Matthew knew the moment he saw them that something had happened and he wrinkled his nose in distaste as he stood in the doorway to Alfred's room. The two omegas were speaking to each other in their native tongue, Matthew looking sly and Alfred red-faced and flustered. It was completely obvious what they were discussing.
Especially since Alfred was a bit of a loud one. It wasn't impossible that they had been overheard. And it was highly likely that the room still carried the scent of their acts.
This also reassured him slightly. If Matthew had been congratulatory that would have been far more suspicious. No, instead he was acting as a brother should-- with disgust.
At least, that's how Arthur felt about the idea of any of his kin mating, dead as they may be now.
The other omega left and Alfred sighed as the door slid shut with an inaudible click. Arthur grinned up at Alfred. He'd been in a brilliant mood since he'd woken up and somehow this entire scene struck him as funny.
The omega exhaled a noise that sounded like exasperation. "Matthew is a butt." Alfred said, expression turning into one of annoyance.
"I didn't teach you that phrasing." Arthur noted.
"No, I have been reading more. And Matthew is a butt." Alfred repeated, moving to sit on the bed. The omega's neck was spotted with a dozen little kiss bruises, much to Arthur's delight. Alfred didn't seem to care overly much and Arthur wagered that was because in this time period a hickey wasn't really such a common occurrence that others might find it funny. At least not ones like those.
Alpha marks had just that bit more of teeth to them, after all.
Standing suddenly, Alfred stretched. "I have to go out for a few hours." He said by way of explanation. This was such a common occurrence lately that Arthur thought nothing of it. "My contact says he found a new dig site. I am hoping to reach it before someone else does."
"Ah, I see." Arthur said awkwardly, feeling more like the homemaking omega in this relationship. Wasn't that a truly archaic notion?
This room was stifling sometimes, but he had managed well enough...
Alfred flashed him a smile and Arthur felt his heart perk up. "When I get back... you can teach me more about alpha, okay?"
Arthur swallowed, suddenly hungry for something that wasn't food. "Okay."
With that the omega left as Arthur wished him luck in his work.
The first thing Arthur noticed when he woke up was that... he didn't remember falling asleep.
The second thing Arthur noticed when he woke up was that he was no long in Alfred's room.
A strangled bolt of panic flared through him as he jerked up into a sitting position-- or tried to. His chest met resistance and he noticed with a start that he was restrained. There was a broad swath of something tethering his chest down and his hands were bound over his head. His legs, too, seemed to be held down by something. The room around him was stark in its barrenness, much like the overly clean laboratory he had initially found himself in, but this place felt different... It had a different scent to it...
It didn't carry the acidity of cleansers but was empty... it smelled of nothing.
Arthur's heart was hammering in his chest and he pushed away the idea of betrayal. No, Alfred wouldn't have let him end up in a position like this. There was no way. This had to be some sort of kidnapping...
It could have been seconds or minutes but eventually a panel in the wall gave way--one which Arthur had though to be part of the wall--and an omega in a lab coat walked in smoothly on soft, quiet footsteps. He looked up at Arthur, eyes a dull, blank brown color and hair a sheen of black that came to meet the air above his shoulders. He was... very different from the people Arthur had seen around the palace and that only served to confirm his suspicions.
He had been taken.
"Kirkland." The person said, voice soft and male. "I see you are awake. That is very good."
Arthur grimaced as the other man spoke, head reeling as though it took sheer effort simply understand him. "W--," His voice cut off in a wheezed crack from the sheer dryness of his throat.
"Apologies. The treatment is quite new." The omega in the coat said, reaching for a side tray that Arthur hadn't noticed prior. He came away with a small cup of water and raised it to Arthur's mouth.
The alpha pressed his lips together in a thin line, refusing. The scientist tutted and pulled the cup away, setting it down again.
"You may be wondering where you are and what we are doing." The omega said, looking distractedly at a tablet, presumably containing information regarding him. "Do not worry. We will ensure you have a comfortable stay here."
Arthur snarled, a deep, feral noise and the omega looked up with a start, a flash of emotion brightening those dead eyes before it disappeared again.
"A shame. I was hoping to avoid the use of sedatives..." The omega said wistfully, giving Arthur a pointed look. The alpha backed down, narrowing his eyes. The scientist smirked softly. "You would do well to let what will happen, happen." He said conversationally, looking at the tablet again. "Once we are done, you will be with your omega again."
"What... are you gonna do...?" Arthur managed to slur, his tongue feeling heavy and weighted in a strange way. He felt like the words he said didn't make sense and... and yet they did? The confusion clouding his brain was giving him a throbbing headache.
"Oh." The scientist looked up at him, a faint look of interest on his face. "We are going to do many things, Kirkland."
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The dark-haired omega had left him alone in the room after that. Arthur inspected his surroundings with critical eye, but could find nothing that might aid him in escape. There was some kind of floating medical table at his side with vials of strange liquid and tools he didn't recognize. What he lay on felt to be cushioned and a turn of his head revealed that it was a dull and sanitary white color. The walls all looked seamless and had he not known better he would have still thought there was no door. The lights were bright, illuminating everything, and it only served to increase the already severe pounding in his head.
Luckily he was still mostly clothed, if that was any consolation. His jacket and shirt were gone, as was his hat, but he still had pants and boots.
As he was reflecting on what had become of his life, the door slid open again and this time a brunette woman entered with a bag in her hands. She smiled at him brightly and he sniffed, noting the strange scent of beta about her.
"Oh, you're such a cutie!" She told him in perfect English and he stared at her as she walked up to his side and started to hang a bag on some sort of bar. He knew before he saw the tube that it was likely an IV.
"What is that?" He rasped hoarsely, glaring.
She frowned. "Ah, you should have been given water already." She went around to the other side of the table and offered him the water. When he refused, her frown deepened. "It has some pain killers in it for your head but nothing else, I swear."
Throat agonizingly dry, Arthur stared at the water for a long moment before allowing her to press it to his lips. The cool flood of liquid down his throat felt so good he could have sighed. Once the cup was removed, he cleared his throat and said, "You didn't answer my question."
The beta gave him an amused look. "Just some nutrients to get your strength up, dear."
"Stop fucking with me." Arthur growled, glaring at her. "You're going to experiment on me? Fine. At least have the decency to tell me."
"You are a fiery one." The girl said, putting her hands on her hips. He lab coat bunched up at the motion. She shook her head and moved to continue setting up the IV. "I suppose you'll figure it out soon enough anyway. We're going to get you settled in a nice rut. That's what they called it for you, right? These days it's referred to as frenzy..."
The needle was slipped into the vein of his wrist before he could even react to those words.
"You're what--!" Arthur balked, struggling against the restraints. She sighed, like a parent deeply troubled by the behaviour of a child. "You can't do that!"
"We can and we are, Kirkland. You must understand that in this time there are no alphas to protect with such laws. Oh, putting an omega in heat without consent is illegal, but putting an alpha in rut? You'd be hard pressed to find anyone willing to care to defend you..." The words were stated so matter-of-fact-ly that Arthur could scarcely believe she could say such terrible things with a smile on her face.
He wasn't sure if it was psychosomatic or if his face was really getting warmer, but the needle in his arm stung as it filled him with foreign fluids. "That's disgusting." He spat.
She shrugged. "Perhaps. We're not going to force mate you, if that's what you're afraid of. We just want to collect some samples. You'll be doing the world a lot of good, Kirkland. Saving lives. Don't you want to be a hero?"
"Don't you fucking play games with me. This is nothing but a selfish endeavor and you know it. What-- going to sell my seed off to the highest bidder? Make a bit of cash? You take me for a fool, don't you?"
The brunette woman was glaring at him now, warmth gone from her eyes. "People are dying and you would rather take the side of a family housing humanity's only hope? I pity you, Kirkland. You let those disgusting people fill your head with lies. Mating? Breeding? You'd have one omega carry the world on his shoulders when you could be saving it yourself with a single orgasm. You say this is disgusting? Well I have news for you." Her gaze turned venomous, "You disgust me."
With those parting words, she turned on her heel and left.
Once the beta had gone, Arthur had had a lot to think about.
