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Axis Powers Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
On any other day he would have woken up cold, shivering, whimpering for the warmth of his down comforter and squinting against the brutal morning light. But today was not any other day. Instead, Arthur awoke with a damp forehead and a clammy neck, the roots of his hair soaked with sweat. He was anything but cold, rather, extremely warm and uncomfortable. Arthur squirmed around somewhat in a bed that he realized did not feel like his own.
It took less than a second to remember where exactly he was, however. How could he not when his body wouldn't let him forget? Alpha pheromones raged all around him, no matter where he turned or what he stuffed his face into, it was utterly impossible to escape them. Arthur made a quiet sound, wincing at the sticky mess he felt between his legs and probably all over his pants- he was now in full blown heat. That had been the last decent night's sleep he'd get for at least a week.
The Briton it his lip hard and tried to lay still. Maybe he could just fall back to sleep? Five minutes passed with nothing but the sound of deep breathing and the occasional chirp of an early morning bird leaving its nest. And he was still awake. Arthur couldn't fall back to sleep if his life depended on it, not when Alfred was sprawled out next to him in nothing but sweatpants. He couldn't even think, and now he didn't even have the alcohol to blame this problem on.
He silently wished Alfred would wake and pick up where he'd left off the night before. He was hungry for sex, and damn it all if he wasn't going to give it to him. The opportunity was perfect and had now presented itself twice in the past twelve hours.
But should he wake Alfred up himself? Arthur wasn't sure how well that would go down. He might get angry. He might be grumpy in the morning? Or perhaps he would be perfectly fine and Arthur was, once again, over-thinking things. He really needed to get out of that habit.
Deciding against doing so, Arthur tried to ignore his tremendous need, the hot, throbbing need beneath the sheet that covered his body. It wasn't like he could just get dressed and walk home, or even take a cab. First of all, Arthur had no idea in which part of town Alfred's apartment was located, and, secondly, he definitely couldn't drive, walk, or take a cab in his current state. That was out of the question entirely.
But it hurt. Arthur could barely stand it anymore. He rolled over so his back would face the other. Hesitantly he slid a hand down under the waist band on his jeans (that he'd slept in! Arthur would have been appalled if not for his current situation) and ignored the slimy feeling of slick to palm himself, desperately seeking some kind of relief. Arthur stuffed his reddening face into the pillow he'd slept on, biting down on the pillowcase to keep in the sounds he knew he'd make eventually. It was torture. But it was relief. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and poked at his entrance, grimacing at the sensation of slick leaking passed his index finger, gasping and letting out a shaky breath, hoping this would be over quickly.
"Starting without me?"
The voice from behind him all but gave Arthur a heart attack. He withdrew his hand, removing it faster than he'd ever moved any part of his body in his life. Suddenly, there were lips on his shoulder and he forgot how to breathe.
An arm snaked over his side and Alfred was very close, the skin of his chest grazing the Omega's bare back. Arthur let out a violent shiver. "I believe that's my job, Art..." Alfred murmured, grinning against the other's ear.
Arthur jumped as his ear was suddenly blown into, biting his lip when a hot tongue slid along the outside. "Hah- ehm- good morning..."
"Mornin'..." came the quick response. Alfred's arm shifted and his hand inched lower beneath the sheet they both lay under, stopping between the Omega's damp thighs, stroking them through their denim barrier.
Arthur choked into the pillow he lay against, lying still as the Alpha crept closer. He glanced down at the other's hand- since when had he unbuttoned his jeans? Fuck, he was smooth. "Aaah!" he gasped, but it was quiet. The hand on his legs, it was making the Omega want nothing more than to spread them and get on with it. But something about this foreplay was so sinfully good it was almost painful. The Alpha's hand moved higher and tugged down his pants to get right to it, and it took all of Arthur's will to not start rocking into it. It was warm and it was touching him where he needed it. Arthur eyes rolled back and he began panting a little, still hot. It was a few more moments of this when Alfred had presumably had enough and pulled Arthur's pants off entirely, leaving him bare (again, save for his argyle socks, but Alfred wasn't inclined to making a comment about them now, too fired up) underneath the white sheet. Neither could easily see what was going on but both could be sure they felt it.
