problem. We do really think it's best you do not meet him until after you are mated." Alfred looked irritated at the insinuation that he would mate.
Defeated, Arthur sighed. "Alright. Well... it was worth a try. Thank you for your time, Matthew." The omega in question gave him a nod of 'you're welcome' as Alfred eagerly dragged the alpha back to his own room.
Arthur was beginning to suspect that with the lack of alphas in the world, omegas had picked up the role of being territorial. It would explain a lot about Alfred, for one.
"So you do not like sleeping next to me?" Alfred asked haughtily once they were back to the other room, reminding Arthur of an over-emotional housewife. "I bother you?"
"No." Arthur replied, not really in the mood for Alfred's nagging.
"Then why ask brother for new bed?"
"You," Arthur began, jabbing an acquisitive finger at the omega, "have made it quite clear that you do not want to mate so I was just trying to accommodate that and give you space."
Alfred gave an indignant sniff. "I am fine. I have complete control."
"No. No, you really don't." Arthur rebutted. "One of these mornings I'll wake up with your hand down my pants and then what?" Alfred looked vaguely scandalized at the accusation but Arthur didn't give him a chance to speak, "I'm doing what I can to help you, but even I can't control myself if things go too far. I already have enough trouble as it is with being in a room that smells so strongly of you that it's hard to think. What are you going to do if you get me riled up? And I pin you down? What then?"
"Then do not do that." Alfred insisted.
"It's not that easy!" Arthur nearly snarled, the noise making Alfred instinctively shrink back and tilt his head. It was a funny move for someone who was wholly unaware that he had just made a very submissive gesture instinctively. "Omegas were rare in my timeline and even then they were kept safe from alphas. Alphas are dangerous. I am dangerous. Your pheromones mess with my head. Every part of me screams for me to court you and every part of you wants that to happen-- it's just biology. If you don't understand that, educate yourself! I don't want to hurt you... I'm trying my best here..."
Feeling the adrenaline pooling up in him, Arthur just wanted to fight something. Anything. Not Alfred, of course, but another alpha. He was too worked up and part of his body was taking the opportunity to point out that maybe if he showed his superiority over another alpha, Alfred would take him more seriously. It was a stupid part of his brain--an animal part--but it was there all the same. So he just kept pacing, restless.
Alfred was silent, watching him with wide eyes. He didn't seem afraid just...
Just subdued.
Eventually he left the room and Arthur tore into one of the pillows on the bed, fighting it childishly until he managed to tire himself out.
The room was covered in scraps of some kind of strange pillow foam.
Yay!! An amazingly long update!! What an excellent way to end the weekend!!
Ah, I love Matthew! Him being the level headed mediator between the two is so fitting. And is that Francis I spy as the King? Brilliant! Alfred's reasoning is totally legit and yet I just can't wait for Arthur to bend him over mmm… Speaking of our darling Arthur, his Alpha freak out at Alfred was simply delicious and Alfred's unconscious submissive reaction was gold! The idea that omegas have developed some territorial characteristics in response to the lack of Alphas is a great bit of the awesome world building you've got going on. As always, can't wait for the next update!!
After his fit, Arthur had taken the time to pile the little scraps of pillow into a neat pile, balancing the smaller pieces on top of the larger pieces. It was a tower. A tower made from his own destructive tendencies. It didn't help the urge to pace after he had regained some of his energy, but it had helped distract him for a time.
Alfred had come back after around two hours carrying an armload of... books. Or so they looked like books. From glancing at one of the ones of the shelf once, Arthur had realized quickly that he didn't even know how they worked and that wasn't something you could say about real, paper books.
Paper books didn't have lights and on / off buttons and pages that you could stick your hand through without ripping. Nor did they have sounds. Or videos. Or projections.
Whatever they were, Alfred had apparently helped himself to acquiring some new ones.
The omega was staring down at the little tower of fluff with an expression on his face that Arthur fondly dubbed, 'What hast thou done to my pillow?' It seemed, however, that the omega was simply going to choose not to ask. He dumped his future-books on the desk and activated a machine that immediately began to collect the scraps of mess on the floor.
Arthur bid a fond farewell to Mount Rage Vent.
... Christ, he really was going insane here.
"You say research? I can learn now." Alfred patted his tower of books.
Arthur picked himself up off from where he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor and flopped gracelessly onto the bed, face down, without responding. It was childish, certainly, but his self-control was abysmally low right now and dealing with Alfred earlier had not ended well.
It was a right and proper sulk, it was.
He heard silence for a minute before the mattress sunk down next to him. Looking up, he saw sky blue eyes behind almost invisible lenses.
... He missed the sky.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked, looking legitimately concerned.
Considering that he was prickling with energy, "No, not particularly."
"... Sick?"
"No. I just..." Arthur wasn't quite sure himself so he struggled to put it together in his own head before settling on, "I really, really want some kind of physical activity."
Alfred turned scarlet.
"No! I mean... running or... sports or... swimming... biking... something. I just can't be in this room all the time. I need fresh air. I feel pent up. I just can't be in a room like this all the time." He knew he was repeating himself, but his mind was looping thoughts and the omega scent was just so bloody strong...
The blush already beginning to fade, Alfred made a face of understanding. "Pillow?" He murmured.
"Yes... That, uh... Sorry." Arthur grumbled, but it was sincere.
Alfred shrugged, but there was an enchanted look on his face. "So alpha need lots of 'physical activity'?" He said, using Arthur's own words uncertainly.
"I never really thought so but... yes." Sort of like how a dog required walking but he wasn't really going to tell it to Alfred like that. He didn't want to paint himself as even more of a pet.
He wasn't even sure they had dogs in the future.
Alfred hummed in thought, silent for a time. "You want to go outside now?" He asked.
"Oh god, yes."
There was a sun. There was an actual, real sun in the sky. Arthur almost couldn't believe it.
They had gone out to a near courtyard that was empty of people. It had strange plants and pathways that looked made out of light rather than any natural substance, but he didn't really care. There was a high wall all the way around it, so it was obviously some private feature of the palace. It must have been fairly safe to bring him here, because Alfred didn't even bother putting a leash on him.
Instead the omega was sitting on a step, watching him like a hawk.
Arthur didn't care. When he looked up at the sky it looked like a real sun and a blue, blue, blue on forever sky with a single, puffy white cloud. He never thought he would be this happy just to be outside. He didn't know if it was real or some strange illusion, but it hardly mattered. It looked like the sun and that was enough to him.
Brimming with energy, he started to sprint around the fountains and planters in laps. He had been in cross-country in high school when he was younger-- competing with the other alphas for speed, challenging himself to navigate dirt and mud and rock, testing his agility in the safety of his beloved forests in his own free time.
Initially he hadn't been certain that these strange pants-shoes could take it, but they breathed easily, the shoes offering the support of a professional athletic shoe and so, reassured, he let himself loose.
He was out of practice and much slower than he used to be, but that mattered very little. For the first time since he had woken up, he felt genuinely good. Muscles singing and endorphins pumping through him, he worked up a sweat he was quite proud of and explored the courtyard at the same time.
The strange light paths left ripples in his wake as though he were walking on water, amusing him all the more.
After about an hour, he had finally had his fill.
At some point Alfred had taken to looking at his tablet, probably bored, but as Arthur approached him the omega looked up.
And a flush rose to his face as he just stared at Arthur.
Having worked through his excess energy, the alpha felt like he was riding a high and he was much more relaxed, but moreover the air had cleared his head and he could see right away that something was a little off with Alfred.
Still panting from exertion, Arthur gave the other a breathless laugh. "Bored?" He asked, his bangs slicked wet to his forehead with sweat. He probably looked terrible at this point.
At the sound of his voice the omega jerked suddenly to his feet. Alfred seemed to be openly struggling with something and Arthur immediately became concerned.
"Are you alright?" He asked, stepping towards him.
For a fearful moment the omega almost looked faint before he stumbled and righted on his own feet. Shaking his head vigorously, Alfred was taking deep, forced breaths. He suddenly trained his eyes of Arthur, the gaze intense.
The flush on the others face looked less like embarrassment and more like...
Oh. Oh.
Arthur jerked back, but it was too late. Alfred went to grab his arm and, conflicted, Arthur stopped moving. He was covered in his own sweat-- alpha sweat. God, what had he been thinking?
"Y- you..." Alfred began, but his voice was heavy and tight, as though the omega was having trouble breathing.
"Look, you should really step away from me right n-- mmph!" The omega was pressing his lips to his and Arthur felt a visceral ripple go through his body as his entire nervous system fired off at once.
And just like that he was pressing back-- dominating, teeth and tongue and his sweaty body feverishly grasping at Alfred's, hands everywhere and nowhere. And Alfred was responding in kind but submissively, body limp and lithe in his grasp as the omega gave in to every desire his body must have been crying for. They ended up stumbling into a wall, Alfred's back pressed against it as Arthur took to exploring his face and his neck with his lips, teasing flesh with his canine teeth and leaving marks that wouldn't fade for a week.
Mine.
His thoughts were racing as strong fingers clutched needy at his back.
Mine. Mine, mine, m--
Arthur shoved Alfred away suddenly, gasping for a breath of air as he stumbled backwards. He was indescribably hard, his body pulsing to reconnect as though they were magnets, but Arthur's mind was racing.
No, no, no, no no no no no no...
Alfred didn't want this. Alfred didn't want this. Alfred didn't want this.
Hahaha Alphas require exercise like dogs. That made me chuckle A!A. And the image of Arthur running through the pavilion was lovely but the star or this update was the awesome make out scene!! Hickeys? So hot!! But Arthur ran... I wonder what trouble he's going to get into smelling of alpha in a world filled with omegas!
Oh dear, he really is kind of like a dog. I thought the pillow thing was adorable, just like my friend's terrier.
And ha ha, at least Alfred had the sense to take him to a private park - I can't imagine the chaos that would ensue if there had been a lot of other omegas at that park, all swooning away (or perhaps trying to get in the way) as Arthur did his laps.
This is such a great fill - great job, authoranon!
oh my, that end really breaks my heart for these two. It's kind of obvious that Arthur has feelings for Alfred here. Maybe he should court Alfred at least show he not looking to breed him. That he truly care, other then that I just truly love how you write these characters and there realistic struggle. Bravo!
Question can male omega and female omega give birth naturally? How are babies made in this future?
It's not really a spoiler, so I will say that one of the reasons Alfred is so freaked out by the idea of breeding naturally is because in this future humans are actually grown from the genetic material of two parents. Child bearing is considered painful, barbaric, and generally unpleasant and there are many ways around doing it that people are more than willing to opt for. Additionally, it allows for better surveillance of the fetus and parents enjoy being able to actually see the living creature that was grown from them.
