"Alfred?" Arthur said, a soft settling of panic gripping him as he clutched the tablet.
He heard the eerie, distorted static and then, "Oh, thank god..."
"Where are you?" He'd wager they didn't have enough time for pleasantries if his mate were still in danger. He wasn't, however, expecting a sound to come from those futuristic speakers that appeared to be a soft moan. "Alfred?"
"I don't know." The omega said distantly, as though his thoughts were very far away. "I don't know-- Arthur, please... I need you..." There was an urgency in that voice.
"Wha--?"
"H- heat... They induced-- ahn..."
It felt like his stomach had churned itself into cement. Arthur stared at the device. His senses were split between rage and a sudden stirring of need, but all of it was blinding and instinctively alpha. "Alfred, how are you speaking to me now?"
There was a wet, slick sound on the other end that made Arthur's entire body tense, but he couldn't let that distract him.
"Alfred?"
A gasp. "It-- It's... a back up transmitter... in my glasses, I-- ah..." Static for a moment and then, "They're smashed, but they still work... I don't know for how long..." The next sound was a pained sob that made Arthur's fingers clench down painfully on the device.
"Alfred!"
"I- It's hurts-- I've never felt this before-- I need-- please--,"
"Alfred, I'm coming for you. I'll find you. Please, just hold on."
"A- Arthur I can't-- I can't-- it burns-- can't you make it st--,"
The screen blinked as the call was cut off.
A frustrated scream tore from his throat as he barely resisted throwing the device. He was hard and angry and ill will worry but mostly--
His. Mate. Was. In. Heat.
It ripped from him a visceral anguish like a desperate clawing in his chest. Alfred was in danger and alone and without him.
In heat.
He walked up to the door and pressed his fingers to the gel pad in a motion he had seen Alfred do countless times. It opened with a soundless hum.
A man in armor Arthur had trouble understanding turned to face him. It looked like he was covered in a fine, seamless sheet of metal. He stunk of omega and Arthur knew his own alpha scent was strong when the supposed guard merely gaped at him. And then, "Sir, you need to remain in--,"
"Bring me to Matthew or your King now or so help me god--!" He snarled and the omega jerked back, tilting his neck, averting his gaze, and arching his back to expose his stomach. It had been a full-body reaction and one Arthur delighted in seeing.
The guard looked surprised at his own action, slowly relaxing from the submissive stance as he eyed the alpha warily. "R- right this way..." He said, voice shaky.
Arthur followed after him, garnering a few perplexed glances from other guards who had no idea what was going on as he was led down the corridor. It took a minute or so, but eventually they arrived at an extravagant door. Suddenly the guard looked nervous again as he gestured to the ornate doorknob and backed away as though wanting nothing to do with this.
Arthur was an alpha. He grabbed the handle, the gel structure pressing down beneath his fingers, and tore the door open.
Within, the hustle and bustle of no less than fifty urgently working omega froze as they all looked up from displays and holograms and tablets in unison, the only ones quick enough to react being Matthew and his father.
Mostly Matthew. "Arthur, you--,"
"If you do not allow me to aid in the search for my mate, so bloody help me, I will do things that we'll all regret!" He yelled to the room as he strode in.
And then, in an act that would be spoken of for years to come, Arthur grabbed the King's collar and yanked him forward, growling,
That's the kind of Arthur I like. I love this update.
On another note, poor Alfred. Nothing could have prepared him for that. Arthur kind of eventually would have expected something like his rut with an omega in heat around as a societal thing from his original time, or so I imagine. But Alfred...oh poor guy. Wasn't there mention that omegas didn't go through heats any more. Those betas, no matter what social injustices have been done to them, are horrible. Sure there are quite a few grey areas as far as people's motives are concerned in the plot, but I don't see any way of justifying the cruelty their bitterness has manifested in such torture.
I like how you explore tetchy subjects. You really delve deep.
I feel terrible for saying it, but angry, scared, alpha Arthur is so hot. I love the instinctive omega reaction and the soldier being all wtf was that. Can't wait to see how Francis reacts to that kind of undermining of his authority....
And Alfred! You are so mean to them but it's seriously showing a lot of character depth. I wonder how this will affect composed, educated Alfred and whether Arthur will get to him before or after he's come down. (Also, do I sense a trap?!)
