REWRITTEN!

Title: Of Devious Omega Days

Pairing: Eventual USUK, PruCan, Slight femUsUk, past Franada, and more

Warning: First M-rated fic, future mpreg, future yaoi. Yandere!England

Note: Devils age differently. They can live for a very, very, very, very long time really. Once they reached five thousands, they would just stop counting, and maybe die of old age.

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Alfred wasn't sure how he would handle facing his mate.

He had postponed their meeting as long as he could, even declining to attend the many invitations to the Kirkland manor for his mate's birthday. Even going as far as to avoid picking his famed mate up.

Arthur Kirkland was a beautiful being with his pretty emerald eyes and dainty stature fit to rear children. He had seen him only in pictures and paints and he have to agree to anyone that ever told him he was a lucky man.

But that being said put him to his situation. Ever since he was a child, he was forbidden to interact with an unmated Omega for fear he would break the marriage if he falls for someone else. He was forced to live in a world of Alphas and Betas, and if the Alpha has a mate, then mated Omegas.

But his interaction with such submissive creatures is limited and often far and in between. His mother was no help because she was a Dominant Omega and she had always occupied herself with the throne to raise them up, their relationship is as cold as ice gets; his brother is often so quiet his presence is easily forgotten so he's not even a factor.

He was hopeless around Omegas to say the least.

That's why he doesn't know how to react to the sweet words of his mate, turning frozen in his seat.

"What?" He raised a brow when he finally finds his voice. Arthur glowed with his small smile, repeating and revising his words, "I said, I think I love you. Wait, no, I'm sure I am in love with you."

And as if an afterthought, he added, "It's not that odd to fall in love with your mate, right?"

Arthur walks towards his mate, only stopping when he's in front of Alfred's desk and leaned forward close enough that their breaths mingled and then idly traced a finger on the Alpha's chest.

"I don't think it's bad that I had fallen for you this fast." His voice held a tone of softness, "Love."

Alfred leaned away, turning a cheek towards Arthur, "Don't give your heart too fast, sweetheart. We only just met."

"Love at first sight then." Arthur let out a gentle laugh, one that had all unmated Alphas leaning in to hear some more, before he let his lips touch the side of Alfred's face, near his downward lips.

Before anyone could react, the Omega straightened up, going back to the podium in the front and waiting for the teacher to come. It wasn't a minute later that the door opened and a Beta teacher walked in.

Alfred stared at his mate with an unreadable expression before turning his attention away.

Arthur Kirkland is a sweet Omega. But he smelt the underlying dominance in his scent.

A Dominant Omega for his mate, he thinks it ironic.

"Oh, you're already here, Milord!" Miss Maria de los Santos, their Filipino Beta history teacher, exclaimed in surprise, blushing in her lateness, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Turning to her students, she said, "Now, all of you, to your proper seat! Matthias! I demand you to go to your seat, stop bothering poor Lukas!"

The said Alpha gave a rambunctious laugh before following the frustrated teacher's instruction.

"Anyway, we have a new student here so please welcome him with open arms." She smiled, looking at the delicate Omega.

Arthur breathed before introducing himself, "I'm Arthur Kirkland from the Kirkland House, mate of Prince Alfred F. Jones XIX and future queen. But you can call me Arthur."

He made a perfect bow, elegant and precise.

"Okay, Arthur," Maria tested his name, feeling unsure with herself if she should address someone as important as him, "You can sit beside Prince Alfred."

"What? But Kiku sits beside me! See? He's sitting beside me now!" Alfred reacted as he heard her declaration. He looks at Arthur who tilts his head to the side, looking dejected but still rejecting to be seen in such a saddening state.

"Well, Prince Kiku of Heart, you can finally sit beside your own mate, Heracles." She countered his complaint and proceeded to write on the board.

He was about to continue his grumbling when his teacher added, "Your mother told me to make sure that you're as close as possible to your mate."

He fell silent.

Arthur perked up when he doesn't hear another whine from his mate, treading once more to where Alfred sat and gracefully falling on the seat beside the blue-eyed Alpha.

His Alpha is very interesting to say the least. He was fascinated of the thought that strong powerful Alfred could be dominated by him one day. Even more so in the thought that maybe Alfred could dominate him instead into a senseless good-only-for-fucking Omega.

