A.N.-
Beastie: Wow, thanks! Um, yeah, I think he is. And I'm glad you like the Kirkland family, and you described them well. :) The sick visit?
... fuck call life alert
You just gave me a very good idea, beastie.
Wow, guys, thanks for the sweet reviews.
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UM OKAY WOW WE'VE GOT SOME SEXUAL STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER...
No sex, but there is some rather explicit masturbation. Artie's a horny little bugger when he's in heat. THIS IS A CHAPTER THAT CONTAINS NOTHING BUT ARTIE JERKING OFF.
It's kinda short, but I'm writing the next chapter as we speak.
A sharp gasp cut through the night, followed by a weak moan.
Arthur Kirkland lay in the small room, blankets, pillows, and cushions coating the floor and barricading a bowl around where the stripped male lay. The small Omega's hips jerked involuntarily, his arousal rubbing against the long pillow clutched between his legs. He arched his back, desperately seeking more friction and baring his neck to his nonexistent Alpha. A needy whimper escaped him as he writhed, curled in his nest inside the dark closet.
He shifted slightly, flinging an arm out and trembling with need, and began feeling around the soft fabrics, his shaking and hurrying fingers tangling themselves maddeningly in the wall of his nest.
Twitching fingers wrapped around a vibrator, Arthur shamefully glancing over his shoulder before he pulled it out from underneath a navy blanket.
The Omega's hands moved to his lower body, trembling legs spread and raised. With a loud moan, he slid the toy into himself, reveling in the blissful feeling of being filled. The natural lubricant produced by Omegas during heat was more than enough to easily accommodate the large toy, the automatic relaxation of those muscles kicking in as he was spread.
His fingers ran over the edge of the sex toy, searching for the switch to begin that heavenly movement inside him and-
A high-pitched whine escaped him as he pressed his thumb against it, not even registering the small burst of pain when the skin of his thumb was pinched between the switch and his nail, the sharp sensation overwhelmed by the pleasure of movement.
Toys only went so far for heat, though. Even after climaxing the need was still there, hidden under a mock release. Only an Alpha knotting in the Omega could actually sate the submissive partner.
Those were the upsides of being mated, Arthur supposed. Toys couldn't dominate you, or knot in you, and they didn't smell like Alphas, they can't tease you, or talk to you with their smooth American accents or stare at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and they didn't have that soft looking blonde hair that you just wanted to twist your fingers in, and they weren't tall and strong with broad shoulders and-
Arthur groaned in want, grinding down against the cushy floor of his nest and dragging his fingers over his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples.
The hard pink buds were pushed this way and that, Arthur's thin fingers manipulating and compressing the sensitive areas. He arched back, gripping the pillow with his feet and pulling the smooth, burgundy fabric taunt against his crotch. His hips were rolled with a loud moan, twisting and rubbing himself against the cloth.
"O-oh, my, god," The broken, panted words were punctuated with abrupt whines and changes in volume as his hips bucked faster and the thrashing grew more erratic. His nails dug into his palms, the thin fabric of the pillowcase not nearly enough of a barrier, and he flung his head back, sweat plastering the blonde strands to his forehead.
One more second of the toy buzzing in his ass and he came with a loud cry, moans bubbling from his lips and jerking with the aftershocks as he turned off the toy and waited for the release to grant him a few hours' relief and sleep.
Across the street, in bed, lay a wide-awake Alpha who had a pillow over his face to try and block the impossibly arousing smell of an Omega in heat and a raging boner.
Okay, so, Artie's in heat.
You know how when you were a kid you'd see someone who looked confident and was older than you and you got little mini-crushes on them? Artie has that. Like Artie sort of wishes he could take care of himself, but wants to be taken care of because he's an Omega and instincts, ya know? So he's mad at himself for wanting it, and thinks nobody will ever want to take care of him because he's not good at being an Omega, and then ALFRED shows up, and Alfred's a very good Alpha and looks really happy with his life, so Arthur's jealous and crush-y and Al can smell the pheromones from his house and he's just like "Well shit."