Male omegas can't produce proper sperm, but they do produce some sperm. It's sort of evolution's clumsy way of differentiating the sexes, but from what they do produce it can be used with a female or male omega's egg to create a baby. It's just that in practical application an omega male could never actually impregnate anyone. Too much sperm is required to ensure fetilization and that's why alphas are ideal for the process-- they just keep going and going, like the goddamn energizer bunny. But with in vitro fertilization it's actually very easy. (Female omega to female omega is possible utilizing bone marrow but it's not as reliable and can often have unforeseen complications. Additionally, it's much more expensive.)
Part of Alfred's family's royal status is that their current line is omega only. If omegas combine sperm and egg they have an incredibly high chance of producing omegas. If a beta is born it becomes subservient to the other omega children. (Not a happy political implication, but still.) Beta children from omega parents are incredibly rare, however.
Omegas are the modern leaders, therefore in high-ranking positions you'll see the majority of people being omega. Omega-only lines are not hard to find but they often have a good deal of wealth and thus education and thus high positions in society. The social structure feeds into itself.
Bonus: Having an alpha around used to be a very important status symbol before they went extinct.
Bonus Bonus: What happens when you keep breeding omegas with omegas?
Arthur's turns of phrase made me fall in love with this fill. The effort he makes to keep Alfred comfortable is admirable. Alfred is just so overwhelmed and out of his league in understanding. No one has any idea! Not really. I love that about this fill. Alfred should take initiative and ask his resident Alpha about what might happen, what Alphas are about and so forth now that one is alive and kicking in his world. I'm waiting for the awkward sit down chat between them. That whole last scene from Arthur running to the making out was hot, very enjoyable.
I also echo the question of a previous anon about baby making in this future time.
When Arthur had run he hadn't paid any mind to the direction, simply letting his feet carry him away from the omega who had made his mind shut down with lust and his body ache with need. He soon realized he was in the palace, loose, and completely lost, but for some reason he just kept running, even past the surprised shouts of what looked to be maids and servants if their garb was any indication.
It was when he had rounded a corner that he had finally stopped running, but that was because a warm body had made him stop.
Or rather, he had collided with someone--an omega, of course--and had reeled back in a flailing, surprised mess before landing hard on his arse.
The shock from the fall dazed him slightly, but the one thing he did notice was that, unlike himself, the other figure hadn't fallen over. Looking up, he offered a thoroughly winded, "A- apologies..."
The man stared down at him and Arthur figured he must have been quite a few years older than himself. He was blond and blue-eyed, like Alfred, but his hair was significantly longer and it curled around his neck from where it was bundled back with an elaborate pin. His clothing looked far more regal than anything Arthur had seen thus far, but his mind was working at a snail's pace and he couldn't really make anything of it.
Those cool blue eyes were looking at him, studying, before the poised man leaned forward to offer him the aid of a gloved hand. Arthur took it, feeling childish and stupid all at once.
It seemed the man understood his circumstances, for he turned on his heel and made a short gesture for Arthur to followed. Lost, the alpha felt compelled to listen.
The man led him into a near room and all at once Arthur was hit in the face with steam and fragrance. Blinking away the fog, he saw a sprawling indoor bath before him. Its make seemed like an awkward combination of modern and old era England, majestic, digital lions posing as fountains but occasionally yawning or scratching lazily at an ear...
And then the man left him there, just like that, having not spoken a single word.
Arthur was fairly certain this was a polite way of saying, 'You smell.' in universal language.
Still, he wasn't about to ignore the invitation for a bath and the man had been so regal that it must have been acceptable for him to be here.
Sure, he'd go with that.
Not having a better plan, he found some assorted soap-like bottles in a basket off to the side and took them with him as he stripped down and stepped into the bath. He had no idea what the proper protocol was for sitting down in a steaming tub the size of two or three suburban pools, but since no one was in here that meant no one was here to see him break said protocol.
He had no idea what possessed him to simply accept all of this, sinking down into the warm water with a deep feeling of gratitude. His muscles were already beginning to ache a touch from the running he had done, which was wholly unsurprising if his physical endurance had been compromised at all by his freeze. He may have even pushed himself too far, but he didn't feel any obvious strain so...
Letting his thoughts drift, he leaned on his forearms on the tiled step, resting his head on them as he simply tried to relax. The bath must have been well-maintained, because it didn't smell too heavily of anything in particular-- omegas included.
It was when he heard a soft click that he was roused from his dozing--something he really shouldn't have been doing in the bath as it were. Looking up, he saw Alfred's familiar figure. Arthur hesitated, a myriad of emotions welling up in him, but he simply... let it all go and relaxed. He couldn't spend his entire life stressed out by the mere sight of the omega. And really he had to credit it all to the bath, which was soothing him tremendously.
Really, he simply didn't have any energy left to fight any of this, Alfred included.
It wasn't until he heard the ruffling of clothing that Arthur looked up again, this time to the sight of Alfred in nothing but a towel.
His throat went dry, but all questions as to whether or not the omega realized he was here fled him as the one in question turned to look straight at him.
And then approached him.
In nothing but a towel.
"W- wha--,"
"Father told I join you here." Alfred said, and Arthur had to wonder if the omega's English was getting worse over time or if he was just putting less thought into his words. His bet was on the latter. The omega avoided eye contact as he lowered himself into the bath mere meters away. He threw Arthur a glance, but lingered before turning his head away with a jerk. "Towel...?" He asked.
Oh, so Arthur should have been wearing one of those...? The alpha blushed hard, turning away since Alfred apparently couldn't be trusted to not look on his own. "I... don't know how this bath works. I'm sorry..."
There was a pregnant pause, but Alfred's face was red and he was struggling to bring words forth as his lips moved but nothing came out. Finally, "Can I see it?"
Arthur's mind was blank. "See... what?"
"..." Alfred stared straight ahead, but rigidly said, "You say I need learn more about alpha..."
Oh. Oh.
Alfred wanted to see his penis.
... Well then.
"Are you completely sure about this?" Arthur asked, incredulous and voice tight.
Alfred gave a jerk of a nod, looking at the alpha out of the corner of his eye.
He felt like a primary school child all over again. 'Show me yours; I'll show you mine.' eh...?
Except that he knew, in theory, what an omega looked like and he really needn't see it for himself.
"Alright." Arthur relented, steeling himself. He was an alpha. An omega had just asked to see his cock. How the bloody hell could he refuse that kind of challenge? He stood up in the bath water, fully exposed, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Considering that Alfred had complete permission to look now, he did so, face redder than Arthur had ever seen it before. Still, those blue eyes were tracing his length--he was average for an alpha, even he would admit, but compared to an omega perhaps that might seem impressive?--and resting on the subtly swelled base.
"I... remember that." Alfred said, voice completely choked with embarrassment. "I thought... I thought you sick but... book say that is a 'knot'?"
"Yes."
Alfred looked disappointed. "Book say it was bigger."
"Oh, it gets bigger." Arthur said, feeling almost shameless as he continued. "It swells up three or four times that size inside an omega during heat to lock the two bodies together."
The omega was looking at him with awe. "Omega breaks!" He balked.
Arthur sat down, almost amused by the vague look of disappointment that flickered over Alfred's face. "No, the omega body can adapt to it. I've heard it feels quite pleasurable." Oh lord, that sounded like a proposition, didn't it? He cleared his throat slightly and looked away, but he had this fear that only made the insinuation worse.
"I do not want to breed." Alfred said tersely,
"I know." Arthur replied.
There was a tense silence between the two and Arthur realized that he really wasn't affected by the omega's presence. In fact... he couldn't even smell him at this distance, the fragrance in the air too heady and strong. Considering Alfred's willingness to come in here, he suspected that was on purpose.
Still it was a relief... being able to talk like this without biology involved.
"But..." Alfred continued, breaking the silence. Arthur looked at him and found the omega to be curled in on himself slightly, drawing circles in the water, "father want us a couple even if not breed."
This wasn't news to Arthur, so he didn't know what to say.
"Does it bother you?"
The alpha shrugged, "I have no choice." He said honestly.
Alfred looked slightly upset, "That not what I asked."
Arthur hesitated, looking down at the water. To be completely honest, he couldn't say objectively how he felt about this situation. He had no idea how much of his attraction was his body manipulating him and how much of it was because he liked the other boy, but... he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "I... do not dislike the idea." He said slowly, trying to work around the concept in his head. "You are not unpleasant. I don't find myself particularly bothered by you. You enjoy learning as did I, so I'm certain we have common ground." He watched the water rippling around him, feeling off balance. "This world... is hard for me to understand. I'll need some time to figure it out... as well as to figure myself out."
The omega was quiet, listening intently to ever word. Even the lion fountains in the bath seemed to be eavesdropping as they spared them curious glances. "If... you do not dislike me..." Alfred began and Arthur turned his head to see the omega wide-eyed and rigid and not looking at him. "I want you to... c- court... me like... like you would someone else..."
His throat felt tight as he took a breath. "Alright." He agreed, his mind hardly sparing a second to process the request. If they weren't in a bath he was sure his palms would have been sweaty.
"So... we are courting now?" Alfred asked. Arthur gave him a perplexed glance as the omega sent him a strangely calculating look. "Omega here... we court too..."
Oh. Well, that was new. Arthur would have asked how that worked, but there was a question to be answered, "I... suppose if we are both willing... then, yes... we are courting now."
He could feel the water shift as the omega moved closer, but Arthur froze as he sat rigidly and waited to see what would happen next.
Strangely, he still couldn't smell the other, but Alfred must have been thinking the same thing as he sighed and said, "Negotiations often held in bath because scent does not work here."
"I see." Arthur said, suddenly understanding another reason why he might have been brought here.
Alfred was rummaging through the soaps Arthur had placed at the edge of the tub, picking one up and looking at Arthur with apprehension. "I will wash your hair." He said and the alpha decided this must have been a common courting act. Nodding hesitantly, he turned so that his back was to Alfred.
After a moment he felt fingers in his hair, soap lathering up under gentle caresses. No one had done this for him but his mum and that was when he had been a small child... It was strangely soothing in a weird way and far more intimacy than he had expected when he had woken up that day.
They'd only known each other for a handful of days, nearing on a week, and already they were courting...
Not only that but he'd quite thoroughly stuck his tongue down the omega's throat earlier. Feeling his face heat he said, "I'm sorry for earlier..."
The fingers in his hair twitched and stilled. "I kissed you." That voice said, almost too soft to hear.
"You were overwhelmed by me. I was being careless."
Alfred snorted, the sound not very dignified for a royal prince. "Not everything is about you." He said, but it sounded like he was pouting.
Arthur felt himself laugh softly, the tension between them noticeably easing.