A warm finger prodded at the Omega's entrance, smearing slick about the area to ease the process, even though an Omega's body was especially prepared during heat. However, Alfred didn't go farther at that moment, instead opting to tease him with just one finger and suck a few marks into Arthur's neck.
"Mmh..." Alfred gave a wanton noise muffled by the other's neck as he nibbled on the skin there. "I just can't get enough of you..." he whispered, sucking a new mark under Arthur's jaw bone.
The Omega's eyes widened considerably, the unbelievable sensations amplified thanks to his sobriety. He registered every little touch, shifting when fingers crept between his thighs and penetrated his unexpecting body. He couldn't help but lean back into the other, relishing in the more than welcomed presence of the Alpha. "H-How savage of you..."
Alfred's eyes glimmered, tinged with amusement at Arthur's comment. "Heh, all Alpha, as I've been told..." he said lowly, selecting a new spot on the other's neck to mark. He barely knew this Omega, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he devoured him wholeheartedly, marking him up possessively , too high on heat pheromones to stop. Alfred's eyes closed and he pressed closer still, moaning into Arthur's skin as his now very clear arousal pressed against the other's body. He was so addictive and Alfred hadn't even known him for twenty four hours. First off, Arthur was really quite attractive, with the stark, eye-catching contrast of his ivory complexion and verdant eyes and his lean, slender body, perfect for his type. Not that Arthur was the typical Omega- he was quite feisty. And if his accent wasn't the icing on the cake, Alfred didn't know what was.
Arthur let the other devour his neck and soon found himself pulling the Alpha as close as possible, finally turning onto his back and wrapping his arms the other's neck. He pulled him into a real kiss, which Alfred happily obliged as he slipped in a third finger. When had the second one come? No matter, Arthur was currently adjusting to the third one, which took his thoughts away from the previous question. He didn't care. He was also thankful for the part of his heat that made him so pliable (not the slick part); the stretching did not hurt much at all, and while it still felt slightly uncomfortable, Arthur found he was enjoying it. If his fingers felt like this, he found himself wondering, what pleasure would come with the other buried inside him? The Omega gave a small shudder at the thought and the anticipation wracking his limbs and churning his stomach.
Alfred shifted so he kneeled over the Omega and removed his fingers after few moments, not too worried about preparing the other. He was in heat, after all. "I can smell the answer to this question, but I'll ask you anyway... just to be sure. Is this your first real time?"
Oh god, what on earth was the Alpha smelling that could tell him such a thing? Arthur would never know. He was not programmed to pick up on that kind of thing. But he supposed he had to answer honestly, because knowing how strong the scent cues were between Alphas and Omegas, Alfred would be able to tell if he lied. Not that he had any reason to lie. "Yeah..." Arthur said dully, eyes drifting off to the side and then to the other's lower half as he removed his sweatpants and boxers. Alfred really did have a nice physique. Aside from the killer upper body, he did have a lean waist (with the slightest lovehandles, how charming!), a toned abdomen, and hard legs. Speaking of hard, Alfred was using the slick still on his fingers to ready himself.
"Alright, we'll take it a little easier-"
Arthur snorted. "Not too easy there, I want to know I'm being fucked," he mumbled into Alfred's neck as the Alpha lowered himself to grind their hips together. He grabbed the other's hair and gave an instinctual tug. "Matter of fact, be as rough as you want- toys simply don't cut it after so many years," he added bitterly.
Alfred, a bit surprised but all the more pleased, murmured a confirmation into Arthur's neck . "Oh man, even when you talk you turn me on. I'll be more than happy to fuck the tea and scones outta you."
"Creat-t-tive..." Arthur began, tripping on the second syllable as he was penetrated. There was no point in sugar-coating things- it hurt like hell. It felt as if he was being torn in half, for Alfred was far larger than any plaything he possessed. "Mnnh..." His arms straightened and his fingers dug roughly into the bottom sheets beneath them both as he scrambled for purchase, back arching, body taut and stiff as he adjusted to the newness of it all. And adjust he did. Rather quickly, thanks to his heat. Arthur didn't realize he was panting until he registered the lips on his heaving chest. He shivered as a tongue ghosted over his right nipple. "Oh god..."
