Beneath a Glass Eye
By Ahro
Warnings: Smut, Omegaverse

A/N: If you didn't see, the first part was edited to fix Arthur's characterization. He was a bit too meek and skittish as I'm a little rusty with writing him. No plot was altered, but if you care to see the changes, and you read the original, lemme know what you think of the difference. :)

Part II

Arthur had stiffened beneath Alfred's weight. Those words, whispered dangerously in his ear, felt more like he'd just had a gun pointed to his head. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. Get him out? How? What did that even mean? And why was he whispering? There were too many questions that needed answers, and Arthur wasn't in the best state to comprehend it all. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn't going to have to ask, because Alfred answered for him.

"Good. Keep your head down, pretend you're asleep."

"The bloody fuck-?"

"That mirror is a two-way mirror." Alfred hissed, covering Arthur's mouth to keep his voice down. "We are being watched by numerous officials 24/7. There are speakers in here that can also pick up everything we say. That is why I can only talk to you like this at this time. Right now, there are only a few people monitoring us." His voice was still barely even a whisper. It was obvious that if Alfred was caught, he'd be out of there quickly. Fertile Omegas were well guarded and protected, and that suddenly had Arthur thinking if this man was perhaps going to kidnap him. He'd heard of fertile Omegas being held for ransom.

"What are you saying? What do you want?" Arthur bit back, not having appreciated having his mouth covered, though he did manage to keep his voice down and not move.

"I'm a part of an organization that has been helping to get Omegas, like you, out of the governments grasp." Alfred retorted. A hint of desperation was in his voice, and the man seemed entirely changed from how he'd been earlier. "You don't need to be a breeder against your will. Our scientists are on the verge of ridding the strain that is causing this infertility. You don't need to be here."

This was surprising, and it had Arthur questioning why he'd never heard of Omegas being 'rescued' from the breeding facilities before. Why kind of cover up operation was their government doing?

Still a little skeptical, Arthur decided to go along with this and see what came of it.

"So, I don't have to do this?"

"No, but, you have the option of staying in. Though-" he paused. Arthur noticed the man bite his lip from the corner of his eye before he continued, "I'd prefer that you didn't."

He preferred? How did this suddenly become personal for the Alpha?

"You prefer-?"

"Shh- enough talk. Sleep now. We will talk again tomorrow night."

Arthur had been about to argue: wanting his answers then and now. How was he suppose to sleep with his mind racing over all of this new information? However, he had a weird feeling that told him to trust this man. At least keep an open mind, anyway. If they were in fact under surveillance, he needed to be careful. If he really was against being used as a breeder for the government, this might be his only chance.

With a disgruntled sigh, Arthur finally closed his eyes, and soon sleep took him.

The next morning had Arthur waking to the usual discomfort of his heat. Slick ran down his perineum, and he was soon moaning into the sheets miserably. There was a distinct lack of weight on his back, and the strong scent of Alpha was distant. He'd question later why he suddenly sat up in distress, wondering if they had caught Alfred's scheming. However, the man in question rounded from behind the room partition and quickly jogged to Arthur's side.

"It's alright, I'm here. Just relax."

Arthur felt some ease come over him as the Alpha's scent greeted him. It wasn't that he was happy to see the man, no, he just needed relief.

"How are you feeling?" Alfred asked, which seemed redundant as the man began to stroke his cock to full hardness, and his other hand saw to pressing two fingers inside Arthur's loose hole.

"Uugn- how do you think I'm feeling?"

Alfred laughed, and was soon back on the bed and between Arthur's spread legs. At the feel of Alfred's cock at his entrance, Arthur pressed back, eager and needy for the man to be inside him.

"Well, seems you're coming around." Alfred chuckled.

"Shut the hell up and fuck me already!" Arthur growled, which only made Alfred laugh more, but he was soon rewarded as the man sunk his full length deep inside the Omega.

"Ugn- oh fuck! Yes!" Arthur moaned into the sheets. Toes curling as he pressed back for more.

"Emm, you're quite the receptive Omega. You'll become quite the talked about breeder." Alfred commented as he started up a smooth rhythm.

Past his moans and desperate need, Arthur tried to comprehend Alfred's words. When he did, it startled him. After their talk the night before, Alfred seemed against the idea of using Omegas as breeders. Why was he talking his situation up now?