Holy Smokes! You addressed so many concerns thrown your way by your anon followers. And so well with in the fill, not just in your response to an above anon. I am so impressed with your writing and this whole fill in general.
They are courting now! Yay!
Is it my imagination or do I recognize your writing. You don't actually have to answer that.
Courtship between an alpha and omega was a primitive yet modern system, at least in Arthur's time. While many of the more stereotypical actions were based on instinctive urges, they were always performed in a way that was more acceptable to intellectually based humans.
The difficulty here was that Arthur had never courted an omega before and, in new era, if there were resources for him they were not ones he could access by any means. He could barely follow along as to what the technology of the time was supposed to be, let alone utilize it without Alfred's aid.
And moreover, if he looked for guidance that would reflect poorly on him.
So he needed to simply make do with what he did know.
That, coupled with his limited resources, left him with only a few ideas, but enough to show his hand. Alphas and omegas were courting long before civilized society came into being, after all.
Once the bath had ended, Alfred had led him back to the room and given him another set of clothes. This time the garb was different in subtle ways, looking more posh than the casual wear he had had on before, and, when prodded, the omega admitted that his brother had advised something like this.
It was extremely elaborate, but he donned at least the basics of it-- white pants that turned into boots that appeared to have some kind of embossing along the side, a back undershirt, and a lavender coat that went down to his knees. There was a ribbon or sorts, which seemed to fashion into a regal bow beneath his neck, but, as for the frills, he left off some of the accessories along with a slightly gaudy hat.
Studying himself in the washroom mirror, Arthur decided this was probably an improvement over his previous clothing and exited to find Alfred dressed in his normal wear.
The omega, who hadn't seen the actual clothing up until now, stared at him with his mouth partially agape. Arthur felt a flicker of worry, "Is this bad?" He asked, hoping Matthew hadn't been playing some kind of unknown prank on him.
He felt relieved when the omega shook his head furiously, "N- no it is fine." He said, stumbling over his words.
Arthur could tell from the way Alfred's jaw was set that something was amiss. "What is it?" He asked, stern.
The omega glanced up at him, flushing. "That is... that is a..." Alfred licked his lip. "When omega court... one wear something like that sometime..." He hesitated. "Usually the... the one brought into family... Usually the... selected... bride..."
"..." Arthur faintly wondered how Matthew had predicted this turn of events, and his respect for the other brother rose ten-fold.
"It is... it is true... that I court you, too, but..." The omega was flustered, but Arthur saw it was in a good way. "It seem strange on alpha..."
Perhaps something like seeing the wife you were to marry in her wedding gown?
Yes, that seemed similar... perhaps less formal and ceremonial, but similar. At least in his own mind.
"I'll wear it if it makes you happy." Arthur said, sincere in his words as he gave Alfred a warm look. He could feel alpha charm just oozing off of him, but it wasn't that he wanted to manipulate Alfred...
No, he really was interested in courting him, he had just been incredibly resistant towards it up until now. It felt like some kind of floodgate had been released as he just allowed himself to indulge and soothe all the pent up tension from his inaction.
He was in another time and place with people he had never met but...
This omega felt like his anchor and even if he felt overwhelmed and in over his head he could tell there was something genuine and honest and well-meaning about this male and although he didn't know him well...
He was beginning to accept the way this entire situation swept him away from all that was familiar, like a strong current.
Alfred looked slightly enamored with Arthur's appearance, a blush etching up further at the words he spoke, but then the omega was on his feet and heading into the washroom and when he returned it was with that funny hat.
"Wear this too?" He asked, looking heart-breakingly hopeful.
Eyeing the small top hat with the elaborate fringe, Arthur sighed. It was a little emasculating but... "That won't fit on my head." He said. Alfred just laughed a little and moved closer, seeming to mess with his hair for a moment before placing the thing on his head.
Curious, Arthur went back to the mirror.
The little hat sat tilted neatly on his head, looking more perfect in its set than he would have thought possible without some kind of professional stylist, his hair tousled around it in a favorable way. All in all it was a touch too feminine for his tastes but...
He supposed it really wasn't that bad. Perhaps it all had a sort of eccentric gentleman look to it? Yes, that seemed acceptable too.
Alfred was standing in the doorway, watching him as he looked himself over. Arthur glanced at the omega, "You like this sort of thing?" He asked, raising a brow.
"... It means many thing." Alfred said, appearing overwhelmed.
"Things." Arthur said.
Alfred paused. "What?"
"It means many things, is what you meant. Plural. Multiple. More than one." The alpha was fiddling with his strange bow when he spoke, not looking at the other, but when he did he saw Alfred standing there looking at him with wide eyes. "Ah... What?" He dearly hoped he hadn't offended.
"I... sometime forget I don't know English like you." The omega hesitated. "Is... is my English bad--?"
"No, no, no..." Arthur said, feeling faintly rude for his actions. "Your English is fairly good, there are just minor things here and there..."
Alfred's face was suddenly quite serious. "Will you teach me?"
"Teach you...?"
"I want to know good English... I want to be best..." The omega ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed. "I hate mistake. If I am best I can learn more about past... Learn more about everything that happen... How we are here now..." He looked at Arthur, dead serious. "I want you teach me everything. I want to understand past. I don't want breed but... but society... everything die without alpha... It will..."
Arthur felt the anxiety in the air, the seriousness of this topic leaving him wanting more. "Why do you need alphas...?" He asked, feeling a strange sense of disconnectedness. He had known that others wanted he and Alfred to breed, but he had never stopped to ask... why, exactly. To produce more alphas? But to what end...?
Alfred looked pained. "It is... recent development. Omega breed omega seem fine but now it... it is not good. It is very bad."
"Why?"
The omega released a shuddered breath, obviously upset by the subject. "Immune system is weak." His hand was tensed into a fist as he spoke. "Viral outbreak... just demolish population sometime. Also... genetic deformity... complication... Used to be alpha sample used to make alpha but something happen. All sample just gone..."
Alfred left for the bedroom and Arthur followed, entranced by his words and compelled to know more.
The omega in question pulled a book out from the shelf and opened it. A realistic image of a man came to life in the form of some sort of projection. It didn't move, just stood there like a three dimensional image. "This last alpha... before you. He killed. We think murder, so we keep you secret-- tell no one. It one hundred twenty-three year ago, but not take risk. All alpha sample disappear after that and no one know why, but we are protected here. No one know about you... We hope to safely rebuild and fight outbreak. Hope that no one tamper with children. Everyone scared but no one know what to do. We hope this give people hope."
The omega put the book down and sat on the bed, looking tired and suddenly older. He lifted his glasses up to rub at his eyes.
Leveling the silent Arthur with another look, he said, "I do not want breed... I want to learn and find out why we are like this now. What happen? So many record in English... but English is dead now... like alpha was. No one take it seriously. No one care... But so many record... Maybe someone try to hide them? Kill language too?"
Arthur sat down next to Alfred on the bed, feeling the strange balance of their body weight on the mattress. "I am alive." He said, voice heavy.
"Yes. We all surprise... Hope to find beta or omega from past that know English... And it is alpha..."
Swallowing, Arthur asked, "You said you found me...?"
"Buried. Buried very, very deep underground... Old lab... Found power source reading on map but did not know we find such a thing. Miracle you not dead, in fact." He could feel Alfred's eyes on him so he looked up, finding those sky blues burning into his very being. "You are miracle."
Arthur felt choked, his weight in this world suddenly seeming so much heavier. His every breath was a miracle to an unknown amount of people and here he was...
... taking it all for granted.
Alfred fell silent again, hands fisted on the fabric of his pants as he said, "I do not want to breed... but I want to save everyone... Maybe with you I do this. Maybe I bear children. I do not want to, but maybe I can love you."
A beat of silence.
The omega continued. "Maybe you can make me love you enough to do this?"
There was no response that Arthur could conjure until those pained blue eyes glanced up at him again and he felt his heart freeze.
"Please?" The sound a hoarse whisper, heavy with grief.
Ahhh I'm enjoying this so much!!! The world you have created is so interesting. And I find myself so amused by the things they try to get through with the language barriers. I love that you included Matthew, so many people write USUK without him, and it saddens me. Also gawd Francis.. to know you are dangerous to yourself that's just hilarious dude. Anyway, I eagerly await an update~
Now that Arthur and Alfred were mutually courting each other, life suddenly seemed a bit more frantic.
Namely, they kept fumbling around each other like two love drunk squirrels on a thin branch. It was a game of sorts and one that Arthur couldn't say he was very good at, but that didn't prevent him from giving it his best shot regardless.
Honestly, most of it was just instinct.
On the first night, they had gone to bed with a feeling of mutual anticipation. Their proximity made it easy to assume that something would happen... and Arthur chose not to disappoint. Once settled beneath the covers, he deliberately moved to Alfred's side of the bed and very cautiously curled up behind the omega, his cheek resting on the back of the other man's neck. He could tell from where his hand lay on the other's chest that his heart was racing, so he went one step further and let his teeth settle on the supple flesh of the omega's neck, teasing it.
"A- ahh..." Alfred groaned, twitching. Arthur felt his lips curl into a silly little grin. An omega's neck was extremely sensitive and the kneading of his teeth was all too similar to what an alpha would do before marking their mate during a heat. Still, he left it at only that, gently kissing the tender skin before letting himself get more comfortable.
It was a long while before either of them fell asleep.
In the morning, Arthur had woken up on Alfred's side of the bed alone, but his confusion was soon replaced with intrigue as he saw a bouquet of flowers at the bedside with a little card. Leaning over to read it, he saw the words 'GOODMORNING' written in very rigid English, no space between. He smiled softly as he lay there, studying the card and wondering what type of flower it was that he had been given. It was red--almost rose-like--but there were little white stripes on the petals that reminded him of tiger markings...
Uncertain as to where Alfred had gone, Arthur got up, showered, and donned his new, courting garb only to meet the omega himself as he exited the washroom. The other blond perked up at the sight of him, shyly gesturing to one of those floating platters as his face heated with a blush. "Brought breakfast..." He said.
Arthur smiled gently, "Say, 'I brought you breakfast.'" He corrected.
"I brought you breakfast." Alfred said, watching Arthur for approval.
"Much better." Arthur reassured, much to the omega's delight. Walking over to the platter his eyes grew wide at the selection. Some pasties of some sort, a few meats, a yellow mush that could have been egg, and some kind of juice. And grapes. There always seemed to be grapes... "This looks fantastic." He said, noticing Alfred's ear-to-ear grin out of the corner of his eye. He picked up one of the pastries and settled himself in a chair.
Alfred looked excited. "Oh-- this too!" He exclaimed, taking a little pot and pouring it into a cup. It seemed to be tea. "I research England. Earl grey, yes?"
"'Researched.'" Arthur corrected, "And, yes, earl grey sounds amazing. You actually have some?"
