Whatever had spooked the Omega at the pizza place had quickly been forgotten in favor of shopping and food at the local mall, upon Alfred realizing that Matthew had his parent's credit card at his disposal. With Al wasting no time to take advantage of that fact, the Canadian soon had several new, 'Al approved,' outfits, as well as matching accessories, even though Matt was pretty sure that that wasn't what his mother had in mind when she had given him permission to use it.

Stuck carrying more and more bags as Al dragged him from store to store, (shopping apparently being one of the few omega stereotypes Alfred actually did,) the two teens finished up their outing with ice cream, just as Matthew had promised.

"A large chocolate cone with sprinkles, right?" Matt checked as he handed the treat over to the other teenager. "Don't eat it to fast." He then warned when Alfred immediately took a large bite out of it.

Sitting at a table set off to the side at the food court, Matthew watched as the Omega devour his cone with the same speed that he had eaten everything else that day, and the Alpha couldn't help but chuckle at Al's wince, caused by the ice cream head ache that had soon followed. He didn't feel too bad about laughing, considering that he had already warned the other not too eat it too quickly.

Unable to help his curiosity about the Omega's appetite, though, Matt had glanced down at his own ice cream. "You seem really hungry today." He commented as he absently stirred the toppings of his banana split together.

"Just that time of year." Alfred answered bluntly, with the meaning of, 'that time of the year,' not needing to be asked.

Everyone knew that Fall was 'that time of the year.' The time of year when Omegas went into heat... but to have it confirmed... Matthew quickly took another bite of his own cold treat, suddenly feeling the need to cool off, and attempted to think about anything other then that as he ate.

With school in the morning, and the mall closing soon, they finished off their ice cream and quickly left to catch the bus, with Matthew subconsciously placing himself between the Omega and any other Alpha that happened to pass by, (Alfred had noticed, but not wanting to deal with random Alphas sniffing around, had decided not to say anything for convenience sake,) until they were safely in front of Al's house. Waving goodbye, Matt stayed at the front gate, waiting for the other to get inside, before finally leaving and walking the remaining few blocks home.

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The rest of the week had passed by surprisingly uneventfully, with no one seeming to catch on to Alfred's scheme, as the Omega dressed him, coached him, and basically told him exactly how to act around his fellow Alphas, all while spreading positive rumors about him among the Omegas and Betas.

And it was working!

Already the whole student body seemed to be responding to Matthew differently. Other Alpha's joked with him instead of making him into the joke, Omegas and Betas found him interesting enough that they would randomly stop to chat with him in the halls between classes, and even the teachers seemed to be treating him with a little more respect.

Alfred had some how done the impossible, and this was still just the start... and yet, Matt wasn't even able to appreciate the change, because all he could focus on was Alfred's comments at the mall, and his slowly changing scent, that even his cologne couldn't hide fully.

It was a relief when the weekend came, this time not because Matthew needed the break from bullying, but just because he had to get away from the sweet, nagging smell that played cruelly with his senses. While he really did enjoy hanging out with the Omega, it was just too much for a teenage Alpha to deal with.

Thankfully, (though somewhat disappointing,) Matt didn't hear from Alfred over the weekend, and come Monday, the Omega wasn't at school either. It didn't take a genius to figure out the likely reason that the other teen was missing school, considering the pretty obvious clues provided the previous week, but the small break away from his friend had helped Matthew to calm down enough to think logically once more, and logic dictated that they still didn't know each other well enough for him to concern himself with the other's private affairs. Alfred's heat was his own business, not Matt's.

With hockey try outs coming up soon, Matthew figured he might as well use his time away from the Omega to tune up his skills, and had decided to head over to the skate park Monday afternoon, once school was out. While rollerblading, the Canadian had practiced his slap shots repeatedly, hitting the orange ball into an over turned bucket, until a group of Alphas from school, all previous members of the hockey team, showed up while he was alone, and had unexpectedly approached him.

Remembering the lessons Alfred had drilled into him, had Matt forced himself to keep eye contact rather then slump away in retreat, or look down in submission, and instead of taunting him like he had expected them to, he was invited to join their small group.

It had been easy to get caught up in a game of street hockey, and the time had passed quickly. Before he knew it, it was dark and he needed to head home. Never before had Matt actually enjoyed spending time with other Alphas, so after adding a few more names and numbers into his 'far to short' contact list, the Canadian bid them farewell, as they wished him good luck at the up coming try outs. Matthew couldn't help but smile.

Heading back home in a good mood, with his hockey stick propped over his shoulder and his rollerblades hanging from it, the young Alpha pulled out his phone again when it buzz, signaling a new text message. He was a little surprised to see that it was from Alfred, considering the state that the poor Omega was likely in at the moment.

Opening the message, the Alpha stopped mid stride at what it said.

