The next day, Matthew found himself sitting on the edge of Alfred's bed, silently sipping at a soda in a sort of daze as he watched the Omega literally throw clothing out of his closet and all over his already messy room as he looked for something he deemed suitable for the Alpha to wear to school Monday. As a pair of boxers with little winged pigs decorating it was flung across the room, not for the first time, the Canadian wondered if he was crazy for going along with any of this.

The idea of an Omega teaching an Alpha how to act was just insane... though, as Al tossed a pair of jeans carelessly to the side, knocking over a stack of video games and movies he had left out, only to have him show no concerned at all about the new mess he had just made, Matthew had to admit that the Omega really was about as Alpha like as one could get... Plus it was hard not to be swept away by Al's charisma and confidence, which was probably why he found himself going along with whatever the other teen came up with, and was certainly why he was even back at the Omega's house with a duffel bag containing his pajamas, as well as his 'best outfits', something that Alfred had insisted that he bring with him only to then dubbed horrible upon first sight.

'As if he had any right to judge my fashion sense.' Matt couldn't help but think as he eyed a tacky Superman shirt that was currently hanging on the desk light.

Hearing Al let out a sound of triumph, the light blond Alpha turned his attention back to the slightly smaller man, to see what the omega had come up with after digging through all of his drawers and closest, and completely trashing his room in the process of 'finding the perfect outfit.' Matt was not impress when all he held up was a black t-shirt decorated with skulls. Why would an Omega even own a shirt like that in the first place?

Moving his gaze away from the shirt, he looked back to the Omega and raised a single eyebrow in question. "Really? After all of that, this is what you come up with?" Matthew said in a deadpan tone, clearly not impressed.

Alfred rolled his eyes, an action that seemed to be quickly becoming common place with the Omega. "Trust me. This'll do. Like I said yesterday, it don't gotta be anything fancy. " The teenager said as he weaved his way through the clutter on his floor and handed Matt the shirt. "Go ahead, try it on." Al urged, and Matthew blinked at him before taking the offered clothing.

"I'm starting to think you're just looking for an excuse to see me strip." The Alpha commented sarcastically, catching Al off guard. Giving him a wide eye look of shock that was almost enough to make Matthew apologize for saying something so crude to an Omega, Alfred laughed and flashed the Canadian a wide grin.

"Ha! Yeah! That must be the reason.~" Al chuckled and winked playfully at Matt, earning himself a slight blush for his effort. While the remake had caught Alfred off guard, it wasn't because he was bothered by such comments, (hell, he said a lot worse then that), it was just that, from what he had seen the past few days, it seem like such an ... un-Matt-like thing to say. It was good too see that the nervous Alpha had some sort of sense of humor.

Having already been shirtless in front of the other, the hesitance from yesterday wasn't there, and Matthew took off his trade mark hoodie without farther complaint. Tossing it aside, Matt then attempted to put on the shirt Al had handed him, but it appeared that the fact that Alfred was rather big for an Omega didn't matter. The skull shirt was simply too small, bunching up under Matt's arms a little and showing off his stomach like some of the Omegas did at school, which Al typically liked, but once again, it certainly wasn't the look they were going for.

"... I don't think this shirt is going to work for me." Matt mumbled, and Al agreed.

As Matthew struggled to get out of the too tight shirt, Alfred went back to sorting through his stuff, hoping to find something that would both fit and look cool on the Alpha, but his (questionable, in Matthew's opinion) fashion show was interrupted when Mrs. Jones called up from down stairs.

Rolling his eyes, (Matt guessed that expression wasn't solo reserved for him,) Al opened his bedroom door and yelled down (in what was certainly not an inside voice) to see what she wanted. The exchange went on between the two for only a minute before Alfred caved in at the mention of sweets and agreed to do what she wanted. "Apparently my mother is under the impression that we, like, have to be stuffing food down your throat, or we ain't being 'good hosts,' or something. Go ahead and try this on. I'll be right back." He said and tossed Matt a white, sleeveless, wife beater before heading out of the room.