"Yes! It was hard, but market had some."
"'The market.'" Arthur said, taking the small cup as Alfred offered it.
The omega repeated the correction to himself a few times.
Raising the rim to his lips, Arthur found the taste a little bitter and somehow... off... but it was vaguely familiar and that was as good as it got in this future. "It's amazing Alfred. Thank you." He said sincerely.
The omega beamed with joy.
After breakfast was finished, it occurred to him that he couldn't let Alfred out-court him like this. Determined to even the score, he asked the omega if he would like to take a walk. Curious, Alfred had agreed and said he knew of the perfect place.
They arrived shortly at an expansive garden, maintained on palace grounds, and Arthur felt a sense of awe wash over him as he admired the various types of strange and wonderful flora. Still, he was meant to woo Alfred, not the other way around, and so he tugged the omega along the winding path. He hadn't exactly planned anything, but, when they encountered an open area in the center with a large fountain, he suddenly felt inspired.
He looked at Alfred, eyes shimmering with mischief. "Do you know how to dance?" He asked.
"Dance?" Alfred repeated.
"Like this..." Arthur said, taking the omega's hand in his and using the other one to rest at the middle of his back. He might have been a hair shorter, but that didn't mean he couldn't lead.
And like that he drew Alfred into a proper English waltz, at first a clumsy follow but after a minute or two the omega seemed to get the hang of it. He went slowly at first, watching with amusement as Alfred concentrated heatedly on his feet, looking determined to follow whatever it was that Arthur's did, so the alpha went easy on him.
"English waltz." Arthur said, answering the unasked question.
Still looking at his feet, a look of recognition dawned on Alfred's face. "Waltz..." He repeated slowly, blinking. "I read... I read of this in book. It is formal..."
"Yes, it can be." The Englishman chuckled fondly. "I've never danced like this for an event, but my mum wanted me to learn it all the same. She said, 'You never know when you might need to sweep someone off their feet.'..."
Alfred went silent for a minute, following the twirling pattern of their feet. "Your mother sounds nice." He said.
"She was a lovely woman." Arthur admitted.
A strange look crossed Alfred's face before, "Do you miss her?"
Arthur felt a pang in his chest. "Yes. I've missed her every day since her death." He said quietly, honest.
Alfred looked up at his face, blue eyes questioning.
"She died long before I was stored in that tube-- don't you worry about that."
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever for?"
Alfred hesitated. "For your loss."
"Fate can be cruel." Arthur said softly, feeling a delicate breeze sweep the scent of flowers over them. "Yet we keep going. She may be gone, but I still remember her... in cups of tea, ballroom dances, and fine embroidery. She's still alive in my mind, as are many others long passed. That is all I can do to honour her, but I know she would appreciate it all the same."
A sniffle jolted Arthur's attention back to his dancing partner and he was alarmed to see the omega crying.
"A- Alfred?" He asked, startled into stopping. The omega shook his head and jerked Arthur back into the pace of the dance. Perplexed, he continued, watching Alfred's face with open concern.
"You talk and dance... so I talk and dance..." He said. Arthur didn't have a response for that. "Mother die when I was young. Matthew and I very sad but... but I never think of her like that. The way you think of your mother... you very special... I miss mine but... but she teach me many thing. She read to me at night. I want to show you thing she teach us too."
"Oh, Alfred..."
"She die to virus..." Alfred continued, eyes red rimmed. He looked like he wanted to hold back the tears but it wasn't working so he simply focused on his feet, concentrating on following Arthur's. "No one else should die. I want to stop it."
"One step at a time." Arthur said softly.
"Kiss me." Alfred said abruptly.
"Pardon?"
The omega looked at him. "I kiss you before... but I want you to kiss me."
Arthur smiled. "Love, if you demand it then it won't be the proper kiss you're looking for..."
Alfred looked on the verge of protest, so Arthur took that moment to release his side in order to spin him before drawing him back in, close. Suddenly they were both still, hesitating.
"Yet I cannot refuse you." He said, feeling light-headed as he took in that fragrant and intoxicating scent. Alfred had worked up a light sweat and he could feel the enticing allure rolling off of him in waves.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips chastely to Alfred's.
In this courting game, he was certain the score was now even.
Note: I thought, perhaps, that Alfred's clothing might be as difficult for readers to imagine as it was for me to describe, so I drew an image of it to better help illustrate. http://i.imgur.com/zI1yU4D.png
Let me know if that helps. I might follow up later with Arthur too, but, as some of you may have noticed, his outfit is based off of his Cardverse AU queen outfit.
AND OMG! I love your art!! Alfred so adorable! Your really good at it! Thanks for drawing it up, is very future but like you said with Asian style to it. Love it! Still think your a super hero
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Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 4)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-23 05:53 am (UTC)(link)That was all there was to it.
Arthur wasn't sure whether or not the omega had kept it a secret on purpose or whether or not he thought his phrasing made it obvious, but there was no looking past it. Mr. Archaeologist was some prince who wanted nothing to do with him but father dearest was commanding him to mate with some strange alpha who'd just popped out of a time capsule of sorts mere days ago.
No wonder Alfred was so indignant.
He had realized that he had a lot of questions for Alfred, so he sat and waited. Luckily he needn't wait very long as the door slid open and the young man in question walked in with what Arthur could only fathom to call a floating waiter's tray. The tray was somehow commanded to settle on the near desk as Alfred walked alongside it, looking more interested in the food than in Arthur.
Arthur was beginning to get sick of these weird little games and sulks. "I know it is you who is the prince." He bluffed. "Look, if you hate me just say it already." He told the other, irritated. He was tired of being on his best behaviour just because he was at the mercy of others. He just wanted to be himself again.
The omega looked at him, eyes unreadable, so Arthur continued. "You're obviously unhappy that I'm here. I don't know what I did to upset you so much, but I'm barely able to understand what's going on half the time as it is so I really can't do much about it."
"You are talking a lot more now..." Alfred pointed out, face drawn. He was picking at some food on the table idly.
Arthur wasn't sure what to say to that, but the omega spoke again.
"I do not hate you. You are my project. I was one who want to bring you back..."
"Then why--,"
"We did not know you were alpha." Alfred was staring up at the wall. "None of other people were alpha."
Ah, so he was some big discovery then. That would explain... a couple things, he supposed.
"Father and brother had political unions with other omega already, but I do not. So they want me to be the one to..."
Arthur listened, giving Alfred his full attention. When the omega looked at him, he seemed to hesitate before continuing with the translated ramblings.
"I do not know the big deal of alpha. So what! You are great and special. Yes, yes..." Alfred was now pacing. "I just want to study past but now I am expected to... to breed. With my body."
The alpha tried to muffle a small laugh but the omega caught it all the same. Before he could get angry, Arthur spoke, "Do you want to know why alphas are a big deal in the past?" He asked, standing.
"... Why?" Alfred began to look wary as Arthur approached him.
Perhaps he was taking this a bit far, but he was an alpha and this was just how they were. He gently cupped the back of Alfred's head and pulled him forward so that his face was buried in Arthur's neck.
At first the omega tensed and almost seemed ready to move away, which Arthur would have allowed, but then he relaxed... and the alpha mused that he was spurred on by curiosity.
Arthur couldn't help feeling intoxicated by the omega scent and he nuzzled the prince's neck, lightly grazing his teeth over that soft skin. He heard a soft gasp part with Alfred's lips and he started to kiss and suckle gently at the curve where his neck met shoulder.
Using every bit of self control he had, Arthur pulled away.
Alfred was standing there, face bright red and audibly panting. There was a dazed look in his eyes and Arthur would have bet his next meal that the poor thing was likely hard. The omega eventually rose his eyes to meet Arthur's and there was a strange look in them.
Something like... exhilaration. A spark. Possibly need. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, however, replaced by curiosity.
"What was... that?" Alfred asked, voice breathless. It was a voice that made Arthur want to pin him to the bed and fuck him right there.
... He was in a little over his head here.
"If you stay near me you'll feel like you want to do that more and more." Arthur said honestly. "You know about pheromones and hormones...?"
Alfred frowned and picked up his tablet from the desk. Tapping at it, his expression shifted to one of embarrassment. "Yes... I know those things."
"They're like drugs. They'll make you want to breed. Don't you ever go into heat?"
The omega shook his head. "We use medicine to avoid heat."
"Heat is what produces babies. It's like a drug and it feels good enough that it kept convincing people to make more people." Arthur tried to explain.
Alfred was staring at him. "What is it you try to prove? I do not want to make a baby with you. I do not want to breed. I just want to study you."
Arthur felt agitation rise to the surface. "I never asked for this-- believe me-- but why is it that you're so opposed to it all?"
"I do not need to tell you that." Alfred countered, beginning to get angry. "I said no! That should be enough!"
Ah, there it was. Arthur felt sheepish and toyed with his sleeve. He hadn't meant to press the issue so hard, but now that he was here... Alfred was right. He had said no. And despite the circumstances, he was a gentleman and he was in the care of this omega. He took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll stop."
Alfred stared at him, startled.
"You do not want me, yet I am here. I won't invade your space. I won't court you. I won't make you feel uncomfortable on purpose. I'll respect your boundaries." Arthur looked at him with as much sincerity as he could muster. Alphas were good leaders and would willfully lead their omega partners as best they could, but Alfred didn't want that and Arthur couldn't justify pressing the matter further.
He hadn't expected any particular reaction to that, but Alfred seemed to wilt slightly, the fire gone.
After that they ate together in a tense silence.
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 5)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-23 06:53 am (UTC)(link)So that night, when Alfred had fallen asleep while reading on his bed, tablet resting gently on his chest and rising with each breath, Arthur felt too out of place to wake him in order to ask where he should sleep.
Tired and homesick, he found a spot on the floor away from the other male and tried to get some sleep. Somehow, the whole thing reminded him of the night his brothers had locked him out of the house, so he'd run off into the woods and slept in a faerie circle with the hope that the creatures would come and take him away. He had woken in the morning damp from rain and stiff.
It wasn't one of his best memories, but he'd take what he could get.
When he woke again, it was to the sound of fighting. Groaning slightly, he sat up and noticed with some surprise that at some point a heavy blanket had been placed over him. He hadn't much time to think about that as he looked up and saw...
Alfred bickering with... a mirror image of himself at the door.
No... the second one looked slightly different. And was wearing something that looked like a business suit but... not quite...
It felt too early and there was not enough tea in his system to deal with this. He yawned and went to lay back down again--
But a hand grabbed him and yanked him into a standing position. Arthur was too alarmed and bleary-eyed to comprehend what was happening before he was dragged over and discarded onto the bed. He blinked, fully awake now, and looked up at the not-Alfred who was yelling at Alfred and gesturing at Arthur and really he had no idea what they were saying but, god damn it, they were loud.
