Walking the Edge of a Blade
By Ahro
Betaed by Hada.

Chapter 2

"Fuck me, man!" Alfred stormed through the front door of their shared apartment, dropping his lab coat across a chair and quickly loosening his tie from his neck.

"You have toys for that." Matthew's unenthused voice spoke up from his seat on the large L-shaped leather sofa.

Alfred let out a whine as he hastened his pace for his bedroom, already tearing off his shirt and undoing his fly as he went. Spending an entire day around a new Alpha at the start of his heat had Alfred almost buckling from his need for release.

Fuckin' Ludwig! Shit! I can handle Alphas durin' my heat, but you plunk down one I've never met, one that's that gorgeous—lithe body, held so straight and tall with so much authority, tight ass and lean thighs, perfect for keeping up a relentless thrusting pace, and those eyes, striking green almost overtaken by pupils dilated with heated lust—

"FUCKIN' CHRIST!" He slammed his door behind him as he dropped his pants and wet boxers to the floor, his cock springing out. He had been hard on his entire drive home. Had he not been on his suppressant he would have pulled over and relieved himself in his car.

"Hey, Al!" Alfred's eyes rolled as he groaned, reaching around to his ass that had already started to lube up with his lewd thoughts. Pressing into his already loosening hole, he coated his fingers before moving back to lather his cock with his slick.

"THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, MATT?" He grunted as he began to pump his erection a bit. Leaning over from his seated position on the bed, he pulled open the bottom drawer of his nightstand and was greeted by his familiar array of sex toys—-a much needed arsenal for any unmated Omega. Then a knock came at his door while he rifled through the mess causing him to growl.

"Mind not leaving your dildos on the couch?"

Alfred paused in his rummaging, his mind whirling through his most recent solo escapades and cataloging the equipment used during each one.

"You have the glow-in-the-dark green one?"

There was a deafening pause until finally, "...it glows in the dark..."
Alfred was up from his seat on the bed in seconds, opening the door to his brother holding the seven inch, lime green, ribbed dildo with a wad of tissues. Alfred thought nothing of it, only snatched it with a speedy "thank you", and was in his bathroom inspecting his favorite toy with care before cleaning it thoroughly. Once satisfied, he got to his usual position on the bed—head on the pillows, towel beneath him, ass in the air, dildo at the ready—and immediately returned to lewd thoughts of his new coworker.

About twenty minutes later, Alfred sidled out into the living room, sated and wet from a quick shower. His boneless body flopped onto the leather sofa with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair onto his shoulders and the expensive leather while he let a sigh roll from his lips.

Having heard his brother's entrance, Matthew rounded the island that separated the large kitchen from the main living area. A pint of ice cream was in his hand and a spoon in the other while a grimace lit his features.

"Seriously, Al..."

Alfred just lolled his head back, closing his eyes and swatting at the air as Matthew rounded the sofa and took a seat.

With a heavy sigh, Matthew spooned a scoop of Maple Moose ice cream into his mouth as he flicked on the massive 52-inch flat screen. Sudden moans and the sound of slapping skin reached both of their ears and Matthew spat in disgust as he quickly flipped to his own favorites list.

"I know, Mattie," Alfred drawled before the scolding came. "'Don't leave the T.V. on my porn list', I know," he recited, still not opening his eyes.

Matthew only grunted as he flicked through channels before finally settling on a documentary about polar bears. The distinct English narration reaching Alfred's ears had him curling up on the sofa and whimpering.

"The fuck, Mattie!" Alfred drawled out his brother's name in an annoying whine while Matthew only rolled his eyes in response.

"Jeez, thought you liked British accents." He then flipped the channel and settled when 'Supernatural' was on.

Alfred only mewled as he pulled his massive body pillow—a constant addition to the living room sofa, one Matthew steered clear of—closer and hugged it, "I like them too much now."

Matthew nodded as he sucked another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, "I take it you like your new partner."

Alfred lifted his face from being stuffed in his pillow to glare at his brother, who only smiled and held up his hands in mock defense. "Ugh, alright, I'm gunna get up and head downtown to the soup kitchens. I need to do some research for myself or I'm gunna flip tits."

Alfred grumbled as he got up to stretch, almost losing his towel in the process before grabbing at it quickly. He paused on his walk back to his bedroom, his eyes scanning over a large art deco wall clock; the time was well after the hour the soup kitchens gave out food.

"There'll still be people hangin' around. I just need to get out and clear my head."