Hearing Alfred nosily make his way down the steps, probably two at a time, the Alpha shook his head slowly at the the other's actions. That Omega really was something, that was for sure... even if Matt wasn't exactly sure what that 'something' was.

Looking back to the wife-beater, Matthew sighed but did as he was told.

Pulling the soft, cotton shirt down so that it fully covered his mid-drift, the Alpha ran his hands along his sides, and frowned a little at how small it felt in comparison to his sweat shirt. The lack of sleeves and heavy folds of material also made him feel kind of, well...exposed.

Matt's contemplations were interrupted only a second later by an unexpected 'wolf whistle', and the Alpha looked up to see that Alfred had returned... with an already half eaten plate of brownies. How on earth did he not notice someone as noisy as Alfred return was beyond him, but he didn't dwell on the the unimportant thought long, pushing it aside as the plate of goodies was shoved into his hands as the Omega looked him over again. "Looking good! I knew it'd suit ya."

"Eh, thanks?" Matt said automatically, unsure if his 'thanks' was for the compliment, or for the brownies.

Knowing that he would feel awkward eating while Al was staring at him so intently, the Alpha set the plate on the dresser for later. "It's kind of... tight, though, isn't it?" He asked lightly and glance away.

Al shrugged and pinched Matt's side roughly, causing the man to yip and jump away before looking back with a small glare. The pinching had been something Alfred had started doing yesterday, whenever he noticed the Alpha turning away submissively or refusing to look him in the eyes. He said it was in hope of discouraging such actions. Whatever the reason, it was annoying.

"Yeah, I guess. A little. You are a bit bigger then me, so, you know. But it really does look good. I mean, it's not, like, skin tight or nothin', but it definitely shows off your form." Al commented, then snorted at the look of uncertainty on Matthew's face. "Come on! It's just a sleeveless shirt! It's not like it's indecent, or somethin'!" Al said in exasperation and threw his hands up in defeat when the Canadian didn't look any more convinced about wearing the shirt then before.

Stomping back over to his closest, over dramatically, Alfred then grabbed a large, button up, red flannel shirt and tossed it to him. "Here. Put this on but don't button it up. Just let it hang open." Al ordered and Matt obeyed.

Stepping forward to roll up the sleeves to Matt's elbows, the shorter teen backed off to admire his work and gave a small nod of approval at what he saw. "Better?" He asked the Alpha and nodded towards the mirror on the inside of his closet door, which Matthew noted was decorated with with random photos of Al with various Omegas.

Ignoring the pictures, Matthew looked at his own reflection. The flannel did help to make him feel a lot more at ease, but at the same time, with how it hung open, it didn't hide his body like his sweat shirts did. His forearms were bare, and depending on how he moved, the unbutton shirt would flare aside enough to show that he had a lean, firm torso, and the cut of the wife beater showed just a hint of his strong, if slightly narrow, shoulders and chest. All in all, it really didn't look half bad... kind of lumber Jack-ish, but hey... he supposed you didn't get much more Alpha then those guys.

"Well?" Alfred urged, and Matthew remembered that the omega had asked for his opinion.

"Oh! Um, well... it's..." Matt started, pausing to straighten his glasses and look himself over once more in the mirror. "It's not bad. Not bad at all." He decided, and Alfred grinned widely in return, pleased with his progress thus far. It was a good start.

"Okay. Good." Alfred's grin quickly grew wicked again, and Matthew felt a flash of unease fill him. "Now take off your pants." The Omega commanded.

"Eh?!"

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Hi there! Thanks for the reviews and favorites. :) I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the story thus far. While I (obviously, since I'm writing this) like the Omegaverse, I've noticed that a lot of them follow the same patterns, so I've been trying to switch things up a little in my story by using a less common pairing, switching around which characters get to be Alpha/Beta/Omega, and throwing in a few original ideas for this universe. Hopefully I will be able to keep the original feel of the Omegaverse that so many people seem to like, while being a little bit unique about it.

Also, as some of you've noticed, I was already posting this on ao3, but since I have also have an fanfiction account, I figured I might as well stick it up for the guys here to read as well.