So here it is~! The song, by the way, is Tongue Tied by Grouplove. This is much longer, 1,550+ words.

"Take me to your best friend's house, going around this roundabout, oh yeah! Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then and I love you now, oh yeah! Don't take me tongue tied, don't wave no goodbye! Don't... Right!" Alfred Jones sang loudly as he jogged through the wooded area, earbuds concealed by his sweaty hair. "Take me to your best friend's house, marmalade, we're making out, oh yeah! Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then and I love you now- HOLY SHIT!"

The Alpha slammed to a stop, inhaling desperately and choking on the air. He panted once he could breathe again, groaning as the smell of an unmated Omega in heat went straight to his cock.

Fucking a cute little Omega into the bottom of his nest then knotting in him would be exercise, and you came out here to get exercise, the Alpha in him pointed out.

Okay you can shut the hell up, he told it sternly. I'm not some piece of scum who screws a virgin Omega.

Oh, he's a virgin, unmated Omega in heat. You saw him peek through his curtains when you left the other day; he obviously has the hots for you. It's not like he'd refuse you, he's in heat with a crush, he'd probably beg for your dick-

It's wrong!

It's what nature intended, his inner Alpha spat, Omegas produce so many pheromones that turn Alphas on because they need a protector. They need an Alpha, he needs an Alpha. Arthur Kirkland needs an Alpha, and you're an Alpha. Don't act like you're not hard for him.

Well, I am, but it's not his fault-

It's no one's fault! It's the way things are done. Omegas go into heat and release pheromones, Alphas react to the pheromones, Alphas and Omegas mate, are you seeing a pattern here?

Alfred nodded slowly, the thought of burying himself in the ass of that cute little Brit sounding better by the minute. "Natural..." Reason could go fuck itself, he decided, this wasn't wrong, nature made things this way. It was how life worked.

He took a step towards the house, disregarding the fact that there were four Alphas in that house. They were pretty skinny, anyhow, he could probably take them. He was strong. Really the only thing that mattered was Arthur, he was doing Arthur a favor, he was helping Arthur, Arthur, Arthur who was making that arousing smell, Arthur with those pretty, big green eyes, Omega eyes. Those eyes didn't have submission in them, oh, but Alfred could put submission in them, Arthur with the blush that reached his ears, wonder if that bush reached other places, have to find out, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur-

He froze, reality hitting him like a slap to the face. What was he doing?! He barely knew the Omega!

He spun on his heel, inwardly yelling at himself for losing control. He wasn't some horny teenager anymore, he was an adult. This wasn't one of the fantasies he dreamed up last night under the influence of Arthur's intoxicating pheromones, this was a real person! And he had been about to-

He felt sick. He had been raised to be in control all the time- of himself, of the situation, of everything. Having thoughts like the ones he had were fine, what was so very not fine was acting on them.

Which was what he had been about to do.

He took a deep breath and pushed his fingers through his hair as he walked away from that heavenly scent, muscles taut with restraint. He could feel the sweat run down his back, the wintry air chilling his skin. He just needed a minute to breathe, that was all, then he'd jog back to his house and take a shower. Then he'd go downtown, the last thing he needed was to sit in a house with Arthur's scent all over the place, going through his lungs and down to his- NOPE. ABORT THOUGHT.

"Control, control, control," He chanted, hurrying back to his home- fuck, did that smell get stronger?! He was up the stairs like a shot, t-shirt and shorts flung to the tile as he switched the water to cold and stepped in, hissing and recoiling as the naturally elevated temperature of Alphas was smacked in the face by a water tank full of COLD WATER.

Once he had gotten his arousal under control, the water was flicked off and he exited the bathroom, towel wrapped loosely around his hips, and into his old room. He dug through his suitcase, pulling on jeans and a fresh t-shirt, grabbing his jacket and hurrying back down the stairs. He pushed open the door and padded down the driveway, holding his breath until he climbed in his car and slammed the door.

He really needed to get his shit under control.

/timeskip/

I really should've stayed out longer. Now I have to sit here and act like I'm not the most turned-on person on planet Earth. Fucking fantastic, Alfred thought, slouched at his desk. There was an Omega going through heat right across the street, and Alfred had to sit there and listen to Kelli-with-an-i babble on about who knows what via webcam.

"So then it turned out the damn Omega had a heat coming up but didn't tell anyone, so all the Alphas in the ward had to be taken out while he was moved to the Heat Center," The Beta woman sighed, filling Alfred in on what had gone down in the ER during his absence. "And then there was a drunk Alpha in the waiting room who came onto this one Omega so hard he gave the poor thing a panic attack."

"Really." Alfred asked dully, a monotone ringing through his voice.

"And then a few hours later we were all in the nurses room, and the sensors hooked up to this one Omega start going crazy, so we grab everything we can reach and rush in there, and we see the Omega on his Alpha's lap, moaning while the Alpha jerks him off! The Omega looked mortified, turns red over everything we could see, but the damn Alpha doesn't even blink. Honestly, I thank the Lord I don't have to deal with that dominant/submissive/Alpha/Omega bullshit," She declared.

"Really."

"Really! In fact, I-

"Alfie!"

"Coming Mom!"

Alfred rocketed from his chair, slamming the laptop shut and leaving Kelli-with-an-i with a very indignant-with-an-i expression and a blank screen.

"Could you take this to the Kirkland's, hon?" The blonde mother asked, holding out an apple pie.

Alfred's expression quickly changed from grateful to disbelieving. He had nearly lost it in the woods near the Kirkland home, and his mother expected him to go sit in their living room for a friendly chat?!

"Are you insane?" He demanded angrily, more mad at himself for being unable to keep his head than at his mother, who, being an Omega, was blissfully unaware of Arthur's heat.

"I-... I'm... sorry...?" She stammered uncertainly, confused by his unusually sour reaction.

"No, Mom, I'm sorry," He sighed, pressing a hand against his forehead in exasperation with himself. "I'll take it to them, sure."

Five minutes later, he stood at their door, praying to God that he didn't lose it. He reached out, rapping on the door sharply. When they didn't open it within 0.02 seconds, he smacked his knuckles against the wood with increased urgency, hoping they opened the door soon because he was painfully hard and shit she just opened the door oh my God that smell got stronger he couldn't do this-

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Kirkland raised a (rather large) eyebrow at the sight of the cowlicked Alpha at the door.

"U-um, here," Alfred stuttered like an idiot, pushing the pie towards her. She blinked and took it, a bit perplexed by Alfred's 180 in attitude from the first time they had met. "It's, erm, apple pie. My mom made it, she's a really good cook, a-and, I-"

"Won't you come in?" She asked politely, trying to put the Alpha at ease. What in God's name could be making him so nervous?

"No!"

She blinked. "... Well, then please thank your mother for me."

"I-I will, I have to go now," He said, taking a step back.

"Thank you again for the-" The British woman was cut off by a loud cry from Arthur, upstairs, full of want and need and practically screaming for an Alpha.

Alfred was off like a shot, spinning on his heel and dashing back to his home for his second cold shower of the day.

"-pie..." She finished quietly, watching the Jones' front door bang shut.

God, Alphas were weird.

Okay, so I know I promised fluff and care, but I'm an idiot who fucks up my chapter orders, so that's actually next chapter. Sorry.

So did this make up for the sucky last chapter?

Oh and since lots of you have been asking about their ages, I see Arthur in the 18-19 area, and Alfred as about 22 or so?

Guest who talked about the Omega-heat and feeling bad- I know, right?! I mean that would suck!

Also! I updated the summary!