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.
Note: If you are heartbroken, a tub of ice cream really works and a bunch of horror films too.
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Alfred woke up by dawn, feeling a light weight on top of him.
Opening his eyes, he saw Arthur sleeping, his hands daintily tuck close to his chest, curling in on him. Groggily, his mind appreciated the view.
He was about to close his eyes again when he remembered something off. He tried to dismiss it but the gnawing feeling kicked at his senses. And then it dawned on him.
Arthur shouldn't be here!
"What the fuck? How'd you get here?!"
Arthur woke up with a start as Alfred scrambles away. He grumbled when he was thrown harshly on the floor, hands rubbing the remaining sleep away from his hazy green eyes. And when he was finally able to function properly, he glared angrily at his mate.
"You don't wake a peacefully sleeping Omega even if there's fire." He spats, if anything that really irks him is that being awaken for stupid reasons while he's having a really great dream.
"I asked what you are doing here. Answer me!" Alfred snarled at him, sitting up sloppily, letting the blankets pool at his waist, and exposing his bare upper body.
Arthur gave an appreciative sweep over before clearing his throat, "Oh, I climbed in your bed."
He said it in his most are-you-stupid tone that made Alfred bristle in early anger.
"GET OUT NOW!"
"Don't be such a pussy."
Alfred glared, "One."
"You're counting now, are you? Early mathematics isn't really a turn on."
"Two."
"Seriously, love, you should feel gratified with a mate willing to chase you. With that deep frown of yours and those cold blue eyes and sexy body... Sorry, what are we talking again?"
"GET THE HELL OUT!"
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The other students move to the side in respect for the Prince of Spade and his mate as they walk by, Alfred walking moodily away from his mate.
Arthur doesn't mind much, humming under his breath as he walks in leisure a foot behind the Alpha. Alfred has a fascinating color of hair when angered.
It was such a contrast to his vibrant blond. Such blackness shouldn't exist really. It reminds him too much of his own mind.
"Alfred," He calls but the Alpha only grunts in reply, still baffled by the incident earlier this morning, "See you later."
Alfred turns to him in question, just in time to see Arthur rounding the corner, "Why are you going there? We're about to go to Science in Hall B."
Arthur peeked back.
"Oh, love, you're confusing me here. Earlier you want me out of your hair, now you want me wrap on you."
Alfred bared his teeth, dangerous and hostile, "Just answer my question."
"I'm going to meet someone." Arthur gave that one little smile of his, the one that gets under Alfred's skin so much.
Alfred furrowed his brow, "Who?"
"That's a tiny little secret." He sings, voice chiming pleasantly with clandestine.
"What do you mean? Are you seeing anyone?" The prince demanded as he took hold of Arthur's left wrist, tight enough to make the Omega wince.
"Really now. Me? Seeing anyone besides you? Oh dear, oh dear. My mate is being paranoid over me." He steps back to Alfred and frowns, ignoring the sting on his wrist. "I'll let you in on a secret, love."
Arthur traces his finger on the side of Alfred's cheek, a feather touch to his face, light enough to be nonexistent. "There's no one else in the world that possess a pair of eyes as beautifully blue as yours. And nothing could keep me stubbornly in love more than an Alpha with your kind of orbs."
His words were soft and yet concrete, not more than above a whisper but Alfred heard him loud and clear.
Arthur steps back with a dismissive wave, "Now, I must go. I am rather late and I don't want to keep Kiku waiting."
Alfred shook his head to clear his mind.
The omega keeps him muddled all the time. In the short amount of time he knows the man, he never truly had an inkling to who Arthur Kirkland is. He was a mystery behind his seductive smirks.
A bundle of sensual mystery.
"Who the fuck are you, Arthur?" He continuously muttered as he heads towards his original destination.
Arthur doesn't show up to their first period. Nor does he in their second and now their third period. He missed the three classes consecutively. Alfred doesn't really care where the Omega went after they parted but it doesn't sit well with him when their third period ends and there was still no sight of the blond Omega.
When the teacher dismisses, Alfred immediately went out the room only to see his Omega leaning casually against the glass wall, gazing out the green field.
"Where have you been?" He asked, brows furrowing.
Arthur raised one impressive eyebrow, "I told you I was meeting Kiku."
"Kiku was back before the first period start. Where have you been?" Icy blue meets green.
"And then I ditched the class altogether." Arthur finally replied after much thought, as though it was normal to skip classes.
"That's unsightly for an Omega. Especially for the next queen of Suit." Alfred's lips thinned, disproving eyes looking at the figure of Arthur.
"Well, I don't want to go to class."
"You are putting a smear in the family name."
"Well, I don't want to go to class." Arthur repeated, petulant. Alfred narrowed his eyes, "Don't be a spoiled brat. You're just an Omega."