"Ugn- talked about? What do you mean?" Arthur grunted, gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through his body from Alfred's strong thrusts.

Alfred took a minute to reply, his breathing coming in harsh pants as he rocked into Arthur's body. The Alpha was under just as much influence from their mixing hormones as Arthur was.

"Fuck- umm, just that... your body is surprisingly receptive. You're in heat, but this is your first breeding. Usually it takes at least a few times before your body is this open." Alfred attempted to explain as he felt his balls beginning to tighten with his coming release.

Arthur couldn't think about his response in that moment as he felt Alfred's knot begin to swell. His hips were grasped tightly and Alfred let out a guttural growl as he bent over Arthur. Arthur shouted at the intense pressure as he was stretched to compensate, but the pain was soon dwarfed by immense relief. Alfred's cock throbbed against his walls as he was filled once again. Arthur blew out a contented sigh as he relaxed and his body went limp. It amazed him how he'd gone through so many heats without this relief. It felt amazing!

"Oh- God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." Arthur sighed, his eyes slipping shut as he was filled.
Alfred panted above him, holding himself up on shaky arms before he coughed out a laugh.

"Heh- that's good to hear, since you're a breeder. There's only one way to get you pregnant after all."

Arthur was too relaxed to make much of an effort to quip back at Alfred's sarcasm, so resorted to a garbled response into the pillow. Much to Arthur's annoyance though, even as Alfred continued to fill him, the man seemed to have energy to spare, as he tried to get Arthur's attention.

"What was that?

"Would you lay down and let me enjoy this! Bloody hell, how do you still have energy? I'll be needing you again in a few hours. "

Alfred let out a raucous laugh before obeying and resting his weight down on Arthur. That cocoon of Alpha scent and comforting weight seemed to melt Arthur even more into a state of pure bliss. It was amazing just how well an Alpha complimented an Omega, even one as strongly independent as Arthur.

"Emm, you smell good." Alfred sighed, inhaling against Arthur's neck a moment before he decided to talk again, "but don't worry. The moment you need me, I'll be right here to see to any of your needs."

Arthur hummed a sigh, believing Alfred to have finally finished, though he was quickly mistaken.

"So, how do you feel about being a breeder?"

The question was legit, but, remembering their conversation again from the previous night, Arthur was reminded of how Alfred wanted to get him out of his situation. Why did the man sound so positive about breeders, when he apparently was with some organization to get Omegas out.

"Ahh- I don't know."

He felt Alfred tense against his back. He wasn't sure what that meant but he wondered if all that talk about speakers and a two-way mirror was the truth. If so, they were being watched right now. Just thinking about it suddenly had Arthur a little self-conscious. He was being fucked and bred while numerous people watched.

"Well-" Alfred quickly began to interject, perhaps out of fear of Arthur saying something that might give Alfred's true reason for being there away. "For one, you'll be pampered like a prince at the facility. You'll have the best care in the world, and the public will fawn over you."

"T-the public?"

"Of course, who do you think pays for all of this? They keep it a secret from fertile Omegas in the beginning, but you'll be a celebrity to the people. You're one of the few who can continue on our race. You're sacrificing your freedoms for the greater good."

Arthur went silent as Alfred talked. No one had really explained this much to him. Sure, he remembered hearing on the news how such and such Omega gave birth to twins, or another had been bred successfully. Now that he thought more about it, he did recall seeing those Omegas' photos on television. Walking through a park with a host of guards and nurses, the Omegas' hand resting on their swollen stomach protectively. Pregnant Omegas were a celebrated sight to see, but a necessity for the population to go on with their lives.

"They do that to keep the public from worrying. Each year, fewer and fewer fertile Omegas are born, and the population is dying off faster than can be produced. Hearing and seeing the truth from the news, keeps hope alive. It's why the people don't complain about helping to pay for your care."

Arthur mused in his silence once Alfred stopped talking. He wondered if it was too late to answer the question, but spoke up after some time passed.

"I guess-"

"Hmm?"

Alfred seemed to have dosed off while Arthur took his time, but he shrugged it off and continued.

"I guess if I'm going to make people happy, then I can live with it. What choice do I have anyway?"

Alfred had shifted awkwardly on his back and Arthur suddenly noticed Alfred's knot had subsided. The Alpha pulled out of him and Arthur moaned at the loss, but was thankful his body was no longer desperate. At least for a few hours before it spiked up again.