"Just Alfred is fine," he heard from above. Arthur reached up through the burning pain as it slowly ebbed away and smacked Alfred's face, or he tried to, but the man was diving in for a kiss, a hungry one, as if the intense pleasurable sensations had awakened a strong carnal desire and instinct.
Alpha and Omega interaction was the deepest kind of bond. Everything fit together perfectly, everything felt right, felt amazing, and Arthur felt like he could have just let his instincts take over for him and it would still work out fine. He couldn't pinpoint exactly when the pain in his lower half had stopped. What he did know was that the other's solid body was grinding into his own mercilessly, pressing his slender frame into the mattress. Alfred braced his hands on the bed on either side of the other's body and buried his face in Arthur's neck as he rocked forward, sliding farther inside, busying his lips against the other's skin. A wet, squelching sound came from between their sticky bodies and Alfred loosed a moan, imagining the copious amounts of slick leaking from the other even while connected with an Alpha.
All the Omega could do was pant and writhe and try to breathe. His legs had locked around the other's hips, another thing he didn't exactly remember doing voluntarily. Arthur gazed unseeingly up at the ceiling as the other penetrated him further. In a rush of, well, something, his body told him to make the job easier, to open up wider and he tried, arching again and letting out a rather embarrassing whimper. Alfred didn't seemed phased, continuing to rock slowly into him, switching to the other side of his neck. Arthur's eyes squeezed shut tight and he let his arms wrap around the other's neck, clinging to his source of unbelievable pleasure and connection. They were so compatible it was disgusting.
He wanted to forget everything. Let himself have what he craved, just this once. A small escape wasn't too much to ask for, was it?
Arthur spilled his satisfaction some time later, how many minutes or hours he had no way of knowing, and heaved a wanton sound as the Alpha pounded into him a few more times before he finished as well, knotting heavily inside him. Arthur had forgotten about this part but wasn't about to complain, sobbing still from the intense sensations wracking his body. He didn't move, still latched onto Alfred as the other shifted so as to accommodate the forming knot. He was so full.
"Hey, shhh... stay still and relax..." Alfred whispered in Arthur's ear as the other's hips squirmed around beneath him. "You'll only... cramp up if you move around..." Alfred shivered as he emptied himself, but groaned in satisfaction against Arthur's shoulder, completely sated. He could tell Arthur was intensely sated as well, he could smell it on him miles away. After fulfilling heat sex, an Omega produced the most wonderfully-smelling pheromones. Arthur might have been a stubborn Omega but he still smelled like the best of them.
The knot had released a little bit later and Alfred pulled out of him with another sated groan, collapsing on the bed next to him. It was only then as semen and slick dripped thickly out of him did Arthur's eyes snap open and sit bolt upright. Everything came crashing into him at once.
He was an Omega, Alfred was an Alpha. Sex. In heat. Knotting. That could only lead to two things.
Oh no.
Arthur was up and off the bed in a shot, scrambling to do up his pants and find his jacket. He shivered and his eyes widened fearfully, frantically tugged at his jacket sleeves to get them on. This couldn't be happening.
Arthur jumped sky high when two hands touched his shoulders and pulled him back somewhat. "Wh-What's going on?" Came Alfred's voice from just behind him, breath rustling messy blonde hair. "Where are you going?"
Where was he going? Arthur couldn't think straight. It was common knowledge that panicking was the absolute worst thing one could do in a bad situation, but Arthur thought common knowledge could make an exception for him. He could very well be pregnant, or on his way to being as they stood there, and there was no way to stop it. Sure, male Omegas had less of a chance of being impregnated than female Omegas, but there was that chance. What if he was? Oh, what had he done? Arthur couldn't breathe. He felt his stomach sink to the ground and twist up tightly. That wretched alcohol and those wretched pheromones. (Which, by the way, still tormented him, but after such great satisfaction an Omega in heat was allowed by his body some short time of sated rest before starting up again, hungry for sexual stimulation.) If only he hadn't drank...