"Then go out for a drive. It's dangerous around there at night." The worry was there in his brothers voice—however masked it was.

Alfred knew he was pushing it going anywhere during his heat, whether he was on his suppressant or not. It also wasn't kind of him to hurt his brother by putting himself at risk. As a family-tied Alpha, his protectiveness over his Omega brother—especially during his heat—could be oppressive, but Matthew had, reluctantly, given Alfred the benefit of the doubt while his suppressant masked his Type. But that didn't mean he couldn't guilt trip his younger brother.

Alfred blew out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he faced away from Matthew. "Nah, I need to do some research. I'm already behind. I'll be alright."

If he made eye contact with his brother Alfred would crumble quickly under the Alpha's glare, so he quickly escaped into his bedroom to pull on some baggy gray jeans, his soup kitchen volunteer t-shirt, and some grubby sneakers. It had been about a week since he had last been down to the slums of the inner city. Chances were high that new faces would be mingling around the area; he couldn't miss the opportunity.

Grabbing up his wallet, a notebook and pen, Alfred was out the door before Matthew could drill him further. He loved his brother, appreciated everything he had done for him as an Alpha, but there were still things Alfred had to take care of. Matthew knew how important Alfred's research was, and wanted to give the public the truth just as badly, but he also knew if something were to happen to Alfred the world would never be changed. His work was dangerous and there was no telling when it could cost him—and their future—everything.

Alfred had taken the subway into the deepest part of Atlanta where the castaways of society tried to continue their lives with what they had been left. These wretched souls would never be able to rise up beyond their surroundings due to the culture and indifference of the higher classes. This was where Alfred would find more like himself. It was the only place the extreme ends of the gene traits could possibly hide.

But there had never been any.

For years Alfred had been coming to these dank and rotting back alleys, his senses tuned for the scent of a male Omega or female Alpha. If he had found one, they had been long since sterilized and generally corpses.

Alfred's walk to the soup kitchens was a long one from where he disembarked at the MARTA train station. He chose this route through some of the more hopeless communities where people lived and died with no faith in the world that left them there. However, Alfred's arrival did warrant some hope. He had grown to be a welcomed face in the darkness. They knew nothing about him, nor wanted to, but that was how Alfred had wanted it. He brought them food and a few good laughs, and then he would leave; it was the way of things and all sides accepted it.

Yet, there was another reason Alfred chose this street, this corner, this lamp post, this fence.

"Mattie! Come play with me and Hero!"

The windows were dark, bricks covered in moss and vines, grass dead and overgrown. There was nothing but an empty shell left behind after the last owners disappeared without a trace.

"Have you seen the woman or children who use to live in that house?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. No one has lived there in years. Not since they brought the mother of those two boys in to be sterilized. I'm sure they must be living someplace nice. Those male Omegas and female Alphas were well taken care of by The Company."

"Yes...yes, they were."

Alfred's hand rested lightly on the vine-covered metal fence, while his other curled into a fist at his side. The memory of when he had finally returned to this tiny street came back to him even now. It was all meant to be a constant reminder to Alfred why he did what he did each day. Why this all needed to end. Why The Company needed to be stopped.

As he stared along the familiar stone path that lead up to the front door, his eyes suddenly fell on a huddled shape he had never seen there before. His heartbeat immediately hastened in his chest; his form shuddering with the heavy pounding as his hands fumbled at the rusty latch of the fence before shoving his way forward. His foot immediately landed on something that gave a soft squeak but he only briefly glanced behind him in his haste; the sound of a dog's bark lingering briefly in his mind as he ran.

Reaching the porch, he slowly neared, already smelling the stench of death and the sound of flies as they circled the dirty heap.

He pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and pressed his hands into them before reaching for the corpse. It was a woman. She hadn't been dead for more than twenty-four hours, but, with his breath catching in his lungs, he lightly brushed the matted brown hair away from her face and his heart sunk.

"Still not you, mom."

A brief glimmer of hope remained that his mother was still alive somewhere, but it had been so many years of holding on to that ounce of hope that his heart had dulled to the ache. This was all just business now; just another job he had given himself as his gloved hands reached for the dirty jacket and brushed it to the side. Beneath the thick jacket was an emaciated form that he had grown all too familiar in seeing. He silently shook his head as he continued, his hands lightly moving to the woman's torn top and slowly edged it up against her sunken stomach. Once the pale skin was exposed, his eyes narrowed immediately when that familiar horizontal scar appeared just inches below the woman's navel.