Yet thinking was becoming an increasingly difficult task as time went on. He was sure he was being observed somehow, as the absence of any personnel left him suspicious, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His body felt hot and his breathing turned ragged as he panted quietly in the silent room. It was humiliating to be bound like this, forced into a chemical-induced state of rut. His mind was all muddled and his pants felt tight and chafing. He was half-hard just from the small touch of friction he had unintentionally caused every time he struggled against the bondage.
He'd never been with an omega in heat and, therefore, had never experienced the rut that drove alphas to claim their mates, but he could tell from the way he simmered with need that being put in one without an omega around was akin to torture. His entire body felt this terrible ache of confusion, as though there was something it wanted but it couldn't figure out what.
And his mind only really made the entire thing worse. Try as he might, he couldn't get Alfred out of his head. They'd had sex so bloody recently that he could taste it and the more he tried not to think about the curve of his thighs or the heavenly-sweet scent of his neck, the more he did think about it.
Fully hard, his cock throbbed in his trousers and as embarrassing as it was he really just wanted to rub against something.
Yet there was nothing, no one, and no relief.
And the drip just kept going as drop after drop was drained into his body.
Over the next few hours, the mild feeling of restlessness evolved into agony.
Oh man this has taken an awesome twist. I can't wait to see where this goes! But may I second the request in an earlier part that if there's going to be Arthur/other action, you warn before the actual story? Thanks so much.
Oh hot damn! I was worried when you introduced the kidnapping (like really worried) but the rationalization is a hard notion to argue against! Now I'm torn from wanting Arthur to get back to Alfred and wanting lots omegas to get pregnant with mini-Arthur. It'd be like a bizarre twist on the British Empire :D and UKUS heat sex? Mmmmmm yes please!!
And who is the brunette with her perfect English... What a mystery!!
I liked how you made the "villain" in this story not three dimension and have the reader being sympathetic towards them. It's tough question and you get the sense that all the characters struggling to survive and not wanting human race to die out.
Though I have question what happen to Alpha's? What made them die out, and if Arthur sample used how will they know it will produce Alpha's? What if Omega is born?
Also is this future france? I asked this because it seems like Francis their father though I wonder what happen to restore the monarch.
When alpha and omega genetic material are combined there is a much higher rate of obtaining an alpha than obtaining an omega. (9:1 ratio) At least, it was that way in Arthur's time. They can test during incubation for the fetus' type. I would imagine an omega fetus would be sent to be cared for in a normal facility as an option for adoption.
This isn't future France. He is still Alfred and Matthew's father and the king. This person is a brunette, beta woman. She is based on a character in Hetalia, however. :)
Arthur's mind was a battlefield of psychological spears and blood-- figurative men dead and dying in muddied waters as their fellows stepped over them to fight an enemy that couldn't be seen. Blades crackling against empty air as one by one his defenses fell to waste and his mind was corrupted by lust and need. He felt a man possessed by demons, urges in him snarling like wolves as instinct clashed teeth with dignity.
He was losing. This wasn't rut-- this was hell.
Whatever they had given him had been wrong. It had to have been wrong. This wasn't right. His body was screaming at him so he was screaming at the room in turn. It was empty, white walls void of life. If he found an omega now... what would he do with it?
He was a disgusting creature. He shouldn't be like this.
He could hurt people.
This wasn't humanity. Could he even speak anymore? Were words even a thing he was capable of? Growling and snarling and foaming-- those he could do. Those he was doing. Yet could he speak?
Did he have the power to tell someone to run before it was too late?
The door snapped open, the noise loud in his ears like a thousand feet pounding on the ground in simultaneous assault. He jerked his head towards it and snarled, straining against his bondage.
The figures were wearing full-bodied suits. They were threats. They would debase him. A single touch and his seed would flood and drown his battlefield in defeat. The only thing he could do was thrash--
Don't come near me.
I'm dangerous.
"Oh god, he's completely gone..." One of the suits said, hesitating.
The other shoved the first, "C'mon, we have to get him out of here quickly. We can figure out what they did to him later..."
"R- right..." The first suit said.
It made Arthur's head pound to listen to them, but the voices were ones he knew. Was he imagining it? Could it be so perfect that Alfred and Matthew would be here? It was impossible. A cruel and twisted, drug-induced dream. How could he be saved this easily? Was he even being saved? Was he not dooming the world?
A needle pricked his arm and he jerked but a hand held his wrist firm to keep it from thrashing. "Calm, Arthur..." And this time the voice was distinct. Definitely Alfred. It rang clear in his ears, like day. "We are here to save you."
Arthur relaxed slightly. He couldn't smell their scents at all, which made him cautious, but that was infinitely better than the alternative. An omega scent now was only a catalyst. It would only drive him further into frenzy.
Things started to go dark, but it was blissful in a way. The pain couldn't follow him here. The fear couldn't follow him here. His demons were slipping away into dust as his soldiers disappeared. Sweet, sweet, nothingness.
And then no more.
He woke to the sounds of voices and a headache that dominated any hangover that he might have ever had. And he groaned.
"Oh, he's awake!" It was a warbled noise, but one he could just faintly grasp. His head pounded in his skull fiercely and he was beyond grateful to hear the words, "Pain killers... He needs pain killers..."
He opened his eyes blearily, his body already seizing with a feeling of need but... it was less now. Significantly. Blissfully. This felt normal. This felt controllable...
The room came into focus and he realized he was in a place he didn't recognize on a bed that smelled only of him. The decor read palace, however, so it wasn't very hard to figure out where he was.
He shifted slightly and at the clinking of metal he realized that he was wearing loose restraints. He couldn't even find room to complain, but a cup and some pills were shoved at him and he took them without question.
Forcing himself to focus on the figures in front of him, he looked up to find the openly worried faces of Alfred and Matthew.
"Dude... He doesn't look so good..." Alfred said, lips pulling into a frown.
"Yes, well he has been through a lot." Matthew replied.
Arthur stared at them, perplexed. There was something very distinctly off about all of this. It felt surreal.
Alfred interrupted his thoughts, however, by stepping forward warily. "Arthur... You are alright?"
"Er..." The alpha worked his lips for a moment, as though he'd forgotten how to speak. Then he found it again. "Yes. Quite."
"That is good." Alfred said. His face turned apologetic. "We had to use the restraints just in case. I am sorry. We cannot take them off until you are better."
From the fact that he already had a terribly painful erection just from the scent and presence of the two omegas, he blushed. "Yes that is-- that is for the best..."
Matthew was looking at him critically but then his gaze shifted to Alfred. "Don't take advantage of him while he's like this."
Arthur's face turned dark red, but so did Alfred's.
"Oh my god, shut up. I told you already, it's not like that. We slept together one time. One time! And I mean-- yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome, but that's not the point. I'm not an ass. Besides maybe he would be up for it-- but that's not the point! I told you not to bring that up here."
The other omega just smiled a sly little smile and wriggled slightly as he said, "You liiiike him..."
"..." Arthur was gaping at them. He had never seen either speak in such a way before him. Prior, Matthew had been quite proper and Alfred had been fairly well-behaved, but this? And in front of him. He cleared his throat slightly, looking away as he gave them a very awkward, and secretly aroused, "I- I'm honoured you feel as you do Alfred, truly, but now may be a less than opportune time to discuss all this..." His tongue felt oddly heavy and strange, like it was tripping over itself, but he blamed nerves and the tender heat of his arousal for that.
His words were met with dead silence.
After a long moment he turned back to gaze at them, only to find both brothers staring at him with a look of shock and some mortification.
"... What?" Arthur tensed, suddenly very concerned that he had just done something terribly wrong.
Alfred was the first to speak. "Arthur... You..." He was just gaping at him, hand gesturing loosely for words he couldn't quite find. "You can... understand us?"
Arthur furrowed his brow. "I wasn't so drugged as to lose my ability to speak English." He said, slightly indignant.
Matthew's face was perplexed and drawn, as though he was trying to work something out in his head.
Finally he said, "Arthur... we're not speaking English."
Poor Arthur! That was horrific. I think Arthur was saved at just the right point.
Good job Authornon. Going from bliss to disaster just like that. Wow!