This must have been Alfred's brother.
Even in the future, siblings were the same, huh?
The look alike seemed to give up on Alfred and instead turned to slightly wary Arthur. "You. Sleep." He told him. "Bed. No floor." His sentences were curt and concise but got the point across. "Alfred bad."
Alfred yelled something and Arthur amused himself with the idea that the majority of it was likely modern day curse words. It seemed the new Alfred was getting sick of whatever it was the other Alfred was saying, so he grabbing Arthur's arm and pulled him along, ignoring the other's protests as he lead the alpha out of the room and down the hall. They shortly came to another room, this one much neater, and the new omega shut the door before Alfred could follow them inside.
Arthur was completely lost here.
"Matthew." The omega said, extending his hand for Arthur to shake. Arthur did so, confused.
"Arthur."
"Yes." Matthew said, as if to say, 'I know.' The omega took off his glasses and rubbed at his temple, looking frustrated. He gestured to the door. "Careless." He said.
... whether or not he meant his actions or Alfred's, Arthur was uncertain.
"Sit. Drinks?" The omega asked, waving to a chair. Arthur took it if only because standing didn't seem quite as appealing.
"Tea?"
"Yes." Matthew said, before touching his ear--a device, perhaps?--and saying something in that other language. He lowered his hand and went to sit wearily on the bed. It wasn't an invitation-- it was just the only other space to sit in the room. "Idiot." Matthew said, pointing to the door.
That seemed a little harsh. "Why?"
The omega paused. "You..." He frowned, sighed, and pulled out a tablet. After typing something for a minute or so, he very carefully read, "He made you sleep on the floor. You are a treasure to this family... and he made you sleep on the floor like an animal."
The non-broken English surprised and delighted Arthur, despite the fact that it seemed Matthew had translated it. He laughed, feeling a good deal of relief for it.
Matthew just stared at him, turning slightly red from embarrassment. He tapped out something and read, "Is the translation bad?"
"No!" Arthur exclaimed. "No, it's wonderful. Good-- it's very good." He knew that Matthew probably couldn't follow along spoken English as easily, but at the way his face lit up it became apparent that he had understood.
Tap tap tap. "Does anything hurt?"
It took Arthur a moment, "From sleeping on the floor?"
"Yes."
"No, I'm alright."
"Good."
Matthew looked far more calm now, looking Arthur over. He sighed and the tapping started again. "He gave you that to wear?"
"Yes?"
Another sigh and Matthew rolled his eyes. He looked back to his tablet. "Alfred is an idiot." He read, sounding almost apologetic.
"Is this clothing bad?"
Matthew shook his head and read, "No, just very plain and inexpensive."
"I don't mind."
"I do." Matthew told him.
Suddenly Arthur realized that he had access to someone who seemed to know far more about what was going on than he did and he asked the first thing that came to his mind, "Why do you want Alfred to mate with me?"
The omega just looked at him for a long moment before reluctantly turning back to his tablet. "Alfred is very lonely and I think what he wants from this is a friend." Matthew said, the honesty wholly unexpected. "The whole world is watching him now, expecting him to bear alpha children..." Another pause. "He never wanted to be royalty, he just wanted to do what he wanted, but now he has no choice in the matter. He can't be an archaeologist if he is just mothering children."
So... that was it.
Arthur was a death sentence to him.
The alpha felt an undeniable lump in his throat and suddenly he felt terrible for his actions yesterday. He never should have teased the omega like that... by showing him that his own body could betray him if he stopped resisting.
His own body could destroy his dreams.
"You look sad." Matthew said.
Arthur looked up at him slowly. "... Why does it have to be him and not someone willing?"
Matthew frowned and tapped something before reading, "It is important to the people that royal blood is used. Father will not allow you into the hands of another noble family since you are a treasure. Nor will he allow your DNA to be taken for alpha production. He wants all alphas to be bred naturally by," Matthew made a face, "love."
And Alfred had said that the only other options were already in politically important relationships...
A silence fell over them as Matthew simply watched him, fascinated in the same way those scientists had been. When the door trilled and a floating tray entered carrying tea, a livid Alfred strode in after it.
Arthur didn't resist as he was dragged back to the other omega's room, as though he were a toy that the children had squabbled over.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 5)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 12:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 5)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 6)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 04:06 am (UTC)(link)He had not known many alphas in the past that had his level of self-control, but he was a gentleman and a gentleman never pushed himself on another. His mother had taught him that and he had held it dearly to his heart along with her memory.
The problem was... Alfred wasn't nearly as aware of himself as Arthur was. And after the fiasco with Matthew finding him sleeping on the floor, Alfred had begrudgingly made him share a bed with him. It was completely obvious that he didn't want to, but that was neither here nor there. Alfred had no choice and Arthur had even less of one so it was not really something he was fond of worrying himself over.
Alfred, on the other hand...
The first night they had fallen asleep awkwardly, both on opposite sides of the bed-- pretty much as far away from each other as they could manage without falling off.
Arthur had woken up quite close to where he had fallen asleep.
Arthur had woken up with a sleeping omega sprawled practically on top of him, one hand even going so far as to be up his shirt.
There had been a lot of strange, foreign yelling that morning as Alfred had gone back and forth between yelling at him, yelling at him in English, and apologizing in English, face red all the while. Arthur had been particularly embarrassed too, but as it was quite obvious that it wasn't his fault he couldn't really do anything about it...
They had ended up deciding to forget about the whole thing, although that night going to sleep was even more tense than the first had been.
And then it had happened again, this time the omega spooning him from behind with his face buried in the short hair at the back of Arthur's neck.
Rinse, repeat.
The third morning Arthur had awoken to Alfred nipping affectionately at his neck in his sleep and that was the morning that he had decided enough was enough.
Despite Alfred's reluctance, he had requested to speak to Matthew. The omega had guided him to the other room, this time eager to sit in on the conversation.
"We can't be in the same bed together." Arthur began, looking dead serious at Matthew.
Matthew pursed his lips, threw Alfred a questioning look, and then turned back to Arthur, "Why?" He didn't even need his tablet to ask that. (Apparently dead language was a class the two had taken together, but Alfred had gone on to study intermediate levels while Matthew had only taken it to fulfill some sort of requirement.)
"Alfred is grabby." Arthur explained. Both brothers looked confused. "Er... Alfred ends up on my side of the bed every morning." He tried to clarify.
Matthew's face lit up as Alfred's fell.
"You do not tell him that!" Alfred exclaimed as the other brother openly laughed.
Tap, tap. "When we were young," Matthew began, "he would cuddle me every morning." He agreed.
"Obviously this is a little different." Arthur pointed out. The tablet-bearing omega hummed in thought. "This is about a bit more than just wanting comfort."
"I know." Matthew read. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Yes, why?" Alfred said bitterly, but there was curiosity in his eyes too.
"Considering the burden it is to Alfred, I thought I might request either a second bed be placed in the room or I be placed in a different room entirely." Arthur said, thinking the solution was simple. He would have taken the floor but that hadn't exactly been well-received the first time.
"No." Matthew said easily. And then he read, "Father will be angry. You must both share a bed."
"Might I speak to him...?" Arthur asked cautiously. The answer he got was just the one he had expected--
Both brothers gave a very emphatic, "No!"
"..." Arthur looked between the two, the silence all the questioning they needed.
"Father is..." Matthew trailed off, looking at his tablet. "Father is a very sexual person and he is interested in you but he wants to remain loyal to his female omega partner so avoiding that temptation is for the best."
Ah, so it was something like that then.
"Father too dangerous." Alfred snuffed a sound of laughter. "Even father knows it."
"You must be exaggerating..." Arthur said, prodding for more information.
Matthew looked torn but finally settled on, "He has a drinking problem. We do really think it's best you do not meet him until after you are mated." Alfred looked irritated at the insinuation that he would mate.
Defeated, Arthur sighed. "Alright. Well... it was worth a try. Thank you for your time, Matthew." The omega in question gave him a nod of 'you're welcome' as Alfred eagerly dragged the alpha back to his own room.
Arthur was beginning to suspect that with the lack of alphas in the world, omegas had picked up the role of being territorial. It would explain a lot about Alfred, for one.
"So you do not like sleeping next to me?" Alfred asked haughtily once they were back to the other room, reminding Arthur of an over-emotional housewife. "I bother you?"
"No." Arthur replied, not really in the mood for Alfred's nagging.
"Then why ask brother for new bed?"
"You," Arthur began, jabbing an acquisitive finger at the omega, "have made it quite clear that you do not want to mate so I was just trying to accommodate that and give you space."
Alfred gave an indignant sniff. "I am fine. I have complete control."
"No. No, you really don't." Arthur rebutted. "One of these mornings I'll wake up with your hand down my pants and then what?" Alfred looked vaguely scandalized at the accusation but Arthur didn't give him a chance to speak, "I'm doing what I can to help you, but even I can't control myself if things go too far. I already have enough trouble as it is with being in a room that smells so strongly of you that it's hard to think. What are you going to do if you get me riled up? And I pin you down? What then?"
"Then do not do that." Alfred insisted.
"It's not that easy!" Arthur nearly snarled, the noise making Alfred instinctively shrink back and tilt his head. It was a funny move for someone who was wholly unaware that he had just made a very submissive gesture instinctively. "Omegas were rare in my timeline and even then they were kept safe from alphas. Alphas are dangerous. I am dangerous. Your pheromones mess with my head. Every part of me screams for me to court you and every part of you wants that to happen-- it's just biology. If you don't understand that, educate yourself! I don't want to hurt you... I'm trying my best here..."
Feeling the adrenaline pooling up in him, Arthur just wanted to fight something. Anything. Not Alfred, of course, but another alpha. He was too worked up and part of his body was taking the opportunity to point out that maybe if he showed his superiority over another alpha, Alfred would take him more seriously. It was a stupid part of his brain--an animal part--but it was there all the same. So he just kept pacing, restless.
Alfred was silent, watching him with wide eyes. He didn't seem afraid just...
Just subdued.
Eventually he left the room and Arthur tore into one of the pillows on the bed, fighting it childishly until he managed to tire himself out.
The room was covered in scraps of some kind of strange pillow foam.
He felt like he was going crazy here.
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 05:02 am (UTC)(link)Ah, I love Matthew! Him being the level headed mediator between the two is so fitting. And is that Francis I spy as the King? Brilliant! Alfred's reasoning is totally legit and yet I just can't wait for Arthur to bend him over mmm… Speaking of our darling Arthur, his Alpha freak out at Alfred was simply delicious and Alfred's unconscious submissive reaction was gold! The idea that omegas have developed some territorial characteristics in response to the lack of Alphas is a great bit of the awesome world building you've got going on. As always, can't wait for the next update!!