It was then Alfred got off the bed and stared into the glass across the room. Arthur watched him curiously, noting how the man seemed to be using the mirror as what it appeared like: a mirror. He was still keeping up appearances. Perhaps that was why he'd spoken so highly of Omegas being breeders.

"You're right. You don't have a choice."

Arthur's eyes widened some at the rather cold response, but it didn't sound entirely directed at him. Arthur made to say something but Alfred had walked to the rear wall and knocked on the slot as he did before.

"You should eat something." Alfred said bluntly, returning a moment later with a plate of eggs and some lean cuts of beef. "You need a lot of protein. Since I've bred you at least once, we're to assume you're pregnant, so you start your diet now."

"Now?"

"It's good. Eat." Alfred pointed at the food before slipping into his side of the bed, crossing his arms behind his head as he rested back.

Arthur eyed him curiously, but took up his fork and cut himself a piece of an egg and took a bite. It was good, but he didn't expect eggs to taste bad. As he ate, he thought more on what Alfred had said and his reactions. For him to be up playing being a breeder, he must have been saying such things to humor the people watching and listening to them. Alfred's part in this was to ease Arthur into the routine his life would take for the next twenty years. If he made it sound terrible, surely those people watching would come in and remove Alfred. Probably bringing in another Alpha to finish what Alfred had started. Did he want Alfred to still be here? Did he feel threatened by the offer Alfred had put before him? Was it even right to accept it? There was still an epidemic. He would be contributing negatively by not giving his body to the people to use for reproduction. So, what was his decision in all of this going to be?
Deciding to change the subject, and settle his own nerves. He brought his focus to Alfred.

"So, how long have you been doing this?"

Alfred raised a brow and looked over at Arthur.

"Breeding Omegas?"

"No, your other once a year job."

Alfred smiled, "you're my first."

This caught Arthur by surprise, and he fumbled with the piece of meat on his fork as he missed his mouth.

"I-I am?"

Alfred hummed and nodded. "Well, think of how many applicants there are. It took a while before my genes were examined and selected. I feel quite honored to have this opportunity."

"Wow, well, that's interesting."

"Heh, you think they just keep reusing the same Alphas? That'd be a lot of similar looking children. No, they need to diversify as much as possible. Chances are after this, I won't be picked again. At least not for a long time. My genes are pretty awesome. Hard to pass up." He winked.

"Smug bastard."

Alfred laughed before turning on his side to face Arthur.

"And it doesn't bother you that this child won't be yours?" The question came out suddenly, and Arthur felt his face heat up some, but it was too late and Alfred had caught it.

"Ah- well," from Alfred's own sutter and blush, Arthur knew he'd struck home with his question. He couldn't deny he wasn't at all curious.

"Well, I guess a little. But I wouldn't know a thing about it to even track it down. We're not parents, Arthur. We're just providing baby making materials."

Arthur scoffed, "well, yes, but, don't you want a child of your own? Do you have a mate?"

Alfred's face seemed to redden that much more, and he suddenly flipped onto his other side and waved absently at Arthur.

"You know the answers to those. Finish your food and get some rest. You should be ready for another round in a few hours."

Arthur felt a little put off by the shunned reply. He had honestly been curious about Alfred. Was that such a problem? Of course he didn't have a mate. No mated Alpha was allowed in the program due to complications with the Alpha's mate. As for adopting a breeder Omega's child, a mated pair needed to go through major background checks and paperwork, as well as paying a very heavy fee for the child. But, due to not being able to have their own child, adopted children were on high demand and always went to good homes.

Finishing his food, he placed the plate on a small nightstand and tucked into his pillow. It was still early in his second day of his heat, and the lights wouldn't be dimmed until that night. Perhaps then Alfred would speak to him more about his plans, and give Arthur a bit more insight into his own choices.

A/N: End of Part 2! So, I have a feeling this is going to be a bit longer than originally planned. Not super long. It's only going to the end of Arthur's heat, but I had planned on a lot of time skips, but I like how this is turning out better.

Thank you all soooo much for the amazing response to this story! I never expected it to take off the way it did, and because of that, I was able to get this chapter written rather quickly. So thank you and do let me know what you think of this latest chapter before you leave! :D (Also, I do hope Arthur's characterization is better this time. :)

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