"Another victim of the Sterilization." His voice was cold and distant; business like. Seeing yet another innocent, one that couldn't have been more than forty years old, dead at his feet was just another failure along Alfred's path. They weren't his fault, but he had taken their deaths onto himself. It was a constant reminder of how he could never stop until The Company was exposed.

With a sigh, he fixed her top and jacket once more and laid her out as presentable as possible. Getting to his feet, he pulled out his phone and made a quick 9-1-1 call for a team to come remove the body. With a last look at the woman, he left the porch and walked back out to the street to continue on his way.

He had swung by the corner store nearby—putting money into the local business—and picked up an assortment of food and drinks. The cashier knew Alfred well and was always pleased to see him. They exchanged a few pleasantries, Alfred making sure to ask of new arrivals in the area, and proceeded around the corner to the soup kitchen.

The lights were still on; the door open and inviting any to wander in. More familiar faces, upon seeing who was lugging in a massive cardboard box of food, quickly rushed to the door cheering all the while and helping Alfred with his burden. He laughed and waved off their thanks as they all began to dig in and pass around the additional food.

"Ve~! Alfred! It's always so lovely to see you!"

Alfred smiled as an excited Italian came up to hug him once he had managed to get away from the crowd. The brunet's ever pleasant demeanor was a breath of fresh air amidst so much sadness. His cheerfulness combated the atmosphere well and it was one of the reasons so many people came to this particular soup kitchen. It was also the largest gathering for Alfred to conduct his research.

"You've been busy. We haven't seen you in over a week. I do hope work has not been too difficult on you." The Italian pulled out a chair and offered it to Alfred.

"Heh, let's just say I'm being tested." Alfred laughed as he rubbed at the back of his neck and took the proffered seat. "So, how have things been here, Feli? Any newcomers?"

"Ve~! We have had a few new faces around here. I... think..." The Italian stretched up on his toes to look out over the room and jumped excitedly when he spotted who he was looking for. "Yes! Miss Shelly in the far corner there. Everyone else has left I'm afraid."

Feliciano took up his seat once more as Alfred got to his feet. "Awesome! I'll have to go introduce myself."

"Yes! Please do! She's a very nice lady," Feli cheered with a bright smile.

Alfred returned his own grin and began his way over to the elderly woman; waving and hugging familiar faces amidst the crowd as he went. As he neared, he could already sense the common differences associated with female Omega and Betas to that of a sterilized female Alpha.

First, she sat alone, natural for independent Alphas, and she was quiet while knitting away a scarf and only nodding to the few people that said "hello" to her. Alfred knew she would be pleasant upon his approach, but he would only be allowed so much time to talk with her. Even after sterilization male Omegas and female Alphas still had residual effects of their Type, however, they were severely dulled. Of course, that was only one of the side-effects of the sterilization. The in-depth portions that The Company kept under wraps went unnoticed until it was too late.

"Hello, there!" Alfred's boisterous voice called out to the woman as he waved to her. She wasn't startled out of her knitting—hearing having all but gone from age—but she did look in the direction of the sound and a quiet smile spread across her dry lips.

"Evening, dear." Her smile was weak and shook briefly as the folds of her skin quivered from the strain of the movement. Although her eyes were fogged a bit by cataracts, they held a kindness as they looked up at him. "What can I do for you?"

What can she do for me. Already offering me assistance when I'm here for her. Definitely an Alpha; always ready to give than to take. Dragging over a chair, he placed it with the back facing the woman and straddled it.

"There's nothing I need. I'm here for you, young lady." Alfred smiled brightly as he curbed their chat to his immediate interests. The route to which he took came natural. Having seen many other sterilized Alpha females and Omega males, Alfred knew what to expect. However, in the past few years those numbers had declined immensely and the ones remaining were all elderly.

The woman chuckled, "You're too kind, but a strapping young man like you should be spending his free time looking for a mate, wouldn't you say?"

Alfred smiled, knowing the exact route now to find out what he needed to know.

"You're quite intuitive to sense I'm not mated. Might you be an Alpha?" Once the sterilization had been processed, Alpha females and Omega males became more accepted into the community. However, there was still a heavy bias against them. Alfred wasn't afraid of offending the woman for outwardly stating what she was. In fact, she would more than likely appreciate his recognition of her status as an Alpha.

"Ahh, yes dear, that I am. Sterilized many years ago though so don't you worry your handsome self about catching anything."