"Okay, class, we're about to learn the great history of Spade."

Alfred glanced at Arthur and saw the man shamelessly staring at him. When he realized he was caught, the Omega only smiled his way.

"Who can tell me how Spade became the leading continent in the world?" Maria looked at her class, observing the bored looks of her students. Sighing, she was about to continue when Arthur raised his hand.

He had been over the history of all the continents of Suit already. Hell, he had been over every subject already a year ago. This silly question is a walk in the park for him.

"The Suit War II on the 1538th. It was started by Heart in a desperate attempt to still be the leading continent and the rightful heir as the Demon Royals of the Suit. The continent, led by the capital country; Germany, attacked its neighboring continent, Clubs, on the nation of Austria and then Poland. Then they targeted the capital nation of Diamond, France, until they finally made a large blow on the once capital nation of Spade, England." He started nonchalantly, his eyes bored but he continued answering anyway.

"The war was bloody and a lot had died in it. The Germans had tortured people, skinning them alive and burning their bodies and cutting them to pieces, hearing the poor little souls scream and," He paused, regaining himself before he delved into a detailed history of the tortures the Heart committed, "But as America, the current capital of Spade, joined the war alongside England, the founding motherland, and the rest of Allies, the war came to a close with Spade coming out victorious."

He felt Alfred jolts in surprise at his knowledge. He threw him a sweet smirk, winking.

"Well... Thank you, Arthur..." Their Beta teacher said, surprised too that Arthur would know such details. But she shook her head from her stupor and continued with the class.

Arthur stared at his mate again, marveling at the looks of his Alpha.

"What are you looking at?" Alfred queried, glaring at the gauging gaze the Omega gives.

"You're very handsome, Alfred. Can I call you Alfred?"

Alfred felt uncomfortable at the stare of Arthur but dismisses it at being just new and unfamiliar. He was used to being stared at for his looks but Arthur made it seem like he was dissecting his soul.

"Stop staring." He commanded, lips set in a line. Arthur blinks at him before shortening what little distance their chair provides.

"But I'm starting to like looking at you. I like your blue eyes." Arthur honestly stated.

Alfred felt himself flush at his remark but he doesn't let it get to him much, "Well, I don't like your eyes."

He lied. Arthur has the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. It seems the Omega was made of porcelain and emeralds—delicate exquisite things greedy demons like them aspire.

Arthur was quiet before he turns his head to the front.

Alfred felt a pang of guilt passed him, consuming him when Arthur quietly muttered, "Well, you're the first one."

Arthur likes to play mind games with people.

He likes to make them think that he's easy and fragile and need protecting when in truth they're the ones who need protection from the likes of him. But he likes the game too much to pretend to care for their safety.

Arthur had smelt the twinge of guilt in his mate's scent as mild as it was. He only added the fire in it by replying such pitiful things. He wondered when his Alpha mate would break and cater to his needs too.

He doesn't expect it to be soon.

Alfred seems heartless. Those cold blue eyes of his were icy enough to freeze seven hells. The prince would not yield to his whims so easily. His little mind games would be difficult, he could feel it in his bones.

It's a game he would like to participate in.

The bell rang to signal the end of first period. He stood up without waiting for his mate, speed walking out but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Turning slightly, green meets sapphire.

"Yes?" He quirked his lips.

"I…" Alfred hesitated before continuing, "Don't get lost to your next class."

And then the Alpha walked pass him, leaving him in wonder.

Arthur soon discovered that those next classes after his first period contain Alfred much to his delight.

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When lunch came, Alfred discovered something about his mate.

Arthur Kirkland is a sultry pretentious little thing.

It happened when they both had gone to the cafeteria, him going immediately to their usual table while Arthur followed him. His friends had been elated to talk to his mate finally, Elizaveta especially.

"You really are beautiful! The rumors failed no one." The Club Princess had crowed, taking Arthur's face in her hand, "Your eyes remind me of my homeland."

"Thank you." Arthur expressed. He wondered what the Club looks like. If it's as green as all the books say, he wanted a piece of it.

