"Alright. Let's get started!" Alfred said, circling Matthew in a disturbingly predatory kind of way that made Matt feel bad for all the Omegas who had to deal with such looks from Alphas on a daily bases, and made him wish that he had reconsidered Al's invitation to come by his house after school. Well, actually, reconsider his reconsideration, since he had turned down the invitation at first, claiming that it was too short of notice to show up for dinner at someone's house that he hardly even knew, but Alfred had just dragged him along after him, claiming that his mother wouldn't care in the least, though based on his tone, the Canadian had a feeling it was more that Al just didn't care if his mother cared.
It turned out that Alfred only lived a few blocks away from him, a fact that neither had known, (though, considering that Al hadn't even known his name until he had asked on their way over, that wasn't too surprising,) and luckily Mrs. Jones was fine with a surprise guest, though the look of shock on the poor woman's face when she had caught Matthew's scent as she went to greet him and had realized that her son had brought home an Alpha for a change was priceless. Stuttering, Matt had attempted to properly greet her in return, but Al had quickly bullied him up the stairs, pushing and shoving him away before he could even really say a proper 'hello' to the older Omega.
Being in what Matthew could only assume was a state of shock, judging by the look on her face, Al's mother had almost forgot to yell up after them, telling her Omega son to keep the door open, like any proper parent would. Out of teenage spite, Alfred had shut it behind him anyway, muttering something about being insulted that she thought he would lower himself to sleeping with a lowly Alpha. Once again, Matt kind of felt insulted.
When Alfred finally stopped his circling and stood before him, Matt focused back on the present, biting his lip and silently watching as Al crossed his arms over a chest that really was much to broad for an Omega, and the Alpha couldn't help but swallow at the wicked grin that followed. "Strip." He ordered and Matthew gawked in reply. Was that why he had shut the door? When Alfred had said he was going to make an Alpha out of him, surely he didn't mean...
Face flushing red and mouth opening and closing like a fish out water, Matthew blinked in shocked confusion. "Eh?! W-wha?" Eyes wide, the Alpha finally managed to squeak out, fidgeting uncomfortably as he did so.
"I mean, take off your shirt." Alfred repeated bluntly, grin stretching a little too wide to be clueless about what his statement had sounded like. "If you want my help, I gotta see what I have to work with, 'cause, like it or not, as far as Alphas are concerned, the stronger, the better. So building up your physique seems like the most obvious place to start. You know, figure out what area you need to work on the most and stuff."
"O-oh." Matthew stuttered, a small part of him unable to not be disappointed.
"Come on. How bad can it be? I won't laugh. Promise." Alfred grinned boldly, the Omega seeming more easy going about the idea of an Alpha stripping in front of him then Matt did about stripping in front of the Omega. Ego already injured, Matt couldn't bring himself to back down from the unspoken challenge, and biting his lip, nodded his agreement. He could do this. After all, it was just a shirt and Omegas saw Alphas without their shirts on all the time at the beach and such, so it really wasn't that big of a deal...
Reaching down to grab the hem of of his large, red, hooded sweat shirt, the Alpha took one last breath to gather his nerves before pulling it over his head in one swift motion, then tossed it over onto Alfred's bed.
There was a long moment of silence as Alfred looked the other over before he let out a low whistle. "Whoa! Not half bad, Mattie. Not bad at all." Al exclaimed in approval, brows raised in surprise. A fairly lean body with a nice hint of muscles hidden under that baggy shirt wasn't what he had been expecting. "I seriously don't see why you're so freakin' timid with a body like that!" The omega commented, reaching out to poke Matt's stomach, and causing the teen to jerk away, muscles jumping at the light touch. "You play a sport or somethin'?" He asked as he absently noted that Matthew was ticklish, a small smile forming at the knowledge.
"Ah, yeah." Matthew answered as he reached up to fiddle with his glasses, his blush deepening and spreading all the way to his ears and down his chest, but the Canadian was unable to help but be pleased at being complemented and admired by an Omega... even if said Omega was about as Alpha as you could get. "Hockey. I play hockey."
"Oh really? Huh." Alfred said, learning something new about the other. Since he, being an Omega, wasn't allowed to join a sport (at least not anything he was interested in doing), he didn't bother keeping track of or routing for any of the school's teams, but he figured he might have to stop by to watch Matt practice sometime once the season started, just to see how the Alpha acted on the ice, compared to normal, since hockey wasn't exactly a passive sport. "Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up." He told the alpha and went over to sit on his bed, kicking his feet against the side of mattress as he tried to think of what to do next, since he had expected conditioning to take at least a month or two before showing even a little bit result.
"So, you got the body, -" Alfred started but paused to wave off a mumbled, embarrassed thanks from Matthew. " - and that's like, half the fight right there. So to speak. Just having muscles will keep most Alphas off your back, just 'cause they don't want to risk loosing a fight and looking bad if they can help it." The sandy blonde pointed out, then the wicked look from earlier return along with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. "Plus, most Omegas love a good body." He grinned before getting serious again.
"But you're always wearing those big baggy shirts and stuff, like you got somethin' to hide." There was a second of consideration before Al spoke again. "We seriously gotta change your look." He stated to Matt and then laughed at the look of dread the other teen gave him. "Don't worry... It don't gotta be anything too drastic. It's fall. Not too cold out yet, right? So, how 'bout a t-shirt to show off your arms. It doesn't have to be tight, just not baggy. You know, just enough to show that you ain't got nothin' to hide."