"Oh, I wasn't going to worry about that." Alfred continued to smile as the woman looked back down to her knitting. She was bobbing her head up and down slightly, completely content with her life the way it was. It was heartwarming to see as this case was a rare sight. Far more often Alfred found himself comforting these people once Alfred hinted at their Type, the rollercoaster of their life coming back to haunt them.

"I'm glad to hear that, dear. You know, growing up as a female Alpha was very difficult. Before The Company offered the solace of sterilization, I feared for my families safety. Not only that but, if I were to have children one day, what kind of lives would they lead, if any? I thank the Lord everyday for giving us the gift that is The Company. I never believed I would live long enough to see reports showing the irregular genes had been bred out. It's nice to know no one else will have to endure what I went through."

That was all Alfred needed to know and it was the same every time.

She's brainwashed. Brainwashed like the rest of the population and, for those who wouldn't fall for The Company's lies, they were forced into sterilization. Even if they escaped, they still faced persecution by the populus. Sometimes it was better to believe what you were told than face the pain.

Alfred heaved a sigh as he mentally checked off another lost cause. He hadn't expected different, but always clung to the hope that someone new would show up that he might possibly save. But the less he saw of younger Alpha females and Omega males, the more Alfred began to think The Company had truly achieved their goal. Perhaps they really had eradicated the gene; that Alfred was one of, if not the last, fertile male Omegas left.

No, I can't think like that. I've spent too much time working to try and bring down The Company. I know there are others still out there. There has to be.

"Dear? Excuse me, are you alright?"

"Oh, what?" Alfred shook his head as he realized he had zoned out in front of the old woman.

"You seemed to drift off there. Thoughts on someone special I hope." She chimed warmly.

"Oh, ahh, yeah, someone special. Right, well, thank you for your time, Miss Shelly. I'm sure I'll see you again."

She replied with a simple nod as Alfred returned his chair to its previous location and walked back to Feli. There wasn't much left for him to do since he had been late in arriving. Now he was back where he started. No new discoveries. No new answers. Just the same old questions that had answers already, only Alfred refused to accept them.

"Leaving already, Alfred?"

"Yeah, sorry I showed up so late. I'll be more diligent on gettin' out here." He smiled at Feliciano in apology.

"Ve~ don't stress yourself too much on worrying about this little place. We appreciate you offering whatever time you can to us."

Alfred nodded and turned away with a wave as he walked out the door to head home. Even if his trip didn't procure any new results, talking with these people, especially Feliciano, did warm his heart. People who were so down on their luck, living on the streets and needing to accept handouts just to live, were still able to bring a smile to their lips. It made Alfred feel like all of his smiles were nothing but forced lies.

As he made his way back to the subway entrance and boarded the train, his thoughts began to take that dangerous route. It was one he had begun to follow far too often, a variable he had to always consider, but never wanted to accept.

What if I'm wrong?

Pulling up to the twenty story apartment complex, Alfred stepped out of his Challenger and tossed his keys to the usual vallet standing by the parking garage. He passed off a tip to the young man and then turned to head inside. His thoughts were currently running rampant with doubt and he knew his brother would sense Alfred's distress immediately. A lecture was inevitable so he found himself delaying by wandering around in the lobby, which currently consisted of staring into a vending machine as if it held all of his answers.

"Dr. Jones?"

Alfred's eyes widened at the familiar blond mop of hair that appeared in the reflection of the glass in front of him. His senses immediately tuned to the Alpha: his scent, his strong posture that shown in the glass, those green eyes as they stared practically through his. Alfred squinted his eyes to try and block the desire worming in his belly and leaned on his arm against the machine.

"Dr. Jo—er, Alfred? Are you alright?"

Alfred felt him close the gap between them as a hand neared his shoulder but Alfred whipped around quickly; a laugh accompanying the mask of a smile on his face.

"Ahh, Arthur! Hey, man, what are you doin' here?"

Arthur stepped back, withdrawing his hand, and staring at it strangely as if he had just grown additional fingers. Alfred gritted his teeth as he watched.

Yeah, you were reaching out on instinct to comfort an Omega. But to you, I'm an Alpha. Alpha's don't comfort other Alphas. God! Don't think anything of it, please!

"I live here now. Just moved in a few days ago." Karma seemed to be on Alfred's side for a change as Arthur returned his hand to his overcoat pocket, though his expression still gave Alfred cause to watch his step.

"Oh, right! You did just move here for the job. Right." Alfred laughed awkwardly as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Yes." Arthur looked around briefly, confusion evident on his features.