"I envy you, Alfred." Francis leered at the Omega. Arthur looked at him before turning away. He doesn't pretend to be polite. Out of everyone here, Francis is an old face.

"Oh, rosbif, you wound me with your coldness!" He heard the frog say dramatically. Alfred stared at him with a questioning air. He shrugged, "He attended one of my birthday parties. He once pretended to be you."

Arthur felt the atmosphere soured, a furious scent filling the air.

Francis trembled in fear, appeasing his fellow Alpha with soft native words from his land.

"It was a long time ago, Alfred." Francis defended when Alfred wasn't the least bit placated, "And Arthur here was a very smart Omega. He didn't fall for my act."

"He tried to kiss me. Multiple times. And ask me to marry him. Forcefully." Arthur felt cruel but he heard a satisfying crack that left the Prince of Diamond with a sore blackening eye and he didn't feel pity at all.

"Don't use my name, you pervert."

Alfred was beyond furious but punching the French Alpha cooled him off swiftly. He stood up from his seat but Arthur grasped the end of his uniform, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get lunch. What do you want?" He grunted.

Arthur contemplated before he settled with a hotdog.

"I never tried it before but Matthew had mentioned to me that hotdogs here are delicious."

Alfred only nodded, foregoing the long line and going straight to the front where he ordered almost all the menu. He goes back not a minute later, setting the tray on his space of the table and handing Arthur's preferred lunch.

Arthur looks at the food in his hand, weird out by its strange appearance. Such a simple delicacy, so unlike the food he was offered back in the Kirkland Manor.

"How do you eat this?"

The occupants of the table gawked at him as if he was joking only but when he did not move to take a bite, they almost drop their jaw.

"You really don't know how to eat that, Arthur-san?" Kiku questioned and he shook his head, "I really don't."

"Oh let me teach you, mon petit!" Francis has a strange glint in his eyes that Yao felt repulsed just staring at the Alpha.

Alfred growled at his friend and Francis back down. Realizing what he had done and what responsibility that had befallen him, he turns to his mate who was waiting for instruction.

He frowns deeply at Arthur, feeling his patience thinning.

"You bite it. Don't be stupid." He said before continuing with his lunch. Arthur adjusted his hold of the hotdog before peeking out his tongue, swiping to taste the foreign food.

"Oh my Spade…" Francis gulped, witnessing what the Omega was doing to the delicacy.

Alfred threw a glance to his mate, having enough of Francis choked expression. He almost dropped what he was eating to the ground.

Arthur, tasting that it was good, slowly put the food in his mouth, pushing the length that would fit. And when he put too much, slid a portion out languidly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He all but shouted to Arthur, startling the Omega. Arthur hurriedly chewed and swallowed before responding to Alfred innocently, "I was eating."

"You look like you want to suck a cock." The brash comment made Feliciano gasped but Arthur took it in stride, showing a little bit of his color, "If you're jealous, I could suck yours."

It didn't help the predicament really.

"You little shit." Alfred hissed.

"Hey! Alfred, you're overdoing it a little bit!" Elizaveta exclaimed in disapproval. Although she was bemused at Arthur's words, she couldn't help but feel that the Spade prince was stepping a boundary.

"Shut up, Liz!" Alfred growled perilously.

Arthur's eyes glossed with tears and his lips quivered in fear; scent shaking from the danger in Alfred's eyes.

"I... I'm... I'm so sorry for being stupid but I told you this is my first time and... And.. And-"

Alfred stiffened at Arthur's tone. He was stumped speechless when he heard a sob from Arthur. And then another sob came from the Brit, and then another and another until the Omega was crying his eyes out.

"W-what... What the hell are you doing? Why are you crying? He-hey!" Alfred grew awkward. He was not great with crying Omegas, he had not been good at calming them down. They always made him broke down into stutter.

But, Arthur continued to cry even with his crappy comfort.

"Look at what you did!" Elizabeta accused. Alfred grimaced at her motherly tone.

"Maybe, you should hug him, mon ami, just to ease the pain in his heart for being scolded by his love." Francis, Prince of Diamond, offered. "That's what I do to any of my lovers when they cry."

"What? No!" He refused and Arthur's cry grew louder in every passing minute. The attention of the whole cafeteria was now on them, whispers began to circle around. Each of them containing their sympathy for the lovely Omega who was a victim of his mate's violence.