Loving all the new developments, Authornon. This story is so fantastic. Always something new and unexpected. Your way of describing things really grasps my attention and keeps the action compelling.
I kept trying to think of a reason he would be now able to understand their language, but I couldn't.. so I will instead excitedly wait for your next update. Which is what I already do.
"... I beg your pardon?" Arthur said, dubious. This had to have all been some sort of elaborate trick. He couldn't speak any other language-- he only knew English.
Alfred looked torn between mild humiliation, shock, and befuddlement while Matthew settled for a more thoughtful expression. It was the latter who spoke first, "Arthur... you're speaking our language right now. Fluently, I might add."
"There's a bit of an accent..." Alfred added, but Matthew waved a hand to shush him.
"Do you have any idea why you can do this now? You couldn't before. Even if you had spent your entire time here studying it, you would be nowhere near this level."
Arthur took a breath, trying to wrap his head around this. Quite honestly, the throbbing in his mind was already too much for him to get any real thought in. "I... don't know..." He said slowly, carefully, as though trying to understand it. His tongue still felt strange, like he wasn't used to making... whatever sounds he was making. "To my ears it sounds like we're all speaking English."
"Brain wave manipulation..." Matthew hissed under his breath, biting the knuckle of his hand as he glared out at nothing.
Alfred looked between the two and must have decided to explain since Matthew looked lost in thought, "That's... changing the structure of how your brain interprets information. If it sounds like English to you, then... someone tampered with your mind in order to make that happen. It's really fucking illegal."
"Especially non consensual operations." Matthew added, looking livid. "Oh, yes it can be convenient but it could have easily killed you..."
Arthur just stared at the two, trying to absorb all of this. He swallowed to wet his throat and then said, "Why would they--?"
"I don't know." Matthew answered honestly. "You're like this now, however. Reversing the procedure is out of the question. Whoever did this spent a lot of money and did a damn good job of it, so you're stuck with it. It'll take you weeks to recover mentally as it is..."
Something occurred to Arthur and he looked up at the two with a jolt, "How did I end up in that laboratory? What happened?"
Alfred's expression turned grim, but Matthew just shook his head. This time Alfred answered him, "I think... we need to talk about things first. I'll send some food in for you and then we'll, um..." He paused, searching for words, "talk... I guess."
Unsatisfied but too tired to fight it, Arthur just took a deep breath before nodding and allowing the two omegas to retreat from the room.
Now that he thought about it, he felt bloody exhausted.
Laying back in the bed, he let himself settle into the large, plush pillows. Unlike in Alfred's bedroom, there was a large window in this one and it appeared to overlook the garden. He watched some of the strange birds flutter about outside in the synthetic sunlight.
He was tired... and his head hurt... and his cock was aching hard from the scent of omega that still lingered in the room.
Despite all of this, he fell into a restless sleep.
Arthur woke again to the smell of food and something cool resting on his forehead. Blinking his eyes open, he felt as the compress was removed. Trying to clear his head, he rubbed at his face as he sat up.
"Morning, sleepyhead..."
Arthur jerked his head towards the sound, finding Alfred sitting on the edge of the bed with a hoovering platter of breakfast behind him. It took him all of a moment to remember their last conversation and he blinked owlishly, trying to get his mind to start working again.
"Ah... good morning..."
Alfred's lips curled into a wry smile. "You're speaking my language again... but you were murmuring in English in your sleep."
Arthur flushed, "Was I?"
"Yeah... Matt said that maybe you're triggered to switch when you hear someone else speaking. Sounds believable enough..."
This felt very, very strange, talking to Alfred like this. "I see..."
"Does your head hurt?"
"A little." Was Arthur's instantaneous response. "Well..." He hesitated before, "a lot, actually."
Alfred handed him some pills and a glass of water, which Arthur took eagerly. "They really did a number on you. We had someone scan the changes made to make sure that they didn't tamper with anything else, but it seems they only went after the language center of your brain. We still don't know why..."
This was a lot to process. Arthur wasn't sure he was comfortable with people scanning his brain while he slept, but he wasn't about to beat around the bush with nonsense like that, "Why was I kidnapped?"
The omega stared at him, blue eyes searching green for a long moment before he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Now that Arthur was paying attention, he noticed that Alfred looked a touch sleep deprived. "It... was my fault. The call to the dig site was a fake sent to separate me from you. I didn't even realize it until I was there, which is really fucking stupid of me... I was calling all of my guys but it wasn't going through so that's when I got suspicious. By the time I got back you'd already been captured."
Arthur let him talk, soaking up every word. Despite the context and despite how much his head was pounding... there was just something so utterly refreshing about hearing someone speak casually and naturally. It was a far cry from the awkward, rigid English he was used to.
"Matt was already working on tracking you down when I got here-- apparently they'd sent him a decoy too, but he figured it out a lot sooner than I did. We mobilized the royal army to storm the building, but when we found you... well..." Alfred inhaled a deep breath, looking haggard, "it was too late."
"Too late?" Arthur echoed, slightly haunted by the fact that he had just made it sound as though he were dead.
"The, uh-- the rut was... well... you know." The omega was blushing now, not looking at him. "You were just screaming and stuff and it was... really fucking terrifying. I'll be perfectly honest: I thought you would have ripped my hand off or something. But Matt said some shit about courting and it was my job and I had to be responsible and blah, blah, blah..."
Arthur wasn't sure if he was thankful or annoyed at this moment and Alfred must have sensed this because he hurried to continue.
"But, uh... this was all my fault so... and I couldn't leave you like that..." He swallowed, looking pained as he glanced up at Arthur. "I'm really sorry. I'll understand if you, um... can't forgive me for getting you involved in all of this..."
Arthur was quiet for a moment.
It was true that that had been one of the most painful and horrific moments of his life and having someone to blame it on would have been nice, but Alfred was most certainly not that person.
He exhaled an exasperated laugh. "You're a right moron." He said. Alfred shrunk in on himself slightly, but Arthur continued, "Why would I blame you for this?"
"I should have taken better care of you... I'm you're omega..."
Oh how novel that sentiment was for an alpha to hear. Yet there was something strangely intimate about Alfred calling himself his omega and it made his face heat slightly. "Yes, and well... you got me back, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but--,"
"No buts. You rescued me. End of discussion." The alpha pressed. He shifted where he sat in the bed, slightly uncomfortable by the fact that he was still in the midst of a rather nasty rut. It seemed an omega that wasn't in heat was much easier to resist than one that was, for what it was worth, but that didn't change the fact that his cock was still quite hard and his head was still quite muzzy with indecent thoughts.
This entire time he had been periodically thinking back to their former escapades and how gloriously Alfred had writhed under him in bed.
The omega was quiet, looking thoughtful. "It... hurts doesn't it?"
"What?" Arthur said, not following.
"Ah, um..." Alfred pointed at his lower body, which was hidden by heavy blankets.
Arthur turned ten shades of red, "Yes-- well, that's-- that's all par for the course, really..."
Alfred was quiet, but it made Arthur fidget with the way the omega was just staring at where he presumed Arthur's crotch to be. "Do you... want me to help you with it...?"
The alpha just stared at him, "... Pardon?"
He had a sneaking suspicion that this was a spur of the moment idea on Alfred's behalf, because the omega seemed to realize what he was saying, blushed profusely, and stammered out a, "W- well it is my fault and... I..." His eyes trailed back to Arthur's lower half again, like moth to flame, "I wouldn't... mind..."
Arthur had been so caught up in worrying about his rut that he had forgotten about the effects it had on omegas too. "You're likely just being enticed by my pheromones. Are you really sure you want to do something like this...?"
The omega's scent was already piqued with sweet arousal as he gave a breathless, "Yeah."
How the hell could Arthur resist that? He sighed and shifted over to make room.
AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! I love the explanation for why Arthur understands now! And an angry Matt? Yikes!! I would get very far out of his way!! And more sexy times!! Score! As always I'm adoring the updates!!
As sweet as Alfred's scent had been, it had nothing on the taste of his skin, succulent and slick under his tongue as he nipped lightly at the omega's collarbone. He was still chained to the bed with shackles that, while light and airy, seemed very sturdy, but that barely hindered his movement.