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 05:06 am (UTC)(link);x;
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 7)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 07:01 am (UTC)(link)Alfred had come back after around two hours carrying an armload of... books. Or so they looked like books. From glancing at one of the ones of the shelf once, Arthur had realized quickly that he didn't even know how they worked and that wasn't something you could say about real, paper books.
Paper books didn't have lights and on / off buttons and pages that you could stick your hand through without ripping. Nor did they have sounds. Or videos. Or projections.
Whatever they were, Alfred had apparently helped himself to acquiring some new ones.
The omega was staring down at the little tower of fluff with an expression on his face that Arthur fondly dubbed, 'What hast thou done to my pillow?' It seemed, however, that the omega was simply going to choose not to ask. He dumped his future-books on the desk and activated a machine that immediately began to collect the scraps of mess on the floor.
Arthur bid a fond farewell to Mount Rage Vent.
... Christ, he really was going insane here.
"You say research? I can learn now." Alfred patted his tower of books.
Arthur picked himself up off from where he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor and flopped gracelessly onto the bed, face down, without responding. It was childish, certainly, but his self-control was abysmally low right now and dealing with Alfred earlier had not ended well.
It was a right and proper sulk, it was.
He heard silence for a minute before the mattress sunk down next to him. Looking up, he saw sky blue eyes behind almost invisible lenses.
... He missed the sky.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked, looking legitimately concerned.
Considering that he was prickling with energy, "No, not particularly."
"... Sick?"
"No. I just..." Arthur wasn't quite sure himself so he struggled to put it together in his own head before settling on, "I really, really want some kind of physical activity."
Alfred turned scarlet.
"No! I mean... running or... sports or... swimming... biking... something. I just can't be in this room all the time. I need fresh air. I feel pent up. I just can't be in a room like this all the time." He knew he was repeating himself, but his mind was looping thoughts and the omega scent was just so bloody strong...
The blush already beginning to fade, Alfred made a face of understanding. "Pillow?" He murmured.
"Yes... That, uh... Sorry." Arthur grumbled, but it was sincere.
Alfred shrugged, but there was an enchanted look on his face. "So alpha need lots of 'physical activity'?" He said, using Arthur's own words uncertainly.
"I never really thought so but... yes." Sort of like how a dog required walking but he wasn't really going to tell it to Alfred like that. He didn't want to paint himself as even more of a pet.
He wasn't even sure they had dogs in the future.
Alfred hummed in thought, silent for a time. "You want to go outside now?" He asked.
"Oh god, yes."
There was a sun. There was an actual, real sun in the sky. Arthur almost couldn't believe it.
They had gone out to a near courtyard that was empty of people. It had strange plants and pathways that looked made out of light rather than any natural substance, but he didn't really care. There was a high wall all the way around it, so it was obviously some private feature of the palace. It must have been fairly safe to bring him here, because Alfred didn't even bother putting a leash on him.
Instead the omega was sitting on a step, watching him like a hawk.
Arthur didn't care. When he looked up at the sky it looked like a real sun and a blue, blue, blue on forever sky with a single, puffy white cloud. He never thought he would be this happy just to be outside. He didn't know if it was real or some strange illusion, but it hardly mattered. It looked like the sun and that was enough to him.
Brimming with energy, he started to sprint around the fountains and planters in laps. He had been in cross-country in high school when he was younger-- competing with the other alphas for speed, challenging himself to navigate dirt and mud and rock, testing his agility in the safety of his beloved forests in his own free time.
Initially he hadn't been certain that these strange pants-shoes could take it, but they breathed easily, the shoes offering the support of a professional athletic shoe and so, reassured, he let himself loose.
He was out of practice and much slower than he used to be, but that mattered very little. For the first time since he had woken up, he felt genuinely good. Muscles singing and endorphins pumping through him, he worked up a sweat he was quite proud of and explored the courtyard at the same time.
The strange light paths left ripples in his wake as though he were walking on water, amusing him all the more.
After about an hour, he had finally had his fill.
At some point Alfred had taken to looking at his tablet, probably bored, but as Arthur approached him the omega looked up.
And a flush rose to his face as he just stared at Arthur.
Having worked through his excess energy, the alpha felt like he was riding a high and he was much more relaxed, but moreover the air had cleared his head and he could see right away that something was a little off with Alfred.
Still panting from exertion, Arthur gave the other a breathless laugh. "Bored?" He asked, his bangs slicked wet to his forehead with sweat. He probably looked terrible at this point.
At the sound of his voice the omega jerked suddenly to his feet. Alfred seemed to be openly struggling with something and Arthur immediately became concerned.
"Are you alright?" He asked, stepping towards him.
For a fearful moment the omega almost looked faint before he stumbled and righted on his own feet. Shaking his head vigorously, Alfred was taking deep, forced breaths. He suddenly trained his eyes of Arthur, the gaze intense.
The flush on the others face looked less like embarrassment and more like...
Oh. Oh.
Arthur jerked back, but it was too late. Alfred went to grab his arm and, conflicted, Arthur stopped moving. He was covered in his own sweat-- alpha sweat. God, what had he been thinking?
"Y- you..." Alfred began, but his voice was heavy and tight, as though the omega was having trouble breathing.
"Look, you should really step away from me right n-- mmph!" The omega was pressing his lips to his and Arthur felt a visceral ripple go through his body as his entire nervous system fired off at once.
And just like that he was pressing back-- dominating, teeth and tongue and his sweaty body feverishly grasping at Alfred's, hands everywhere and nowhere. And Alfred was responding in kind but submissively, body limp and lithe in his grasp as the omega gave in to every desire his body must have been crying for. They ended up stumbling into a wall, Alfred's back pressed against it as Arthur took to exploring his face and his neck with his lips, teasing flesh with his canine teeth and leaving marks that wouldn't fade for a week.
Mine.
His thoughts were racing as strong fingers clutched needy at his back.
Mine. Mine, mine, m--
Arthur shoved Alfred away suddenly, gasping for a breath of air as he stumbled backwards. He was indescribably hard, his body pulsing to reconnect as though they were magnets, but Arthur's mind was racing.
No, no, no, no no no no no no...
Alfred didn't want this. Alfred didn't want this. Alfred didn't want this.
Thoughts erratic and panicked-- he ran.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 7)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 7)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)And ha ha, at least Alfred had the sense to take him to a private park - I can't imagine the chaos that would ensue if there had been a lot of other omegas at that park, all swooning away (or perhaps trying to get in the way) as Arthur did his laps.
This is such a great fill - great job, authoranon!
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 7)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 01:25 am (UTC)(link)Question can male omega and female omega give birth naturally? How are babies made in this future?
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 02:41 am (UTC)(link)Male omegas can't produce proper sperm, but they do produce some sperm. It's sort of evolution's clumsy way of differentiating the sexes, but from what they do produce it can be used with a female or male omega's egg to create a baby. It's just that in practical application an omega male could never actually impregnate anyone. Too much sperm is required to ensure fetilization and that's why alphas are ideal for the process-- they just keep going and going, like the goddamn energizer bunny. But with in vitro fertilization it's actually very easy. (Female omega to female omega is possible utilizing bone marrow but it's not as reliable and can often have unforeseen complications. Additionally, it's much more expensive.)
Part of Alfred's family's royal status is that their current line is omega only. If omegas combine sperm and egg they have an incredibly high chance of producing omegas. If a beta is born it becomes subservient to the other omega children. (Not a happy political implication, but still.) Beta children from omega parents are incredibly rare, however.
Omegas are the modern leaders, therefore in high-ranking positions you'll see the majority of people being omega. Omega-only lines are not hard to find but they often have a good deal of wealth and thus education and thus high positions in society. The social structure feeds into itself.
Bonus: Having an alpha around used to be a very important status symbol before they went extinct.
Bonus Bonus: What happens when you keep breeding omegas with omegas?
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 7)
I also echo the question of a previous anon about baby making in this future time.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 02:46 am (UTC)(link)Also thank you for your kind words!
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 8)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)It was when he had rounded a corner that he had finally stopped running, but that was because a warm body had made him stop.
Or rather, he had collided with someone--an omega, of course--and had reeled back in a flailing, surprised mess before landing hard on his arse.
The shock from the fall dazed him slightly, but the one thing he did notice was that, unlike himself, the other figure hadn't fallen over. Looking up, he offered a thoroughly winded, "A- apologies..."
The man stared down at him and Arthur figured he must have been quite a few years older than himself. He was blond and blue-eyed, like Alfred, but his hair was significantly longer and it curled around his neck from where it was bundled back with an elaborate pin. His clothing looked far more regal than anything Arthur had seen thus far, but his mind was working at a snail's pace and he couldn't really make anything of it.
Those cool blue eyes were looking at him, studying, before the poised man leaned forward to offer him the aid of a gloved hand. Arthur took it, feeling childish and stupid all at once.
It seemed the man understood his circumstances, for he turned on his heel and made a short gesture for Arthur to followed. Lost, the alpha felt compelled to listen.
The man led him into a near room and all at once Arthur was hit in the face with steam and fragrance. Blinking away the fog, he saw a sprawling indoor bath before him. Its make seemed like an awkward combination of modern and old era England, majestic, digital lions posing as fountains but occasionally yawning or scratching lazily at an ear...
And then the man left him there, just like that, having not spoken a single word.
Arthur was fairly certain this was a polite way of saying, 'You smell.' in universal language.
Still, he wasn't about to ignore the invitation for a bath and the man had been so regal that it must have been acceptable for him to be here.
Sure, he'd go with that.
Not having a better plan, he found some assorted soap-like bottles in a basket off to the side and took them with him as he stripped down and stepped into the bath. He had no idea what the proper protocol was for sitting down in a steaming tub the size of two or three suburban pools, but since no one was in here that meant no one was here to see him break said protocol.
He had no idea what possessed him to simply accept all of this, sinking down into the warm water with a deep feeling of gratitude. His muscles were already beginning to ache a touch from the running he had done, which was wholly unsurprising if his physical endurance had been compromised at all by his freeze. He may have even pushed himself too far, but he didn't feel any obvious strain so...
Letting his thoughts drift, he leaned on his forearms on the tiled step, resting his head on them as he simply tried to relax. The bath must have been well-maintained, because it didn't smell too heavily of anything in particular-- omegas included.
It was when he heard a soft click that he was roused from his dozing--something he really shouldn't have been doing in the bath as it were. Looking up, he saw Alfred's familiar figure. Arthur hesitated, a myriad of emotions welling up in him, but he simply... let it all go and relaxed. He couldn't spend his entire life stressed out by the mere sight of the omega. And really he had to credit it all to the bath, which was soothing him tremendously.