"A next in throne Omega, though." Green eyes smiled at him although Arthur's face remained bored, "I'm as much important as you are, love. If I don't want to go to class then I don't want to go to class. Unless you want me to."
It was implied—an implication Alfred prickled at. The Omega wanted him to beg for him to go to class.
What a stupid Omega. Alfred F. Jones doesn't beg.
He turns around to leave Arthur but Arthur has other plans and grabs his hand, "You know, Alfred, you're an exciting little lad."
Alfred took his hand back, "If you're not going back to class then stop bothering me."
Arthur followed him to class.
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Arthur sat farthest away from Alfred and the Alpha felt his annoyance grew even more. The hot and cold attitude of his omega pisses him off—adding more to the reasons why he can't figure the bitch out.
One minute he's all over him and the next he's scurrying away. He felt like he's in a maze and that maze being Arthur's mind. He's just lost in it.
He sat next to Antonio, glaring at his omega who chose to ignore him.
"Okay, class, turn your Etiquette book to page 124." Their French Omega teacher, Francine Debussy, said as she walked up and down the aisle. "As you can see, this chapter will be the start of our dancing lessons for the upcoming Sweetheart Halloween next month. So, I want you to find yourself a partner. Those who have a mate already shall be each other's partner."
Arthur raised his hand. Francine raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oui, Sir Arthur?" She asked, her accent getting thicker with every passing second.
"What if you don't want your mate to be your partner?" Alfred looked at the sudden question to his Omega, mood darkening at his words.
"Well..." The French Omega threw a glance towards the angry Alpha at the middle of the classroom. "You could choose another one but why? Aren't you going to be Prince Alfred's partner?"
Arthur smiled and met the said royal's eyes. "I am. I'm just asking for several Alphas here who could not voice their thoughts out. I mean, they might not want to be with their mates on that special day, maybe they have someone more special in their mind than their mates."
With his words, the room was suddenly filled with embarrassed and slightly furious scents from those Alphas and scents of hurt and mistrust from said Alphas' mates.
"Is it true? Of course it is! You've been looking at that Omega in the next classroom for a while now!" Cried a girl Omega at her mate before bursting into tears.
"Wh-what? No! Babe, it's not that... I mean.." Alfred looked at the man who was hopelessly defending his case.
Ah, men like them are so stupid. If you have find a mate, you've got to make sure he or she is the one because mating is a very important event in one's life. Well, that was what his mother told him, you don't get a chance for another mate once you have one already.
Those days of Alphas having many mates are over the day his mother had been made Demon Queen so many centuries ago.
He then looked at Arthur who smirked at him craftily before averting his pretty green eyes to observe the havoc he had caused among mated pairs of their class.
"Fine! If you think he's prettier than me then go after him! It's not like I would care anymore, I have enough of your nonchalant attitude towards me anyway!" Another Omega shouted at his cornered Alpha and then left abruptly followed by the other Omegas who were either crying their hearts out or stomping angrily.
"Oh dear, oh dear. I never thought I'll cause such a mess with my help." Arthur muttered, placing a delicate hand on his cheek in thought. "Well, let bygones be bygones."
"Why?" Alfred said as he plopped himself besides his mate. They still got thirty minutes before this class ends so might as well relax a bit.
"Why what?" Arthur asked.
"Why did you do this?" Alfred gestured to the debacle going in the room, a mess of distress omegas and defensive alphas.
"I was bored." Arthur replied, finally looking at his mate, "And boredom gets the better of me. Plus, I was trying to help."
"And you think you were successful?" Sarcasm dripped to the floor as Alfred spoke. Arthur nodded, casually leaning towards Alfred, "I think I do. Success is such a subjective matter you know."
Alfred threw him an incredulous look, trying to decode his meaning and failing. Arthur then wordlessly climbs on his lap, settling comfortably surrounded by Alfred's warmth. Alfred doesn't comment on Arthur's action.
"Isn't it lovely?" Arthur asks. Alfred knitted his brow, "What's lovely?"
"How they fight." Arthur answered, "How easily they are manipulated with words. And how easy it is to gauge their desires and use it against them."
Alfred looked at his classmates, "They're bunch of silly fools."
"Lovely silly fools, Alfred, lovely silly fools."
"Fools nonetheless."
"You are a harsh lad." Arthur articulated, carefully sketching his fingers on Alfred's cheeks once more.
"You describe me many things." Alfred remarked, staring at the green of Arthur's eyes. Arthur has a pair of eyes that enchant souls. He wonders how many did he enthralled.
"Because I can't describe you in just one." Arthur's face was close, his lips ghosting above his, almost touching but the omega doesn't let it touch. He felt Arthur's fingers curling before the omega altogether moved away.
"We should go, Alfred, class is over."
Alfred shakes himself from his trance.
Tbc...