Alfred was on top of him, still clothed but ruffled, small breathy gasps on his lips as he buried his face into Arthur's hair and squirmed against him. While his body might have been just the slightest bit larger, he was still as cute and soft as any omega. Perhaps even more so. "Nngh... A- Arthur..."
The alpha found Alfred's earlobe and suckled on it, letting a canine tooth drag along the soft cartilage as the omega whined. "What do you want me to do to you...?" Arthur exhaled against his ear, feeling Alfred shiver. Now that he could understand him, it made Alfred so much more arousing to listen to.
"I- I..." The omega struggled, face turning a brilliant red. Arthur let his hand wander to cup the curve of the other male's arse and was rewarded with a beautiful moan. "There-- I- I want you there again..."
"Inside of you...?" Arthur teased, kneading that soft flesh under his hand through the fabric of his pants.
Alfred keened against him, grinding softly. "Yeah... Mn-- i- inside..."
The door flew open and Matthew strode in, "Alfred you said you would only take a minute, at this rate we'll be late... for..."
Arthur stared at Matthew as Matthew stared back at him. Alfred appeared to be trying to disappear as he buried his face in the alpha's chest.
A beat of awkward silence rang heavy in the room.
Deciding on a course of action, Arthur gripped Alfred harder, letting his fingers drift closer to the omega's aching hole as the other male gave a soft, uncontrolled whine in response. "As you can see we're busy at the moment, but after I fuck him senseless I'll be sure to return him to you." Normally he would have never uttered such vulgarity towards someone who had only been kind to him, but he was an alpha in rut and Alfred was his promised mate and he refused to give Matthew a chance to separate them at this point.
The other omega's face had turned a fine scarlet and he stumbled over his own words as he managed some kind of embarrassed excuse and ducked out of the room.
"Oh my god..." Alfred exhaled against him, speechless. "I can't believe you said that to him. Fuck, he's going to go straight to dad and tell him. He's such a gossip..."
"I hardly care about that." Arthur muttered, remorseless. "In fact, I rather wish you would have been naked. Then he could have seen all the marks I left on you from last time."
Alfred made a scandalized noise in his throat before it turned into something of a laugh. "Were all alphas from your time like this?"
Arthur made a noncommittal noise. "I'm like this. You're mine and he was interrupting us." He returned to suckling at the omega's ear before going in for a kiss to stop whatever protest the other might have had.
The omega relaxed against him, allowing him free roam of his mouth as he explored every velvety nook and smooth tooth. Pulling away, he nuzzled Alfred's cheek and the omega chuckled softly, "Are you marking me...?"
"Marking you?" Arthur repeated, too content with feeling that soft, cool flesh against his own.
"I read that alphas try to cover their mates in their scent." A pause, "We're not mates but--,"
"We might as well be." Arthur said, rut clouding his mind and loosening his tongue. "I won't accept anyone else."
Alfred went quiet at that, but after a moment he gave a pleased sighed and nuzzled back slightly, much to Arthur's delight.
"You're wearing too much." Arthur grumbled lightly, pulling at Alfred's shirt. The omega moved to help him remove it and it slid off effortlessly. "Better but..." He tugged at the pants."
"What if someone comes in again?"
"If they're smart, then they won't." Arthur said simply. "And if they're not, then they deserve whatever it is that they see." Soon the pants were gone and his omega was completely bare, garments discarded.
"What about you?" Alfred said, looking at Arthur's fully clothed body. The restraints made it impossible to remove everything completely, but it was no matter.
Arthur reached down and tugged the pants he wore to his thighs, his erection standing thick and tall. "We'll do it like this... and you'll get on top." The alpha said, openly pleased about this plan.
"It looks bigger now..." Alfred said, prodding the bulb at the base of his length.
Arthur hissed at the feeling, the skin tender. "Rut is supposed to be a reaction to an omega in heat, yes? We can only hope I don't end up knotting you like this..."
The look the omega gave him almost made him laugh, but he managed to restrain it.
"I'm sure the possibility is very low." He amended. "It takes an omega's body to stimulate it into doing such a thing..."
Alfred visibly relaxed. "So, uh... preparing...?"
"We can do it like last time."
"Ah... I... bought something for that, um..."
"Oh?"
The omega leaned over to his discarded clothing, pulling free a bottle of what Arthur could only guess was lube.
The alpha grinned, "Did you plan this--,"
"No! I just... I just wanted to be prepared, is all. People don't really do this kind of thing anymore, so I even had to special order. I just read in a book that--"
"Uh huh..." Arthur said, unconvinced. Still, he took the bottle without complaint and poured some of it onto his hand. It was already warm and he smiled at the inventive nature of the future. "Turn around, love."
Alfred hesitantly did as he was asked, exposing himself reluctantly to the alpha.
Wasting no time, Arthur eased in an eager finger and felt a heat flare up in his chest as Alfred gave a throaty, blissful moan.
You provide proof positive that Arthur is naturally dominant. I love have you portray him. Even though he's suffering though an unnatural rut, he's just so suave.
I was giggling through this whole part. It's great.
Arthur admired the delightful curves of Alfred's thighs as he slid the lube-slicked finger deep into his omega, relishing the way it caused his soon-to-be-mate to come undone. "When you're in heat we won't need to do this." He said heatedly, gripping the skin of his thigh as he wriggled the finger inside of him. "You'll be dripping with heat slick..."
"Oh god..." Alfred moaned, squirming. "I- I don't, nnh... I don't know what that i- is..."
The alpha gently added a second finger and felt the tight muscle clench and squeeze before it relaxed. Scissoring him lightly, he said, "You'll self-lubricate in anticipation. Oh-- you'll be so wet we'll have to change the sheets every other hour. It'll just keep coming and coming-- just like me inside of you once I have you knotted proper."
Alfred made a sinfully delicious sound.
"I'll bite your neck so hard your ancestors will feel it. You'll be marked as mine-- you'll smell like me..." He let his fingers curl up to where he knew the omega's prostate was, rewarded with a strangled cry for his efforts. "I'll fill you up and you'll be so pregnant you won't be able to walk..."
"P- please..." Alfred gasped, begging.
"What do you want, poppet?" Arthur purred.
"I want you inside-- now, ah, please..."
"You're not ready."
Alfred made a frustrated noise. "I don't care!"
Chuckling, Arthur removed his fingers as he let his hands wander that perfect arse. "Straddle me, then." He told him, and Alfred did as commanded, turning to face Arthur as he eagerly swung a leg over his lap. Arthur shifted his cock so that the head was teasing the omega's entrance. "Lower yourself." He said.
And then Alfred did and oh god he hadn't expected it to feel that good and fuck. The alpha's fingers dug into the omega's hips as Alfred sunk onto him, only stopping once the cock was fully sheathed even down to the bulb at the end which had slid in with a satisfying, yet lewd, stretch.
Alfred was shaking, his entire body rosy-red from arousal flush as he panted from exertion. Arthur stared up at him appreciatively, "You're so fucking beautiful." He said, unable to help himself as he gave a small, teasing roll of his hips.
The omega barked out a quiet yelp of pleasure as his spine curled and he gripped at the sheets at Arthur's sides. "This feels--... this feels--,"
"Different?"
"Y- yeah..."
Arthur jerked his hips again, making Alfred cry out as his head snapped up. "My hormones are probably sensitizing your body. I'm in rut... and you can feel it." He started to rock his hips now in earnest as Alfred took every thrust with a not-so-soft cry. "You can feel every inch, can't you? You might be on top but I'm so bloody deep inside of you. Can you feel it? Can you feel how close I am to your uterus? If you were in heat I would fill you until you burst. You'd be my filthy, beautiful mess. Oh god, I love you..."
Alfred eyes snapped open but before he could say anything Arthur jerked his hips to see just how deep he could go into that lithe, pliant body, and the omega choked on a moan as he presumably hit the other male's most sensitive spot.
So he kept hitting it. Again. And again. His hands were gripping Alfred's wrists for leverage as he bucked up into him until the omega was screaming.
"A- Ar-- I--," Alfred struggled as Arthur kept up his unrelenting pace, the message only going through as hot, wet spurts of semen shot free of the omega's cock, painting Arthur's stomach in a heated mess.