Alfred felt a flush begin to creep up his neck which he tried to hide by walking over to the elevators. Of course, he didn't escape long as Arthur followed right behind him. Alfred needed to take attention off of his earlier awkwardness so he quickly jumped on some neutral ground.

"So," he stuffed his hands in his own jacket as he leaned back on his heels a bit, staring up at the steadily declining numbers for the elevator. "How come you're gettin' in so late? Did you just leave the office?"

There was a soft hum of agreement before Arthur elaborated, "I wanted to catch up on where you were in your research. Quite impressive considering you seem to work alone."

Alfred tapped his foot as the numbers seemed to go even slower, probably allowing more people on at different floors.

"Oh, well, thanks. Yeah, I don't know why the boss brought on another researcher. I was doin' just fine." Alfred paused a moment as he watched the numbers tick down until he suddenly realized what he had said. "Ahh! But, I'm really happy to have you! I saw your resume and it's very impressive! An extra set of skilled hands will really make the workflow much simpler!" Alfred fought to recover as a "ding" rang out around them, signaling the arrival of the elevator.

Alfred immediately stepped back, expecting a flock of people to be exiting, but was greeted with a vacant elevator. From blushing to feeling his face pale, Alfred shivered at the sudden change in his body temperature. Now he would be sharing an empty elevator with Arthur and all Alfred could do was pray the faint scent of his heat would go unnoticed.

"Well, that's convenient. I always hate those awkward elevator rides with other people." Alfred laughed obnoxiously as he strolled through the waiting doors. Of course, he couldn't ask for a more awkward elevator ride than to be alone with an extremely attractive Alpha.

As Arthur followed him inside, the small interior immediately sent the Omega's senses on overdrive as the Alpha's scent surrounded them. Had he not been on his suppressant, he would have jumped Arthur immediately, or rather Arthur would have jumped on Alfred. Any Omega in heat around an Alpha was fair game unless already mated. Even then an Omega needed to watch themselves in case an Alpha took that chance.

"So," Alfred drawled on as he teetered back and forth on his feet, his hand hovering over the rows of numbers on the wall. He darted his eyes over his shoulder to where Arthur had taken up a spot. He was currently flipping through something on his phone and Alfred couldn't help to stare at the man's long slender fingers. Even though Alfred was slightly more muscular, Arthur's assertive and confident personality made up for his leaner build. It wasn't necessary for an Alpha to be physically stronger than an Omega or Beta to be considered strong. It was just another stereotype that Alfred despised, and was, in all honesty, rather excited Arthur wasn't a typical Alpha.

Alfred's eyes widened when he suddenly noticed Arthur staring at him. He had a bewildered look on his face, probably wondering why Alfred had stopped mid-sentence and was obviously staring at his new partner as if he were a delicious piece of meat. Alfred quickly turned back to the list of numbers on the wall, already feeling the perspiration building up on his forehead.

"Ahh, what floor?" His previous pallor was replaced again with a rouge of embarrassment. He could only imagine what kind of Alpha Arthur thought of Alfred. Certainly not a normal one. If Arthur felt that Alfred had been looking at him with want in his eyes, then he was not a normal Alpha.

"Twenty, please."

This time, Alfred did stop to look back at Arthur and he didn't have to hide his earlier embarrassment; it was easily masked with his surprise.

"Really? That's the floor I live on."

Arthur had turned back to his phone but looked up once more at Alfred's response. "Oh, well, that's quite convenient. Won't have far to go if I have any questions regarding your research."

"WHAT RESEARCH?" Alfred jumped as the elevator began to ascend; his heart practically in his throat with his panic.

The hell am I so jumpy for? He knows nothing about my research on Omega males and Alpha females. He knows nothing about the suppressants. Just relax.

"Ahh, your flu research?"

"Oh, right, duh, I was just-"

Before Alfred could register what was going on, Arthur had stepped closer and placed the back of his hand against Alfred's forehead. Alfred had to blink a moment when he found himself pressed back against the elevator wall. He had retreated, but still had yet to push Arthur away, finding the Alpha's close proximity and concern warming.

"Are you alright?"

Arthur's question couldn't have been more redundant, as Alfred was far from alright. In fact, he felt more intoxicated than anything. His eyes had grown heavy, while his body had slumped some against the wall. Meanwhile, Arthur was looking at him with a deep concern in his eyes. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought Arthur had picked up his scent and was now looking to protect him. It was the exact kind of attention an Alpha would give and a part of Alfred was more than happy to let him. Of course, that was completely counterproductive to Alfred's entire life goal.