Really, he simply didn't have any energy left to fight any of this, Alfred included.
It wasn't until he heard the ruffling of clothing that Arthur looked up again, this time to the sight of Alfred in nothing but a towel.
His throat went dry, but all questions as to whether or not the omega realized he was here fled him as the one in question turned to look straight at him.
And then approached him.
In nothing but a towel.
"W- wha--,"
"Father told I join you here." Alfred said, and Arthur had to wonder if the omega's English was getting worse over time or if he was just putting less thought into his words. His bet was on the latter. The omega avoided eye contact as he lowered himself into the bath mere meters away. He threw Arthur a glance, but lingered before turning his head away with a jerk. "Towel...?" He asked.
Oh, so Arthur should have been wearing one of those...? The alpha blushed hard, turning away since Alfred apparently couldn't be trusted to not look on his own. "I... don't know how this bath works. I'm sorry..."
There was a pregnant pause, but Alfred's face was red and he was struggling to bring words forth as his lips moved but nothing came out. Finally, "Can I see it?"
Arthur's mind was blank. "See... what?"
"..." Alfred stared straight ahead, but rigidly said, "You say I need learn more about alpha..."
Oh. Oh.
Alfred wanted to see his penis.
... Well then.
"Are you completely sure about this?" Arthur asked, incredulous and voice tight.
Alfred gave a jerk of a nod, looking at the alpha out of the corner of his eye.
He felt like a primary school child all over again. 'Show me yours; I'll show you mine.' eh...?
Except that he knew, in theory, what an omega looked like and he really needn't see it for himself.
"Alright." Arthur relented, steeling himself. He was an alpha. An omega had just asked to see his cock. How the bloody hell could he refuse that kind of challenge? He stood up in the bath water, fully exposed, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Considering that Alfred had complete permission to look now, he did so, face redder than Arthur had ever seen it before. Still, those blue eyes were tracing his length--he was average for an alpha, even he would admit, but compared to an omega perhaps that might seem impressive?--and resting on the subtly swelled base.
"I... remember that." Alfred said, voice completely choked with embarrassment. "I thought... I thought you sick but... book say that is a 'knot'?"
"Yes."
Alfred looked disappointed. "Book say it was bigger."
"Oh, it gets bigger." Arthur said, feeling almost shameless as he continued. "It swells up three or four times that size inside an omega during heat to lock the two bodies together."
The omega was looking at him with awe. "Omega breaks!" He balked.
Arthur sat down, almost amused by the vague look of disappointment that flickered over Alfred's face. "No, the omega body can adapt to it. I've heard it feels quite pleasurable." Oh lord, that sounded like a proposition, didn't it? He cleared his throat slightly and looked away, but he had this fear that only made the insinuation worse.
"I do not want to breed." Alfred said tersely,
"I know." Arthur replied.
There was a tense silence between the two and Arthur realized that he really wasn't affected by the omega's presence. In fact... he couldn't even smell him at this distance, the fragrance in the air too heady and strong. Considering Alfred's willingness to come in here, he suspected that was on purpose.
Still it was a relief... being able to talk like this without biology involved.
"But..." Alfred continued, breaking the silence. Arthur looked at him and found the omega to be curled in on himself slightly, drawing circles in the water, "father want us a couple even if not breed."
This wasn't news to Arthur, so he didn't know what to say.
"Does it bother you?"
The alpha shrugged, "I have no choice." He said honestly.
Alfred looked slightly upset, "That not what I asked."
Arthur hesitated, looking down at the water. To be completely honest, he couldn't say objectively how he felt about this situation. He had no idea how much of his attraction was his body manipulating him and how much of it was because he liked the other boy, but... he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "I... do not dislike the idea." He said slowly, trying to work around the concept in his head. "You are not unpleasant. I don't find myself particularly bothered by you. You enjoy learning as did I, so I'm certain we have common ground." He watched the water rippling around him, feeling off balance. "This world... is hard for me to understand. I'll need some time to figure it out... as well as to figure myself out."
The omega was quiet, listening intently to ever word. Even the lion fountains in the bath seemed to be eavesdropping as they spared them curious glances. "If... you do not dislike me..." Alfred began and Arthur turned his head to see the omega wide-eyed and rigid and not looking at him. "I want you to... c- court... me like... like you would someone else..."
His throat felt tight as he took a breath. "Alright." He agreed, his mind hardly sparing a second to process the request. If they weren't in a bath he was sure his palms would have been sweaty.
"So... we are courting now?" Alfred asked. Arthur gave him a perplexed glance as the omega sent him a strangely calculating look. "Omega here... we court too..."
Oh. Well, that was new. Arthur would have asked how that worked, but there was a question to be answered, "I... suppose if we are both willing... then, yes... we are courting now."
He could feel the water shift as the omega moved closer, but Arthur froze as he sat rigidly and waited to see what would happen next.
Strangely, he still couldn't smell the other, but Alfred must have been thinking the same thing as he sighed and said, "Negotiations often held in bath because scent does not work here."
"I see." Arthur said, suddenly understanding another reason why he might have been brought here.
Alfred was rummaging through the soaps Arthur had placed at the edge of the tub, picking one up and looking at Arthur with apprehension. "I will wash your hair." He said and the alpha decided this must have been a common courting act. Nodding hesitantly, he turned so that his back was to Alfred.
After a moment he felt fingers in his hair, soap lathering up under gentle caresses. No one had done this for him but his mum and that was when he had been a small child... It was strangely soothing in a weird way and far more intimacy than he had expected when he had woken up that day.
They'd only known each other for a handful of days, nearing on a week, and already they were courting...
Not only that but he'd quite thoroughly stuck his tongue down the omega's throat earlier. Feeling his face heat he said, "I'm sorry for earlier..."
The fingers in his hair twitched and stilled. "I kissed you." That voice said, almost too soft to hear.
"You were overwhelmed by me. I was being careless."
Alfred snorted, the sound not very dignified for a royal prince. "Not everything is about you." He said, but it sounded like he was pouting.
Arthur felt himself laugh softly, the tension between them noticeably easing.
Perhaps that was true.
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 01:16 am (UTC)(link)but yay! These two are courting each other. And how cute when Alfred wanted to court Arthur in return? Just adorable!
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 01:34 am (UTC)(link)super hero
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w- wat no (´；д ；`)
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 03:57 am (UTC)(link)They are courting now! Yay!
Is it my imagination or do I recognize your writing. You don't actually have to answer that.
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)The difficulty here was that Arthur had never courted an omega before and, in new era, if there were resources for him they were not ones he could access by any means. He could barely follow along as to what the technology of the time was supposed to be, let alone utilize it without Alfred's aid.
And moreover, if he looked for guidance that would reflect poorly on him.
So he needed to simply make do with what he did know.
That, coupled with his limited resources, left him with only a few ideas, but enough to show his hand. Alphas and omegas were courting long before civilized society came into being, after all.
Once the bath had ended, Alfred had led him back to the room and given him another set of clothes. This time the garb was different in subtle ways, looking more posh than the casual wear he had had on before, and, when prodded, the omega admitted that his brother had advised something like this.
It was extremely elaborate, but he donned at least the basics of it-- white pants that turned into boots that appeared to have some kind of embossing along the side, a back undershirt, and a lavender coat that went down to his knees. There was a ribbon or sorts, which seemed to fashion into a regal bow beneath his neck, but, as for the frills, he left off some of the accessories along with a slightly gaudy hat.
Studying himself in the washroom mirror, Arthur decided this was probably an improvement over his previous clothing and exited to find Alfred dressed in his normal wear.
The omega, who hadn't seen the actual clothing up until now, stared at him with his mouth partially agape. Arthur felt a flicker of worry, "Is this bad?" He asked, hoping Matthew hadn't been playing some kind of unknown prank on him.
He felt relieved when the omega shook his head furiously, "N- no it is fine." He said, stumbling over his words.
Arthur could tell from the way Alfred's jaw was set that something was amiss. "What is it?" He asked, stern.
The omega glanced up at him, flushing. "That is... that is a..." Alfred licked his lip. "When omega court... one wear something like that sometime..." He hesitated. "Usually the... the one brought into family... Usually the... selected... bride..."
"..." Arthur faintly wondered how Matthew had predicted this turn of events, and his respect for the other brother rose ten-fold.
"It is... it is true... that I court you, too, but..." The omega was flustered, but Arthur saw it was in a good way. "It seem strange on alpha..."
Perhaps something like seeing the wife you were to marry in her wedding gown?
Yes, that seemed similar... perhaps less formal and ceremonial, but similar. At least in his own mind.
"I'll wear it if it makes you happy." Arthur said, sincere in his words as he gave Alfred a warm look. He could feel alpha charm just oozing off of him, but it wasn't that he wanted to manipulate Alfred...
No, he really was interested in courting him, he had just been incredibly resistant towards it up until now. It felt like some kind of floodgate had been released as he just allowed himself to indulge and soothe all the pent up tension from his inaction.
He was in another time and place with people he had never met but...
This omega felt like his anchor and even if he felt overwhelmed and in over his head he could tell there was something genuine and honest and well-meaning about this male and although he didn't know him well...
He was beginning to accept the way this entire situation swept him away from all that was familiar, like a strong current.
Alfred looked slightly enamored with Arthur's appearance, a blush etching up further at the words he spoke, but then the omega was on his feet and heading into the washroom and when he returned it was with that funny hat.
"Wear this too?" He asked, looking heart-breakingly hopeful.
Eyeing the small top hat with the elaborate fringe, Arthur sighed. It was a little emasculating but... "That won't fit on my head." He said. Alfred just laughed a little and moved closer, seeming to mess with his hair for a moment before placing the thing on his head.
Curious, Arthur went back to the mirror.
The little hat sat tilted neatly on his head, looking more perfect in its set than he would have thought possible without some kind of professional stylist, his hair tousled around it in a favorable way. All in all it was a touch too feminine for his tastes but...
He supposed it really wasn't that bad. Perhaps it all had a sort of eccentric gentleman look to it? Yes, that seemed acceptable too.
Alfred was standing in the doorway, watching him as he looked himself over. Arthur glanced at the omega, "You like this sort of thing?" He asked, raising a brow.
"... It means many thing." Alfred said, appearing overwhelmed.
"Things." Arthur said.
Alfred paused. "What?"
"It means many things, is what you meant. Plural. Multiple. More than one." The alpha was fiddling with his strange bow when he spoke, not looking at the other, but when he did he saw Alfred standing there looking at him with wide eyes. "Ah... What?" He dearly hoped he hadn't offended.
"I... sometime forget I don't know English like you." The omega hesitated. "Is... is my English bad--?"
"No, no, no..." Arthur said, feeling faintly rude for his actions. "Your English is fairly good, there are just minor things here and there..."