The walls of the omega's body shuddered around his girth in tight tremors and the alpha felt as his orgasm was forced and he came as well, unable to hold back or resist as he eagerly jerked ribbons of seed into his mate-to-be, the knot attempting to inflate with a pitiable stretch before giving up as his cock began to turn limp.
Despite the mess, Alfred collapsed on top of him, breathing in harsh pants as he shook lightly with aftershock.
The urges of rut momentarily subsided as his length slid free of the omega and, for the moment, he simply stayed like that with Alfred, his nose pressed to the omega's hair as he wrapped his arms around the cooler body that smelled sweetly of sunshine, sand, and sex.
You describe Arthur's rut brilliantly!! The image you paint of Alfred is so wanton and sexy that I'm hot for him!! I love that they can understand each other better now. It makes for more dirty talk :) more please!!
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 14)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-09 07:20 am (UTC)(link)Especially since Alfred was a bit of a loud one. It wasn't impossible that they had been overheard. And it was highly likely that the room still carried the scent of their acts.
This also reassured him slightly. If Matthew had been congratulatory that would have been far more suspicious. No, instead he was acting as a brother should-- with disgust.
At least, that's how Arthur felt about the idea of any of his kin mating, dead as they may be now.
The other omega left and Alfred sighed as the door slid shut with an inaudible click. Arthur grinned up at Alfred. He'd been in a brilliant mood since he'd woken up and somehow this entire scene struck him as funny.
The omega exhaled a noise that sounded like exasperation. "Matthew is a butt." Alfred said, expression turning into one of annoyance.
"I didn't teach you that phrasing." Arthur noted.
"No, I have been reading more. And Matthew is a butt." Alfred repeated, moving to sit on the bed. The omega's neck was spotted with a dozen little kiss bruises, much to Arthur's delight. Alfred didn't seem to care overly much and Arthur wagered that was because in this time period a hickey wasn't really such a common occurrence that others might find it funny. At least not ones like those.
Alpha marks had just that bit more of teeth to them, after all.
Standing suddenly, Alfred stretched. "I have to go out for a few hours." He said by way of explanation. This was such a common occurrence lately that Arthur thought nothing of it. "My contact says he found a new dig site. I am hoping to reach it before someone else does."
"Ah, I see." Arthur said awkwardly, feeling more like the homemaking omega in this relationship. Wasn't that a truly archaic notion?
This room was stifling sometimes, but he had managed well enough...
Alfred flashed him a smile and Arthur felt his heart perk up. "When I get back... you can teach me more about alpha, okay?"
Arthur swallowed, suddenly hungry for something that wasn't food. "Okay."
With that the omega left as Arthur wished him luck in his work.
The first thing Arthur noticed when he woke up was that... he didn't remember falling asleep.
The second thing Arthur noticed when he woke up was that he was no long in Alfred's room.
A strangled bolt of panic flared through him as he jerked up into a sitting position-- or tried to. His chest met resistance and he noticed with a start that he was restrained. There was a broad swath of something tethering his chest down and his hands were bound over his head. His legs, too, seemed to be held down by something. The room around him was stark in its barrenness, much like the overly clean laboratory he had initially found himself in, but this place felt different... It had a different scent to it...
It didn't carry the acidity of cleansers but was empty... it smelled of nothing.
Arthur's heart was hammering in his chest and he pushed away the idea of betrayal. No, Alfred wouldn't have let him end up in a position like this. There was no way. This had to be some sort of kidnapping...
It could have been seconds or minutes but eventually a panel in the wall gave way--one which Arthur had though to be part of the wall--and an omega in a lab coat walked in smoothly on soft, quiet footsteps. He looked up at Arthur, eyes a dull, blank brown color and hair a sheen of black that came to meet the air above his shoulders. He was... very different from the people Arthur had seen around the palace and that only served to confirm his suspicions.
He had been taken.
"Kirkland." The person said, voice soft and male. "I see you are awake. That is very good."
Arthur grimaced as the other man spoke, head reeling as though it took sheer effort simply understand him. "W--," His voice cut off in a wheezed crack from the sheer dryness of his throat.
"Apologies. The treatment is quite new." The omega in the coat said, reaching for a side tray that Arthur hadn't noticed prior. He came away with a small cup of water and raised it to Arthur's mouth.
The alpha pressed his lips together in a thin line, refusing. The scientist tutted and pulled the cup away, setting it down again.
"You may be wondering where you are and what we are doing." The omega said, looking distractedly at a tablet, presumably containing information regarding him. "Do not worry. We will ensure you have a comfortable stay here."
Arthur snarled, a deep, feral noise and the omega looked up with a start, a flash of emotion brightening those dead eyes before it disappeared again.
"A shame. I was hoping to avoid the use of sedatives..." The omega said wistfully, giving Arthur a pointed look. The alpha backed down, narrowing his eyes. The scientist smirked softly. "You would do well to let what will happen, happen." He said conversationally, looking at the tablet again. "Once we are done, you will be with your omega again."
"What... are you gonna do...?" Arthur managed to slur, his tongue feeling heavy and weighted in a strange way. He felt like the words he said didn't make sense and... and yet they did? The confusion clouding his brain was giving him a throbbing headache.
"Oh." The scientist looked up at him, a faint look of interest on his face. "We are going to do many things, Kirkland."
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 14)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 07:57 am (UTC)(link)A!A p2
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 08:05 am (UTC)(link)I can words at 4am.
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 15)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 09:36 am (UTC)(link)Luckily he was still mostly clothed, if that was any consolation. His jacket and shirt were gone, as was his hat, but he still had pants and boots.
As he was reflecting on what had become of his life, the door slid open again and this time a brunette woman entered with a bag in her hands. She smiled at him brightly and he sniffed, noting the strange scent of beta about her.
"Oh, you're such a cutie!" She told him in perfect English and he stared at her as she walked up to his side and started to hang a bag on some sort of bar. He knew before he saw the tube that it was likely an IV.
"What is that?" He rasped hoarsely, glaring.
She frowned. "Ah, you should have been given water already." She went around to the other side of the table and offered him the water. When he refused, her frown deepened. "It has some pain killers in it for your head but nothing else, I swear."
Throat agonizingly dry, Arthur stared at the water for a long moment before allowing her to press it to his lips. The cool flood of liquid down his throat felt so good he could have sighed. Once the cup was removed, he cleared his throat and said, "You didn't answer my question."
The beta gave him an amused look. "Just some nutrients to get your strength up, dear."
"Stop fucking with me." Arthur growled, glaring at her. "You're going to experiment on me? Fine. At least have the decency to tell me."
"You are a fiery one." The girl said, putting her hands on her hips. He lab coat bunched up at the motion. She shook her head and moved to continue setting up the IV. "I suppose you'll figure it out soon enough anyway. We're going to get you settled in a nice rut. That's what they called it for you, right? These days it's referred to as frenzy..."
The needle was slipped into the vein of his wrist before he could even react to those words.
"You're what--!" Arthur balked, struggling against the restraints. She sighed, like a parent deeply troubled by the behaviour of a child. "You can't do that!"
"We can and we are, Kirkland. You must understand that in this time there are no alphas to protect with such laws. Oh, putting an omega in heat without consent is illegal, but putting an alpha in rut? You'd be hard pressed to find anyone willing to care to defend you..." The words were stated so matter-of-fact-ly that Arthur could scarcely believe she could say such terrible things with a smile on her face.
He wasn't sure if it was psychosomatic or if his face was really getting warmer, but the needle in his arm stung as it filled him with foreign fluids. "That's disgusting." He spat.
She shrugged. "Perhaps. We're not going to force mate you, if that's what you're afraid of. We just want to collect some samples. You'll be doing the world a lot of good, Kirkland. Saving lives. Don't you want to be a hero?"
"Don't you fucking play games with me. This is nothing but a selfish endeavor and you know it. What-- going to sell my seed off to the highest bidder? Make a bit of cash? You take me for a fool, don't you?"