Alfred glared at them.

And then awkwardly wrapped his arms around Arthur and patted his back for awhile until he stopped crying. Arthur's cries become hiccups and Alfred was about to let go when his mate grabbed his arms and adjust them comfortably around him.

Everything was silent until the sly Omega spoke.

"Fall for that sympathy card now, have you? I think you're not a really hard case to crack."

Alfred immediately let go. Arthur smirked.

"Fuck you!"

Ivan gave a childish laugh at Arthur, finding the Omega interesting.

Alfred can't wait to go home.

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On second thought, he can't wait for school to start again as he remembered that his mate lives in the same house as he did.

"Do we have the same bed?" Arthur tailed him, steps light as a feather.

"No." He replied for the millionth time.

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side, a pretentious act he had long perfected to get what he wants.

"Because I don't want to sleep with you." He explained again. Arthur did not pause, immediately replying, "But we're mates."

"Only on papers." Alfred evaded, "Without consummation, we're null and void."

"We can consummate now."

"We shall not."

"Why?"

Alfred sighed in frustration, only lightening up when they finally reach their shared house. Snappily, he said, "Because I don't love you!"

Arthur stops at his words, sincerely astonished, "You… don't love me?"

"Of course I don't! I only met you, you fucktard." He turns around to face his so called mate and notice the blank expression Arthur wore, devoid of any emotions that could betray him, "What now?"

The mask broke into a small smile, "That's okay. You don't have to love me to consummate."

The words fell heavy on his shoulder and Alfred only stared at Arthur with his own unreadable façade.

"Have you never dreamt of being love by an Alpha?"

Arthur tips his head, "Is that any different from being given lovely expensive things?"

Alfred doesn't know where to start to explain how wrong Arthur's words are. They just seem so materialistic and greedy, they don't match well with the innocuous face the Omega sports.

"Yes." He finally answered and the Omega blinks in confusion before settling with a neutral surface, "Odd. I thought that was love."

Alfred opened the door for the both of them after a second pause. Their conversation was cut short as Arthur proceeded to go to his own room, muttering under his breath things Alfred could not hear.

"He speaks the old tongue." He jostled as he heard the Beta maid. Sakura bowed to him respectfully, "I prepared a hot bath for you, Milord. The dinner will be served by the time you finished with your bath."

Sakura made a gesture to leave. Alfred stops her, "What do you mean by that?"

"By what, Milord?"

"The old tongue."

"The language of the fairy folks," Sakura clarified, "Lord Arthur speaks them fluently. When he was walking away from you, he was muttering them."

"How'd you know? I barely hear him."

"I learn from your mother, Milord." She smiled before leaving Alfred.

Alfred walked to his room, feeling a bit exhausted because of the day. He soaked himself in the warm water the maid readied, finishing after half an hour.

When he got down, Arthur was already there. He doesn't greet the Omega who stared at him, settling himself the farthest away. Their dinner went in silence and he doesn't prod as to why his mate is quiet.

The evening brought them away from each other. Alfred not saying anything as he goes back to his room and Arthur did so towards his. He fell asleep as soon as his back hit the bed.

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Arthur looked at the clock and sees the hand strike twelve.

He stood up and sauntered out his room, walking to his Alpha's own. He stared at the heavy mahogany double doors, the intricate design of twisting roses and spades made him smile.

He tried the knob.

"Lock." Arthur murmured to himself, his hand glowing green as he placed it on the knob until he heard a clicking noise. He also traced the crack of the door, checking for further bolts. There were three.

He unlocked them too.

The wind blew on him as he opens the door, immediately noticing the open balcony.

"What if someone climbed in and kill you in your sleep?" Arthur asked the sleeping form of his mate, "Tsk. You are a helpless Alpha, poppet."

He goes to close the door leading to the balcony before going to the large bed on the center of the room.

He stared at Alfred's face, the blue of his eyes hiding behind tired lids.

"Prince Alfred F. Jones XIX, son and heir of King Thomas and Queen Emily, brother of Prince Matthew." Green eyes glowed within the dark room, looking brilliant and beautiful and venomous, "And all mine."

Tbc...

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