"Ahh, y-yeah, I'm fine." Alfred swatted away at Arthur's hand—much to Alfred's dismay—and stood back up, straightening his jacket as he did. "Jeez, dude, personal space."

Arthur stepped back, holding his nose in the air to bring himself slightly higher than Alfred, and looked down his nose at him. The move did its job and Alfred immediately felt small next to him. Of course, Alfred didn't have much to stand on. Being an Omega in heat put him at a severe disadvantage even being on his suppressant.

"Well, pardon me for concerning myself with my new co-worker. I'll be sure to keep my distance." Arthur then looked away, pocketing his phone and staring resolutely at the numbers as they ticked by above their heads.

Alfred bit his lip as he tried to recover the ground he had lost. He was failing miserably in front of Arthur as an Alpha and he would be seeing the man on a regular basis. Trying to avoid Arthur was going to be like trying to hide an elephant in a room of mirrors. Alfred really needed to step up his game if he was going to hide his Type from Arthur.

"Good. I-It's not like I needed the extra help to begin with." Alfred's attempted retaliation sounded more like a prissy bird flaunting its feathers and the realization only deflated Alfred even more. He had never been this bad before. There was something about Arthur that had completely thrown Alfred's practiced flair at being an Alpha. For once, he felt more like an Omega than he had in his entire life.

"Umm, look, I-"

"Alfred!"

Alfred's eyes shot open at his name being called and he spun around to be faced with his twin brother. The elevator had arrived at their floor and Alfred had completely missed the sound of the doors opening with Arthur distracting him. Now though, Alfred was facing his very protective Alpha brother, one stumbling upon an elevator holding a near cowering Omega and a self-righteous looking Alpha. It didn't look good on either side of the threshold.

"M-Mattie."

"What happened? Are you alright?" Matthew walked quickly over to Alfred, shooting a warning glare at Arthur as he stood between the two. Arthur cleared his throat, as he kept his nose upturned and moved to leave the elevator.

"Excuse me." His voice was level but held an obvious animosity.

Matthew had moved out of the way, but Alfred felt himself briefly reach out to Arthur as he stepped past and off of the elevator. His arm wasn't there for long, quickly grabbed by Matthew and held at his side. Alfred allowed himself to be handled, in dire need of Matthew's support just then. He was breaking quickly and he knew Matthew could tell just by the longing look Alfred shot to Arthur's retreating back. Once the man disappeared into his apartment, Matthew grabbed Alfred's attention.

"Alfred, snap out of it! The fuck is wrong with you? You're in heat and you let yourself ride an elevator with an Alpha?"

Alfred turned his head away, not wanting to look into his brother's fierce violet eyes. With no need to keep up his Alpha facade, Alfred quickly crumbled against his brother out of desperation.

"I know. I fucked up, Mattie. I tried, but, I don't know, there's somethin' about him, Matt." He sniffed as he buried his face in his brother's hockey jersey.

Matthew huffed a sigh as he pulled Alfred into his arms, holding him and trying to calm his brother.

"He's your new partner, I take it?" Alfred nodded against Matthew's chest which incited another sigh. "It's just late. You're at your weakest right now and you haven't taken your next dose. You'll be fine, but I'd keep your distance 'till your heat runs its course." Alfred nodded again before pulling away from Matthew.

"Thanks, Matt. But, you know, you gotta watch your overly-protective-brotherly-Alpha routine, too. I mean, you came in here as if you caught the guy already knottin' inside me."

"Ugh, what the fuck, Al. Was that visual necessary?"

Alfred worried at his lip as he felt his cock suddenly stir in his own pants at the thought of Arthur mating with him.

"Umm, definitely not for you." Alfred smirked wickedly before he was taking off down the hall for their apartment and a much needed release. His brother, more or less, contemplated how hard it would be to severe a man's head from his shoulders with a hockey puck.

A/N: First, a big thanks to Hada for betaing this fic! You are awesome! :D Also, do check out her own omegaverse fic on her ffn: hada-fiction.

So, what could Artie be thinking? Might he be suspicious of Alfred's bizarre reactions
for being an Alpha? Mattie certainly isn't helping Alfred's chances. Haha. Poor Al.

That's it for chapter 2! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and thank you all who've reviewed/faved/followed the fic! The response already has been awesome, and I only hope I continue to please with this fic! ^^ LOVE THIS VERSE! XD

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