The brunette woman was glaring at him now, warmth gone from her eyes. "People are dying and you would rather take the side of a family housing humanity's only hope? I pity you, Kirkland. You let those disgusting people fill your head with lies. Mating? Breeding? You'd have one omega carry the world on his shoulders when you could be saving it yourself with a single orgasm. You say this is disgusting? Well I have news for you." Her gaze turned venomous, "You disgust me."
With those parting words, she turned on her heel and left.
Once the beta had gone, Arthur had had a lot to think about.
Yet thinking was becoming an increasingly difficult task as time went on. He was sure he was being observed somehow, as the absence of any personnel left him suspicious, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His body felt hot and his breathing turned ragged as he panted quietly in the silent room. It was humiliating to be bound like this, forced into a chemical-induced state of rut. His mind was all muddled and his pants felt tight and chafing. He was half-hard just from the small touch of friction he had unintentionally caused every time he struggled against the bondage.
He'd never been with an omega in heat and, therefore, had never experienced the rut that drove alphas to claim their mates, but he could tell from the way he simmered with need that being put in one without an omega around was akin to torture. His entire body felt this terrible ache of confusion, as though there was something it wanted but it couldn't figure out what.
And his mind only really made the entire thing worse. Try as he might, he couldn't get Alfred out of his head. They'd had sex so bloody recently that he could taste it and the more he tried not to think about the curve of his thighs or the heavenly-sweet scent of his neck, the more he did think about it.
Fully hard, his cock throbbed in his trousers and as embarrassing as it was he really just wanted to rub against something.
Yet there was nothing, no one, and no relief.
And the drip just kept going as drop after drop was drained into his body.
Over the next few hours, the mild feeling of restlessness evolved into agony.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 15)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)I won't spoil anything, but I'm inclined to say that no warning like that will be necessary. ;)
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 15)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)And who is the brunette with her perfect English... What a mystery!!
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(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)The orgasm that launched a thousand pregnancies.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 15)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)Though I have question what happen to Alpha's? What made them die out, and if Arthur sample used how will they know it will produce Alpha's? What if Omega is born?
Also is this future france? I asked this because it seems like Francis their father though I wonder what happen to restore the monarch.
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(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)When alpha and omega genetic material are combined there is a much higher rate of obtaining an alpha than obtaining an omega. (9:1 ratio) At least, it was that way in Arthur's time. They can test during incubation for the fetus' type. I would imagine an omega fetus would be sent to be cared for in a normal facility as an option for adoption.
This isn't future France. He is still Alfred and Matthew's father and the king. This person is a brunette, beta woman. She is based on a character in Hetalia, however. :)
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 15)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Arthur though, I'm sure carrying the fate of humanity in your shoulders is not easy.
Ah how I love this fill~
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 16)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-14 09:59 am (UTC)(link)Arthur's mind was a battlefield of psychological spears and blood-- figurative men dead and dying in muddied waters as their fellows stepped over them to fight an enemy that couldn't be seen. Blades crackling against empty air as one by one his defenses fell to waste and his mind was corrupted by lust and need. He felt a man possessed by demons, urges in him snarling like wolves as instinct clashed teeth with dignity.
He was losing. This wasn't rut-- this was hell.
Whatever they had given him had been wrong. It had to have been wrong. This wasn't right. His body was screaming at him so he was screaming at the room in turn. It was empty, white walls void of life. If he found an omega now... what would he do with it?
He was a disgusting creature. He shouldn't be like this.
He could hurt people.
This wasn't humanity. Could he even speak anymore? Were words even a thing he was capable of? Growling and snarling and foaming-- those he could do. Those he was doing. Yet could he speak?
Did he have the power to tell someone to run before it was too late?
The door snapped open, the noise loud in his ears like a thousand feet pounding on the ground in simultaneous assault. He jerked his head towards it and snarled, straining against his bondage.
The figures were wearing full-bodied suits. They were threats. They would debase him. A single touch and his seed would flood and drown his battlefield in defeat. The only thing he could do was thrash--
Don't come near me.
I'm dangerous.
"Oh god, he's completely gone..." One of the suits said, hesitating.
The other shoved the first, "C'mon, we have to get him out of here quickly. We can figure out what they did to him later..."
"R- right..." The first suit said.
It made Arthur's head pound to listen to them, but the voices were ones he knew. Was he imagining it? Could it be so perfect that Alfred and Matthew would be here? It was impossible. A cruel and twisted, drug-induced dream. How could he be saved this easily? Was he even being saved? Was he not dooming the world?
A needle pricked his arm and he jerked but a hand held his wrist firm to keep it from thrashing. "Calm, Arthur..." And this time the voice was distinct. Definitely Alfred. It rang clear in his ears, like day. "We are here to save you."
Arthur relaxed slightly. He couldn't smell their scents at all, which made him cautious, but that was infinitely better than the alternative. An omega scent now was only a catalyst. It would only drive him further into frenzy.
Things started to go dark, but it was blissful in a way. The pain couldn't follow him here. The fear couldn't follow him here. His demons were slipping away into dust as his soldiers disappeared. Sweet, sweet, nothingness.
And then no more.
He woke to the sounds of voices and a headache that dominated any hangover that he might have ever had. And he groaned.
"Oh, he's awake!" It was a warbled noise, but one he could just faintly grasp. His head pounded in his skull fiercely and he was beyond grateful to hear the words, "Pain killers... He needs pain killers..."
He opened his eyes blearily, his body already seizing with a feeling of need but... it was less now. Significantly. Blissfully. This felt normal. This felt controllable...
The room came into focus and he realized he was in a place he didn't recognize on a bed that smelled only of him. The decor read palace, however, so it wasn't very hard to figure out where he was.
He shifted slightly and at the clinking of metal he realized that he was wearing loose restraints. He couldn't even find room to complain, but a cup and some pills were shoved at him and he took them without question.
Forcing himself to focus on the figures in front of him, he looked up to find the openly worried faces of Alfred and Matthew.
"Dude... He doesn't look so good..." Alfred said, lips pulling into a frown.
"Yes, well he has been through a lot." Matthew replied.
Arthur stared at them, perplexed. There was something very distinctly off about all of this. It felt surreal.
Alfred interrupted his thoughts, however, by stepping forward warily. "Arthur... You are alright?"
"Er..." The alpha worked his lips for a moment, as though he'd forgotten how to speak. Then he found it again. "Yes. Quite."
"That is good." Alfred said. His face turned apologetic. "We had to use the restraints just in case. I am sorry. We cannot take them off until you are better."
From the fact that he already had a terribly painful erection just from the scent and presence of the two omegas, he blushed. "Yes that is-- that is for the best..."
Matthew was looking at him critically but then his gaze shifted to Alfred. "Don't take advantage of him while he's like this."
Arthur's face turned dark red, but so did Alfred's.
"Oh my god, shut up. I told you already, it's not like that. We slept together one time. One time! And I mean-- yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome, but that's not the point. I'm not an ass. Besides maybe he would be up for it-- but that's not the point! I told you not to bring that up here."
The other omega just smiled a sly little smile and wriggled slightly as he said, "You liiiike him..."
"..." Arthur was gaping at them. He had never seen either speak in such a way before him. Prior, Matthew had been quite proper and Alfred had been fairly well-behaved, but this? And in front of him. He cleared his throat slightly, looking away as he gave them a very awkward, and secretly aroused, "I- I'm honoured you feel as you do Alfred, truly, but now may be a less than opportune time to discuss all this..." His tongue felt oddly heavy and strange, like it was tripping over itself, but he blamed nerves and the tender heat of his arousal for that.
His words were met with dead silence.
After a long moment he turned back to gaze at them, only to find both brothers staring at him with a look of shock and some mortification.
"... What?" Arthur tensed, suddenly very concerned that he had just done something terribly wrong.
Alfred was the first to speak. "Arthur... You..." He was just gaping at him, hand gesturing loosely for words he couldn't quite find. "You can... understand us?"
Arthur furrowed his brow. "I wasn't so drugged as to lose my ability to speak English." He said, slightly indignant.
Matthew's face was perplexed and drawn, as though he was trying to work something out in his head.
Finally he said, "Arthur... we're not speaking English."
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 16)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-14 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)Good job Authornon. Going from bliss to disaster just like that. Wow!