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Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 28)
(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 01:06 am (UTC)(link)He heard the eerie, distorted static and then, "Oh, thank god..."
"Where are you?" He'd wager they didn't have enough time for pleasantries if his mate were still in danger. He wasn't, however, expecting a sound to come from those futuristic speakers that appeared to be a soft moan. "Alfred?"
"I don't know." The omega said distantly, as though his thoughts were very far away. "I don't know-- Arthur, please... I need you..." There was an urgency in that voice.
"Wha--?"
"H- heat... They induced-- ahn..."
It felt like his stomach had churned itself into cement. Arthur stared at the device. His senses were split between rage and a sudden stirring of need, but all of it was blinding and instinctively alpha. "Alfred, how are you speaking to me now?"
There was a wet, slick sound on the other end that made Arthur's entire body tense, but he couldn't let that distract him.
"Alfred?"
A gasp. "It-- It's... a back up transmitter... in my glasses, I-- ah..." Static for a moment and then, "They're smashed, but they still work... I don't know for how long..." The next sound was a pained sob that made Arthur's fingers clench down painfully on the device.
"Alfred!"
"I- It's hurts-- I've never felt this before-- I need-- please--,"
"Alfred, I'm coming for you. I'll find you. Please, just hold on."
"A- Arthur I can't-- I can't-- it burns-- can't you make it st--,"
The screen blinked as the call was cut off.
A frustrated scream tore from his throat as he barely resisted throwing the device. He was hard and angry and ill will worry but mostly--
His. Mate. Was. In. Heat.
It ripped from him a visceral anguish like a desperate clawing in his chest. Alfred was in danger and alone and without him.
In heat.
He walked up to the door and pressed his fingers to the gel pad in a motion he had seen Alfred do countless times. It opened with a soundless hum.
A man in armor Arthur had trouble understanding turned to face him. It looked like he was covered in a fine, seamless sheet of metal. He stunk of omega and Arthur knew his own alpha scent was strong when the supposed guard merely gaped at him. And then, "Sir, you need to remain in--,"
"Bring me to Matthew or your King now or so help me god--!" He snarled and the omega jerked back, tilting his neck, averting his gaze, and arching his back to expose his stomach. It had been a full-body reaction and one Arthur delighted in seeing.
The guard looked surprised at his own action, slowly relaxing from the submissive stance as he eyed the alpha warily. "R- right this way..." He said, voice shaky.
Arthur followed after him, garnering a few perplexed glances from other guards who had no idea what was going on as he was led down the corridor. It took a minute or so, but eventually they arrived at an extravagant door. Suddenly the guard looked nervous again as he gestured to the ornate doorknob and backed away as though wanting nothing to do with this.
Arthur was an alpha. He grabbed the handle, the gel structure pressing down beneath his fingers, and tore the door open.
Within, the hustle and bustle of no less than fifty urgently working omega froze as they all looked up from displays and holograms and tablets in unison, the only ones quick enough to react being Matthew and his father.
Mostly Matthew. "Arthur, you--,"
"If you do not allow me to aid in the search for my mate, so bloody help me, I will do things that we'll all regret!" He yelled to the room as he strode in.
And then, in an act that would be spoken of for years to come, Arthur grabbed the King's collar and yanked him forward, growling,
"Do I make myself clear?"
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 28)
(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 28)
(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)On another note, poor Alfred. Nothing could have prepared him for that. Arthur kind of eventually would have expected something like his rut with an omega in heat around as a societal thing from his original time, or so I imagine. But Alfred...oh poor guy. Wasn't there mention that omegas didn't go through heats any more. Those betas, no matter what social injustices have been done to them, are horrible. Sure there are quite a few grey areas as far as people's motives are concerned in the plot, but I don't see any way of justifying the cruelty their bitterness has manifested in such torture.
I like how you explore tetchy subjects. You really delve deep.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)(Part 4)
"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."
So it's extremely easy to induce a heat. You either take an omega off its medication or you use a different drug to trigger it.
I'm glad you liked the update. :3
Arthur's beginning to realize his true power...
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 28)
(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)And Alfred! You are so mean to them but it's seriously showing a lot of character depth. I wonder how this will affect composed, educated Alfred and whether Arthur will get to him before or after he's come down. (Also, do I sense a trap?!)
In summary, <3 A!A!