Alfred's face was suddenly quite serious. "Will you teach me?"
"Teach you...?"
"I want to know good English... I want to be best..." The omega ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed. "I hate mistake. If I am best I can learn more about past... Learn more about everything that happen... How we are here now..." He looked at Arthur, dead serious. "I want you teach me everything. I want to understand past. I don't want breed but... but society... everything die without alpha... It will..."
Arthur felt the anxiety in the air, the seriousness of this topic leaving him wanting more. "Why do you need alphas...?" He asked, feeling a strange sense of disconnectedness. He had known that others wanted he and Alfred to breed, but he had never stopped to ask... why, exactly. To produce more alphas? But to what end...?
Alfred looked pained. "It is... recent development. Omega breed omega seem fine but now it... it is not good. It is very bad."
"Why?"
The omega released a shuddered breath, obviously upset by the subject. "Immune system is weak." His hand was tensed into a fist as he spoke. "Viral outbreak... just demolish population sometime. Also... genetic deformity... complication... Used to be alpha sample used to make alpha but something happen. All sample just gone..."
Alfred left for the bedroom and Arthur followed, entranced by his words and compelled to know more.
The omega in question pulled a book out from the shelf and opened it. A realistic image of a man came to life in the form of some sort of projection. It didn't move, just stood there like a three dimensional image. "This last alpha... before you. He killed. We think murder, so we keep you secret-- tell no one. It one hundred twenty-three year ago, but not take risk. All alpha sample disappear after that and no one know why, but we are protected here. No one know about you... We hope to safely rebuild and fight outbreak. Hope that no one tamper with children. Everyone scared but no one know what to do. We hope this give people hope."
The omega put the book down and sat on the bed, looking tired and suddenly older. He lifted his glasses up to rub at his eyes.
Leveling the silent Arthur with another look, he said, "I do not want breed... I want to learn and find out why we are like this now. What happen? So many record in English... but English is dead now... like alpha was. No one take it seriously. No one care... But so many record... Maybe someone try to hide them? Kill language too?"
Arthur sat down next to Alfred on the bed, feeling the strange balance of their body weight on the mattress. "I am alive." He said, voice heavy.
"Yes. We all surprise... Hope to find beta or omega from past that know English... And it is alpha..."
Swallowing, Arthur asked, "You said you found me...?"
"Buried. Buried very, very deep underground... Old lab... Found power source reading on map but did not know we find such a thing. Miracle you not dead, in fact." He could feel Alfred's eyes on him so he looked up, finding those sky blues burning into his very being. "You are miracle."
Arthur felt choked, his weight in this world suddenly seeming so much heavier. His every breath was a miracle to an unknown amount of people and here he was...
... taking it all for granted.
Alfred fell silent again, hands fisted on the fabric of his pants as he said, "I do not want to breed... but I want to save everyone... Maybe with you I do this. Maybe I bear children. I do not want to, but maybe I can love you."
A beat of silence.
The omega continued. "Maybe you can make me love you enough to do this?"
There was no response that Arthur could conjure until those pained blue eyes glanced up at him again and he felt his heart freeze.
"Please?" The sound a hoarse whisper, heavy with grief.
"... Alright."
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 9)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)You provided a lot of information there, Authornon, but it didn't at all feel overwhelming. It was written very well.
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)The world you have created is so interesting. And I find myself so amused by the things they try to get through with the language barriers.
I love that you included Matthew, so many people write USUK without him, and it saddens me.
Also gawd Francis.. to know you are dangerous to yourself that's just hilarious dude.
Anyway, I eagerly await an update~
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-28 07:46 am (UTC)(link)Namely, they kept fumbling around each other like two love drunk squirrels on a thin branch. It was a game of sorts and one that Arthur couldn't say he was very good at, but that didn't prevent him from giving it his best shot regardless.
Honestly, most of it was just instinct.
On the first night, they had gone to bed with a feeling of mutual anticipation. Their proximity made it easy to assume that something would happen... and Arthur chose not to disappoint. Once settled beneath the covers, he deliberately moved to Alfred's side of the bed and very cautiously curled up behind the omega, his cheek resting on the back of the other man's neck. He could tell from where his hand lay on the other's chest that his heart was racing, so he went one step further and let his teeth settle on the supple flesh of the omega's neck, teasing it.
"A- ahh..." Alfred groaned, twitching. Arthur felt his lips curl into a silly little grin. An omega's neck was extremely sensitive and the kneading of his teeth was all too similar to what an alpha would do before marking their mate during a heat. Still, he left it at only that, gently kissing the tender skin before letting himself get more comfortable.
It was a long while before either of them fell asleep.
In the morning, Arthur had woken up on Alfred's side of the bed alone, but his confusion was soon replaced with intrigue as he saw a bouquet of flowers at the bedside with a little card. Leaning over to read it, he saw the words 'GOODMORNING' written in very rigid English, no space between. He smiled softly as he lay there, studying the card and wondering what type of flower it was that he had been given. It was red--almost rose-like--but there were little white stripes on the petals that reminded him of tiger markings...
Uncertain as to where Alfred had gone, Arthur got up, showered, and donned his new, courting garb only to meet the omega himself as he exited the washroom. The other blond perked up at the sight of him, shyly gesturing to one of those floating platters as his face heated with a blush. "Brought breakfast..." He said.
Arthur smiled gently, "Say, 'I brought you breakfast.'" He corrected.
"I brought you breakfast." Alfred said, watching Arthur for approval.
"Much better." Arthur reassured, much to the omega's delight. Walking over to the platter his eyes grew wide at the selection. Some pasties of some sort, a few meats, a yellow mush that could have been egg, and some kind of juice. And grapes. There always seemed to be grapes... "This looks fantastic." He said, noticing Alfred's ear-to-ear grin out of the corner of his eye. He picked up one of the pastries and settled himself in a chair.
Alfred looked excited. "Oh-- this too!" He exclaimed, taking a little pot and pouring it into a cup. It seemed to be tea. "I research England. Earl grey, yes?"
"'Researched.'" Arthur corrected, "And, yes, earl grey sounds amazing. You actually have some?"
"Yes! It was hard, but market had some."
"'The market.'" Arthur said, taking the small cup as Alfred offered it.
The omega repeated the correction to himself a few times.
Raising the rim to his lips, Arthur found the taste a little bitter and somehow... off... but it was vaguely familiar and that was as good as it got in this future. "It's amazing Alfred. Thank you." He said sincerely.
The omega beamed with joy.
After breakfast was finished, it occurred to him that he couldn't let Alfred out-court him like this. Determined to even the score, he asked the omega if he would like to take a walk. Curious, Alfred had agreed and said he knew of the perfect place.
They arrived shortly at an expansive garden, maintained on palace grounds, and Arthur felt a sense of awe wash over him as he admired the various types of strange and wonderful flora. Still, he was meant to woo Alfred, not the other way around, and so he tugged the omega along the winding path. He hadn't exactly planned anything, but, when they encountered an open area in the center with a large fountain, he suddenly felt inspired.
He looked at Alfred, eyes shimmering with mischief. "Do you know how to dance?" He asked.
"Dance?" Alfred repeated.
"Like this..." Arthur said, taking the omega's hand in his and using the other one to rest at the middle of his back. He might have been a hair shorter, but that didn't mean he couldn't lead.
And like that he drew Alfred into a proper English waltz, at first a clumsy follow but after a minute or two the omega seemed to get the hang of it. He went slowly at first, watching with amusement as Alfred concentrated heatedly on his feet, looking determined to follow whatever it was that Arthur's did, so the alpha went easy on him.
"English waltz." Arthur said, answering the unasked question.
Still looking at his feet, a look of recognition dawned on Alfred's face. "Waltz..." He repeated slowly, blinking. "I read... I read of this in book. It is formal..."
"Yes, it can be." The Englishman chuckled fondly. "I've never danced like this for an event, but my mum wanted me to learn it all the same. She said, 'You never know when you might need to sweep someone off their feet.'..."
Alfred went silent for a minute, following the twirling pattern of their feet. "Your mother sounds nice." He said.
"She was a lovely woman." Arthur admitted.
A strange look crossed Alfred's face before, "Do you miss her?"
Arthur felt a pang in his chest. "Yes. I've missed her every day since her death." He said quietly, honest.
Alfred looked up at his face, blue eyes questioning.
"She died long before I was stored in that tube-- don't you worry about that."
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever for?"
Alfred hesitated. "For your loss."
"Fate can be cruel." Arthur said softly, feeling a delicate breeze sweep the scent of flowers over them. "Yet we keep going. She may be gone, but I still remember her... in cups of tea, ballroom dances, and fine embroidery. She's still alive in my mind, as are many others long passed. That is all I can do to honour her, but I know she would appreciate it all the same."
A sniffle jolted Arthur's attention back to his dancing partner and he was alarmed to see the omega crying.
"A- Alfred?" He asked, startled into stopping. The omega shook his head and jerked Arthur back into the pace of the dance. Perplexed, he continued, watching Alfred's face with open concern.
"You talk and dance... so I talk and dance..." He said. Arthur didn't have a response for that. "Mother die when I was young. Matthew and I very sad but... but I never think of her like that. The way you think of your mother... you very special... I miss mine but... but she teach me many thing. She read to me at night. I want to show you thing she teach us too."
"Oh, Alfred..."
"She die to virus..." Alfred continued, eyes red rimmed. He looked like he wanted to hold back the tears but it wasn't working so he simply focused on his feet, concentrating on following Arthur's. "No one else should die. I want to stop it."
"One step at a time." Arthur said softly.
"Kiss me." Alfred said abruptly.
"Pardon?"
The omega looked at him. "I kiss you before... but I want you to kiss me."
Arthur smiled. "Love, if you demand it then it won't be the proper kiss you're looking for..."
Alfred looked on the verge of protest, so Arthur took that moment to release his side in order to spin him before drawing him back in, close. Suddenly they were both still, hesitating.
"Yet I cannot refuse you." He said, feeling light-headed as he took in that fragrant and intoxicating scent. Alfred had worked up a light sweat and he could feel the enticing allure rolling off of him in waves.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips chastely to Alfred's.
In this courting game, he was certain the score was now even.
Note: I thought, perhaps, that Alfred's clothing might be as difficult for readers to imagine as it was for me to describe, so I drew an image of it to better help illustrate. http://i.imgur.com/zI1yU4D.png
Let me know if that helps. I might follow up later with Arthur too, but, as some of you may have noticed, his outfit is based off of his Cardverse AU queen outfit.
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(Anonymous) 2014-02-28 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)Is this story a future Cardverse? Is Arthur in the Spade kingdom!?
And I love the way you write there romance/court. It just so pure love and fits there characters. There no OOC moments, just pure love.
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