Loving all the new developments, Authornon. This story is so fantastic. Always something new and unexpected. Your way of describing things really grasps my attention and keeps the action compelling.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 16)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-14 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)Hope you feel better authornon~ <3
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 16)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-15 02:48 am (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2014-03-16 09:15 am (UTC)(link)Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 17)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-17 05:12 am (UTC)(link)Alfred looked torn between mild humiliation, shock, and befuddlement while Matthew settled for a more thoughtful expression. It was the latter who spoke first, "Arthur... you're speaking our language right now. Fluently, I might add."
"There's a bit of an accent..." Alfred added, but Matthew waved a hand to shush him.
"Do you have any idea why you can do this now? You couldn't before. Even if you had spent your entire time here studying it, you would be nowhere near this level."
Arthur took a breath, trying to wrap his head around this. Quite honestly, the throbbing in his mind was already too much for him to get any real thought in. "I... don't know..." He said slowly, carefully, as though trying to understand it. His tongue still felt strange, like he wasn't used to making... whatever sounds he was making. "To my ears it sounds like we're all speaking English."
"Brain wave manipulation..." Matthew hissed under his breath, biting the knuckle of his hand as he glared out at nothing.
Alfred looked between the two and must have decided to explain since Matthew looked lost in thought, "That's... changing the structure of how your brain interprets information. If it sounds like English to you, then... someone tampered with your mind in order to make that happen. It's really fucking illegal."
"Especially non consensual operations." Matthew added, looking livid. "Oh, yes it can be convenient but it could have easily killed you..."
Arthur just stared at the two, trying to absorb all of this. He swallowed to wet his throat and then said, "Why would they--?"
"I don't know." Matthew answered honestly. "You're like this now, however. Reversing the procedure is out of the question. Whoever did this spent a lot of money and did a damn good job of it, so you're stuck with it. It'll take you weeks to recover mentally as it is..."
Something occurred to Arthur and he looked up at the two with a jolt, "How did I end up in that laboratory? What happened?"
Alfred's expression turned grim, but Matthew just shook his head. This time Alfred answered him, "I think... we need to talk about things first. I'll send some food in for you and then we'll, um..." He paused, searching for words, "talk... I guess."
Unsatisfied but too tired to fight it, Arthur just took a deep breath before nodding and allowing the two omegas to retreat from the room.
Now that he thought about it, he felt bloody exhausted.
Laying back in the bed, he let himself settle into the large, plush pillows. Unlike in Alfred's bedroom, there was a large window in this one and it appeared to overlook the garden. He watched some of the strange birds flutter about outside in the synthetic sunlight.
He was tired... and his head hurt... and his cock was aching hard from the scent of omega that still lingered in the room.
Despite all of this, he fell into a restless sleep.
Arthur woke again to the smell of food and something cool resting on his forehead. Blinking his eyes open, he felt as the compress was removed. Trying to clear his head, he rubbed at his face as he sat up.
"Morning, sleepyhead..."
Arthur jerked his head towards the sound, finding Alfred sitting on the edge of the bed with a hoovering platter of breakfast behind him. It took him all of a moment to remember their last conversation and he blinked owlishly, trying to get his mind to start working again.
"Ah... good morning..."
Alfred's lips curled into a wry smile. "You're speaking my language again... but you were murmuring in English in your sleep."
Arthur flushed, "Was I?"
"Yeah... Matt said that maybe you're triggered to switch when you hear someone else speaking. Sounds believable enough..."
This felt very, very strange, talking to Alfred like this. "I see..."
"Does your head hurt?"
"A little." Was Arthur's instantaneous response. "Well..." He hesitated before, "a lot, actually."
Alfred handed him some pills and a glass of water, which Arthur took eagerly. "They really did a number on you. We had someone scan the changes made to make sure that they didn't tamper with anything else, but it seems they only went after the language center of your brain. We still don't know why..."
This was a lot to process. Arthur wasn't sure he was comfortable with people scanning his brain while he slept, but he wasn't about to beat around the bush with nonsense like that, "Why was I kidnapped?"
The omega stared at him, blue eyes searching green for a long moment before he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Now that Arthur was paying attention, he noticed that Alfred looked a touch sleep deprived. "It... was my fault. The call to the dig site was a fake sent to separate me from you. I didn't even realize it until I was there, which is really fucking stupid of me... I was calling all of my guys but it wasn't going through so that's when I got suspicious. By the time I got back you'd already been captured."
Arthur let him talk, soaking up every word. Despite the context and despite how much his head was pounding... there was just something so utterly refreshing about hearing someone speak casually and naturally. It was a far cry from the awkward, rigid English he was used to.
"Matt was already working on tracking you down when I got here-- apparently they'd sent him a decoy too, but he figured it out a lot sooner than I did. We mobilized the royal army to storm the building, but when we found you... well..." Alfred inhaled a deep breath, looking haggard, "it was too late."
"Too late?" Arthur echoed, slightly haunted by the fact that he had just made it sound as though he were dead.
"The, uh-- the rut was... well... you know." The omega was blushing now, not looking at him. "You were just screaming and stuff and it was... really fucking terrifying. I'll be perfectly honest: I thought you would have ripped my hand off or something. But Matt said some shit about courting and it was my job and I had to be responsible and blah, blah, blah..."
Arthur wasn't sure if he was thankful or annoyed at this moment and Alfred must have sensed this because he hurried to continue.
"But, uh... this was all my fault so... and I couldn't leave you like that..." He swallowed, looking pained as he glanced up at Arthur. "I'm really sorry. I'll understand if you, um... can't forgive me for getting you involved in all of this..."
Arthur was quiet for a moment.
It was true that that had been one of the most painful and horrific moments of his life and having someone to blame it on would have been nice, but Alfred was most certainly not that person.
He exhaled an exasperated laugh. "You're a right moron." He said. Alfred shrunk in on himself slightly, but Arthur continued, "Why would I blame you for this?"
"I should have taken better care of you... I'm you're omega..."
Oh how novel that sentiment was for an alpha to hear. Yet there was something strangely intimate about Alfred calling himself his omega and it made his face heat slightly. "Yes, and well... you got me back, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but--,"
"No buts. You rescued me. End of discussion." The alpha pressed. He shifted where he sat in the bed, slightly uncomfortable by the fact that he was still in the midst of a rather nasty rut. It seemed an omega that wasn't in heat was much easier to resist than one that was, for what it was worth, but that didn't change the fact that his cock was still quite hard and his head was still quite muzzy with indecent thoughts.
This entire time he had been periodically thinking back to their former escapades and how gloriously Alfred had writhed under him in bed.
The omega was quiet, looking thoughtful. "It... hurts doesn't it?"
"What?" Arthur said, not following.
"Ah, um..." Alfred pointed at his lower body, which was hidden by heavy blankets.
Arthur turned ten shades of red, "Yes-- well, that's-- that's all par for the course, really..."
Alfred was quiet, but it made Arthur fidget with the way the omega was just staring at where he presumed Arthur's crotch to be. "Do you... want me to help you with it...?"
The alpha just stared at him, "... Pardon?"
He had a sneaking suspicion that this was a spur of the moment idea on Alfred's behalf, because the omega seemed to realize what he was saying, blushed profusely, and stammered out a, "W- well it is my fault and... I..." His eyes trailed back to Arthur's lower half again, like moth to flame, "I wouldn't... mind..."
Arthur had been so caught up in worrying about his rut that he had forgotten about the effects it had on omegas too. "You're likely just being enticed by my pheromones. Are you really sure you want to do something like this...?"
The omega's scent was already piqued with sweet arousal as he gave a breathless, "Yeah."
How the hell could Arthur resist that? He sighed and shifted over to make room.
Alfred nearly jumped into the bed with him.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 17)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-17 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)getting Dramatical Murder vibes here with the whole brain control
I'm curious to know whyyy
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 17)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-17 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 18)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-19 07:45 am (UTC)(link)Alfred was on top of him, still clothed but ruffled, small breathy gasps on his lips as he buried his face into Arthur's hair and squirmed against him. While his body might have been just the slightest bit larger, he was still as cute and soft as any omega. Perhaps even more so. "Nngh... A- Arthur..."