While Matthew guessed what the Al said made sense, he wasn't too sure he was fond with the idea of changing his look. After all, it wasn't like he wore his sweatshirts because he was ashamed of his body, he just figured if he had to spend the day at school being ignored by everyone, he might away well be comfortable.
"Oh, come on! It's not like I'm telling ya to wear fishnets and leather." Alfred chuckled lightly, trying to ease the other's discomfort. And it apparently worked, because Matt sighed and nodded a second later.
"I guess you're right." Matt agreed, finding it hard to argue with Al's straight forward and confident manner. Besides, what harm could wearing a t-shirt really do? "But I don't think changing my cloths is going to fix my problems. It's not like I've never wore a t-shirt to school before." The Canadian pointed out, but Alfred waved off his skepticism with another snort.
Pulling his legs up to sit cross legged on his bed, Al's eyes unintentionally lingered on the Alphas body, and Matt was unable to help but resume his uncomfortable shuffling at the staring. The motion and the scent of discomfort that followed made the Omega realize that he was staring, and Alfred quickly shook his head to clear it, unable to believe that he had just been staring at an Alpha (even if said Alpha had just enough muscles to be attractive without looking over baring,) and quickly tossed the Canadian's shirt back to him.
"Ah, of course not!" Al replied, quickly getting back on subject. "But it's an easy thing to start with, right? Gotta work on your attitude, build up your confidence, change your mannerisms, and stuff, too. Obviously. Like, I've dated Omegas that didn't lowered their eyes to me as much as you do. I mean, you stare at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the whole fucking world, and that's kinda messed up man." The Omega pointed out, then glanced away with a small frown. "Hell, my mother would be thrilled if I acted even half as submissive as you. It's like you were taught half the dumb shit they try and force me to learn in all of those stupid courses, where they teach you to act like a proper Omega."
Pulling his shirt back on, Matthew unintentionally looked back to the floor, frowning as Alfred pointed out that particular flaw. "I kind of was." The Alpha admitted softly, peaking Al's interest. "I was very shy as a child. Very timid. My whole family though that I would be an Omega, so..." He trailed off with a shrug.
"...I see." Alfred said, and actually meant it. Suddenly he got the guy, since he had pretty much dealt with the exact same thing growing up. Just... a little different. While Matt had been thought an Omega, his parents had expected him to be an Alpha, thus they had encouraged his bold behavior while growing up, only to be suddenly told that everything he knew was wrong when he went into heat for the first time at the age of thirteen, proving him to be, without a doubt, an Omega.
It wasn't really a period of his life he liked to think about, because it only made him feel bitter about not being born an Alpha, like he obviously should have been. "Well, if anyone can teach ya how to be un-omega like, it's me!" Al joked with a grinned, forcing humor into his voice as he pushed old memories aside, more eager to help now that he understood Matthew''s behavior a little bit better.
Despite Alfred's attempt to sound up beat, Matthew still had the nose of an Alpha, and easily picked up on the Omega's brief change of scent, silently noting how Al's normal, somewhat spicy, confident smell suddenly took on a slightly sour odor, making the other teen glance up through his bangs in concern, but the moment passed quickly, and Alfred was once again talking, acting, and smelling, normal. Still, Matt couldn't help but wonder what had caused the scent change, but he figured it was rude to ask, so the Alpha focused on what the other was saying.
"So, first off..." Al paused until he had Matt's full attention on him. "...look me in the eyes when you talk." He told the Alpha, who still had his face was tilted down, towards the floor, submissively. While Alfred kinda thought the expression was cute, it certainly wasn't what they were going for. "Come on! Even you gotta have enough balls to look an Omega in the face." Said Omega taunted, changing techniques and sliding off the bed to walk over and shove the Alpha with both hands, forcing the taller teen to stumble back a step.
So far Alfred had been being nice, but considering how Matthew was still looking down at the ground like Al might smack him at any second, (which, considering his temper, was a possibility,) it was becoming obviously that 'nice' wasn't working. Maybe the best way to go about this was to trigger the Alpha's basic instincts... or somethin'. "Are you seriously so big of a wimp that you can't even look at me? Are ya really gonna let an Omega bully ya, just like the rest of the school?" He snorted and gave the Alpha another hard shove. "What? Are you gonna piss yourself, you wussie ass, sniveling, poor excuse of a-" The Omega continued to taunt, pushing Matthew with each insult, until the Alpha finally snapped and shoved him away with a snarl.
"Cut it out!" Matt growled, frustrated, flustered, and angry at the treatment and sudden string of insults thrown at him, by an Omega of all people. The heavy scent of a pissed off alpha then filled the air and, surprisingly, caused the Omega to jump back, startled. For a moment, Al's breath caught in his throat and he froze, unable to stop the natural responds to such a smell. His own scent changed to fear and submission for a split second, but the Omega quickly caught himself, and forced himself to calm down.
Though Alfred would never admit to his own momentary lapse of fear, Matthew didn't miss the scent change, and the Alpha felt a wave of guilt flood over him, unable to believe that he would shout at someone that was trying to help him like that. At an Omega, none the less! "Oh my god! I am so sorry!" He gushed, and Alfred blinked before rolling his eyes once more and doing a face palm.
"I can see that we have a lot of work ahead of us." Alfred sighed as Matt's personality switched quickly back to normal, and looked at the Canadian who simply shrugged and muttered 'sorry' once more in reply.
Had to edit one sentence slightly for new future plot reasons I just thought up, but it shouldn't change the feel of this chapter, or the story thus far.