But there was no point in dwelling on what could have been, because now there could be a serious problem. Arthur's chest heaved in panic. "I-I..."
"... what?"
Arthur was silent for a spell. He said nothing but gazed at the opposite wall fearfully, nervously. Frustration and grief was evident in his eyes.
Alfred could be heard sighing in front of him. "Well, alright... since you're not answering, I guess I'll just bring you- oh..."
"Bloody hell, you're slow..." was the first thing that slipped from his lips, which remained a bit redder from the previous night's and earlier this morning's activities. His skin, still littered with marks from the other, was cold now. (Being cold was typical of an Omega, who was typically pretty skinny and on the short side.)
"Shit..." Alfred replied intelligently.
"I need... I need to go." It was when Arthur turned to run to the door and exit the apartment did Alfred reach out and pull him back in. He might have been a bit slow to realize what Arthur was freaking out about, but now that he was up and thinking on his feet (something he was generally better at), he could start thinking of a way to solve this.
"You're not goin' anywhere alone, at least not until your heat's over. You aren't even supposed to be outside your house during heat..." Alfred glanced around the room for a moment before looking back at Arthur's gaze. "It's best if you get home- I'll bring you."
Arthur's expression rearranged to form one of astonishment and outrage. "What?! What about... I need to find a doctor, imbecile!"
Alfred paid no mind to Arthur's fussing. "Are you even thinkin'? If I remember anything at all from health in high school it's that an Omega's heat drives them crazy. D'you really think you'll be able to do anything productive even if ya found one?" The American let out a sigh and released Arthur's arm, hoping he was calm enough to see reason. Normally, Alfred didn't do much deep thinking on behalf of others, but this was a little different. And even if he barely knew Arthur, he felt almost required to soothe his worries. Perhaps it was a different brand of instinct? "You gotta get home, I'll take you. Please, lemme help you." Alfred had no idea why he felt so inclined to help the poor guys, but he wasn't going to argue with feelings that strong.
After a few more minutes of convincing and calm words Alfred was able to get Arthur into his car and strapped safely into the passenger seat. It was a nightmare driving with the concentration of pheromones trapped inside the small space the car had to offer between them, but Alfred pulled through. Miraculously.
Arthur was unbelievably grateful to finally be home. His eyes watered, which was probably because of his chaotic pheromones and hormones, and he moaned into the cold pillow at the head of his bed. Yes, he'd probably be washing every piece of his bed dressing when his heat was over, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He was home and he could cry and whimper and scream and go insane in peace. If that made any sense.
After any number of minutes Arthur turned onto his back and gazed blankly up at the ceiling. There was nothing he could do until his heat was through with him, Alfred was right. Arthur knew that a few days wouldn't mean much for a pregnancy, but it was still a hard thing to swallow. The Briton never liked to admit something like this even to himself, but he was rather scared.
The gray light of the morning leaked through the drawn curtains and splayed over the opposite wall. All that, and it wasn't even noon yet. The thought alone had Arthur feeling exhausted. But it was only so long until his body began to nag at him again, itching and burning and writhing and panting. Arthur groaned quietly. Why did life hate him?
Vaguely he wondered about his friends. Damn them, damn them all for having dragged him along with them. Hmph. Had they even called yet? He had been gone for a while with no word. Arthur sat up and peered over at his cell phone, sitting forgotten on his bedside table. It remained silent and dark, devoid of messages. Huh.
Arthur had been about to turn back over and get whatever sleep he could when his eyes caught something yellow. Impressive brows knitted, he reached over and snatched it off the table- a note? Curiously, his fingers straightened it out.
'Ifyou need anything...' it read, and there was a number scrawled sloppily underneath. Was that a four, or...?
Arthur could only think of one person who could have left the note there. The only person who'd been in his house in the past month. He'd helped him back up to his apartment, boldly insisting that he walk him all the way to the door. "Damn... Alfred..."