The alpha found Alfred's earlobe and suckled on it, letting a canine tooth drag along the soft cartilage as the omega whined. "What do you want me to do to you...?" Arthur exhaled against his ear, feeling Alfred shiver. Now that he could understand him, it made Alfred so much more arousing to listen to.
"I- I..." The omega struggled, face turning a brilliant red. Arthur let his hand wander to cup the curve of the other male's arse and was rewarded with a beautiful moan. "There-- I- I want you there again..."
"Inside of you...?" Arthur teased, kneading that soft flesh under his hand through the fabric of his pants.
Alfred keened against him, grinding softly. "Yeah... Mn-- i- inside..."
The door flew open and Matthew strode in, "Alfred you said you would only take a minute, at this rate we'll be late... for..."
Arthur stared at Matthew as Matthew stared back at him. Alfred appeared to be trying to disappear as he buried his face in the alpha's chest.
A beat of awkward silence rang heavy in the room.
Deciding on a course of action, Arthur gripped Alfred harder, letting his fingers drift closer to the omega's aching hole as the other male gave a soft, uncontrolled whine in response. "As you can see we're busy at the moment, but after I fuck him senseless I'll be sure to return him to you." Normally he would have never uttered such vulgarity towards someone who had only been kind to him, but he was an alpha in rut and Alfred was his promised mate and he refused to give Matthew a chance to separate them at this point.
The other omega's face had turned a fine scarlet and he stumbled over his own words as he managed some kind of embarrassed excuse and ducked out of the room.
"Oh my god..." Alfred exhaled against him, speechless. "I can't believe you said that to him. Fuck, he's going to go straight to dad and tell him. He's such a gossip..."
"I hardly care about that." Arthur muttered, remorseless. "In fact, I rather wish you would have been naked. Then he could have seen all the marks I left on you from last time."
Alfred made a scandalized noise in his throat before it turned into something of a laugh. "Were all alphas from your time like this?"
Arthur made a noncommittal noise. "I'm like this. You're mine and he was interrupting us." He returned to suckling at the omega's ear before going in for a kiss to stop whatever protest the other might have had.
The omega relaxed against him, allowing him free roam of his mouth as he explored every velvety nook and smooth tooth. Pulling away, he nuzzled Alfred's cheek and the omega chuckled softly, "Are you marking me...?"
"Marking you?" Arthur repeated, too content with feeling that soft, cool flesh against his own.
"I read that alphas try to cover their mates in their scent." A pause, "We're not mates but--,"
"We might as well be." Arthur said, rut clouding his mind and loosening his tongue. "I won't accept anyone else."
Alfred went quiet at that, but after a moment he gave a pleased sighed and nuzzled back slightly, much to Arthur's delight.
"You're wearing too much." Arthur grumbled lightly, pulling at Alfred's shirt. The omega moved to help him remove it and it slid off effortlessly. "Better but..." He tugged at the pants."
"What if someone comes in again?"
"If they're smart, then they won't." Arthur said simply. "And if they're not, then they deserve whatever it is that they see." Soon the pants were gone and his omega was completely bare, garments discarded.
"What about you?" Alfred said, looking at Arthur's fully clothed body. The restraints made it impossible to remove everything completely, but it was no matter.
Arthur reached down and tugged the pants he wore to his thighs, his erection standing thick and tall. "We'll do it like this... and you'll get on top." The alpha said, openly pleased about this plan.
"It looks bigger now..." Alfred said, prodding the bulb at the base of his length.
Arthur hissed at the feeling, the skin tender. "Rut is supposed to be a reaction to an omega in heat, yes? We can only hope I don't end up knotting you like this..."
The look the omega gave him almost made him laugh, but he managed to restrain it.
"I'm sure the possibility is very low." He amended. "It takes an omega's body to stimulate it into doing such a thing..."
Alfred visibly relaxed. "So, uh... preparing...?"
"We can do it like last time."
"Ah... I... bought something for that, um..."
"Oh?"
The omega leaned over to his discarded clothing, pulling free a bottle of what Arthur could only guess was lube.
The alpha grinned, "Did you plan this--,"
"No! I just... I just wanted to be prepared, is all. People don't really do this kind of thing anymore, so I even had to special order. I just read in a book that--"
"Uh huh..." Arthur said, unconvinced. Still, he took the bottle without complaint and poured some of it onto his hand. It was already warm and he smiled at the inventive nature of the future. "Turn around, love."
Alfred hesitantly did as he was asked, exposing himself reluctantly to the alpha.
Wasting no time, Arthur eased in an eager finger and felt a heat flare up in his chest as Alfred gave a throaty, blissful moan.
Oh, how he was going to enjoy this.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 18)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)I was giggling through this whole part. It's great.
Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 19)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)"Oh god..." Alfred moaned, squirming. "I- I don't, nnh... I don't know what that i- is..."
The alpha gently added a second finger and felt the tight muscle clench and squeeze before it relaxed. Scissoring him lightly, he said, "You'll self-lubricate in anticipation. Oh-- you'll be so wet we'll have to change the sheets every other hour. It'll just keep coming and coming-- just like me inside of you once I have you knotted proper."
Alfred made a sinfully delicious sound.
"I'll bite your neck so hard your ancestors will feel it. You'll be marked as mine-- you'll smell like me..." He let his fingers curl up to where he knew the omega's prostate was, rewarded with a strangled cry for his efforts. "I'll fill you up and you'll be so pregnant you won't be able to walk..."
"P- please..." Alfred gasped, begging.
"What do you want, poppet?" Arthur purred.
"I want you inside-- now, ah, please..."
"You're not ready."
Alfred made a frustrated noise. "I don't care!"
Chuckling, Arthur removed his fingers as he let his hands wander that perfect arse. "Straddle me, then." He told him, and Alfred did as commanded, turning to face Arthur as he eagerly swung a leg over his lap. Arthur shifted his cock so that the head was teasing the omega's entrance. "Lower yourself." He said.
And then Alfred did and oh god he hadn't expected it to feel that good and fuck. The alpha's fingers dug into the omega's hips as Alfred sunk onto him, only stopping once the cock was fully sheathed even down to the bulb at the end which had slid in with a satisfying, yet lewd, stretch.
Alfred was shaking, his entire body rosy-red from arousal flush as he panted from exertion. Arthur stared up at him appreciatively, "You're so fucking beautiful." He said, unable to help himself as he gave a small, teasing roll of his hips.
The omega barked out a quiet yelp of pleasure as his spine curled and he gripped at the sheets at Arthur's sides. "This feels--... this feels--,"
"Different?"
"Y- yeah..."
Arthur jerked his hips again, making Alfred cry out as his head snapped up. "My hormones are probably sensitizing your body. I'm in rut... and you can feel it." He started to rock his hips now in earnest as Alfred took every thrust with a not-so-soft cry. "You can feel every inch, can't you? You might be on top but I'm so bloody deep inside of you. Can you feel it? Can you feel how close I am to your uterus? If you were in heat I would fill you until you burst. You'd be my filthy, beautiful mess. Oh god, I love you..."
Alfred eyes snapped open but before he could say anything Arthur jerked his hips to see just how deep he could go into that lithe, pliant body, and the omega choked on a moan as he presumably hit the other male's most sensitive spot.
So he kept hitting it. Again. And again. His hands were gripping Alfred's wrists for leverage as he bucked up into him until the omega was screaming.
"A- Ar-- I--," Alfred struggled as Arthur kept up his unrelenting pace, the message only going through as hot, wet spurts of semen shot free of the omega's cock, painting Arthur's stomach in a heated mess.
The walls of the omega's body shuddered around his girth in tight tremors and the alpha felt as his orgasm was forced and he came as well, unable to hold back or resist as he eagerly jerked ribbons of seed into his mate-to-be, the knot attempting to inflate with a pitiable stretch before giving up as his cock began to turn limp.
Despite the mess, Alfred collapsed on top of him, breathing in harsh pants as he shook lightly with aftershock.
The urges of rut momentarily subsided as his length slid free of the omega and, for the moment, he simply stayed like that with Alfred, his nose pressed to the omega's hair as he wrapped his arms around the cooler body that smelled sweetly of sunshine, sand, and sex.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 19)
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