'MEET ME AT MY PLACE NOW! GO AROUND BACK BECAUSE MOM WONT LET YOU IN FRONT DOOR.' Typically Matt would have replied back with some comment about him typing in all caps, but all the Alpha could do was stare wide eyed at his phone and swallow.

Obviously he couldn't go. Al was in heat and not in his right mind. As a friend, he morally owed it to the Omega to stay as far away from his place as possible... but instead, the Alpha found himself back tracking, towards where Alfred lived.

Matthew couldn't believe that Alfred was seriously asking him to come over. Memories of last week, the part of their conversation he had basically forced himself to forget, came flooding back to him in a rush.

Is this what Al had had in mind when he had mentioned that his status around his classmates would go up if he smelt like he had 'slept' with an Omega? Did Alfred know about his upcoming heat and had actually planned to call him over? Granted, Al did kind of have a record of sleeping around, but that was with other Omegas, right? And it was hard to believe that a renown 'Alpha hater' would on purposely plan such a thing... and yet, all of his actions up to this point, including the most recent text message, pointed towards that the fact that, yes, that was exactly what was happening. But it couldn't be. Could it?

Feeling like an immoral cad sneaking around in the shadows, Matt ditched his things behind a bush and stealthily made his way into Alfred's neighbor's yard, heading to the back so that he could jump the fence into the other yard without being noticed. Looking up at the lit window on the second floor that he knew to be Alfred's room, Matthew paced back and forth a few time, silently debating with himself as instinct and logic battled it out within his head.

His choice was taken away, however, when the window from above was suddenly opened, and Matt smelt Al before he had even seen him. It was the most delicious scent he had ever smelt, and the teenage Alpha felt his pants grow tighter. Swallowing once more, he HAD to look up towards it's source.

There, leaning out of his window, was Alfred, and even in the dim light, he could see the tale tell blush and the moist bead of sweat dampening his skin, signaling his current state. The young Omega was wearing a large white t-shirt that hung loosely even on his somewhat broad frame, and Matt couldn't help but wonder if, by chance, that was the only thing Al had on...

"I almost didn't see ya down there." Alfred said, keeping his voice low so that his mother wouldn't notice.

Matt heard him easily enough, though, since every sense in his body felt like it was on high alert at the moment.

"Ya remember... Remember how I said, 'Showing up to school, smelling like ya got laid, would really score you some big points on the popularity scale?' And how I then told you that, that, 'I'd take care of it for you?'" The Omega asked, stuttering slightly as Matthew's own scent, thick, musky, and quickly filling with arousal, finally hit him, causing Al to suddenly find it much more difficult to speak coherently.

The Alpha licked his lips at the question. How could he not remember? "I... I seem to remember something of the sort." Matt replied, trying to keep an even tone as his fist clench at his side while his heart sped up.

"Well... I did."

"I..." Matthew began, not sure what he wanted to say, but then his distracted brain realized that Alfred had spoken in past tense. "Did?" He repeated a bit dumbly, and Al grinned before nodding.

Pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion, the sight left the Alpha breathless. Sure, Alfred had muscles instead of the soft belly and sides normally expected of an Omega, but it was hard not to admire the perfect body Al worked so hard to sculpt, especially when it was slick and shiny with sweat.

The shirt was soon tossed out the window, and Matt caught it without thinking, only to have the soaked in scent hit him fully. It smelt of roses and the thick, heavy aroma of an Omega in heat. The smell was heady, and for a second, all Matthew could do was stand there, hands clenching the clothing, and breath heavily through his nose. "This... this is what you called me out here for?" The Canadian finally managed to speak with a little bit of effort.

Alfred nodded again in reply before explaining. "Did, didn't take my suppressants right away, so that my scent would be REAL strong, when I jacked off while wearing it." He said, sounding way too casually for the topic at hand, and Matthew's already hard dick suddenly became painful. "P-put on some of, some of mom's perfume, so that no one at school should recognize my scent, but... but yeah, you wear that to bed and tomorrow, the smell will catch quite a few Alpha's attention, and just watch the Omega's flock right to you." Alfred laughed. "Nothing makes them want an Alpha more then knowing someone else thought that there was something about him, that was worth them being with him."

Matthew wasn't sure what Al found funny enough to laugh about, but there was an extended silence before he could speak again. "You... asked me to come here just to give me this?" He asked for confirmation again, in a deadpan tone.

"Heh... yeah. Why did you think I called you over?" Alfred asked, the sly smile on his face making it clear that he knew exactly what Matt had been thinking when he had gotten his message.

The Alpha blinked at the question, and his cheeks, already pink with arousal, went full out red. "I just... just thought, that maybe, you might have wanted to, wanted to ask me to collect your school work for the week..." Matt said, eyes darting to the ground as he tried to make up a believable cover story on the spot, and Al snorted.

"Liar." The Omega laughed again, grin growing wider. "Now get out of here. I got... things to take care of." He finished, then shooed Matt away with a wave of his hand and closed the window before the Alpha could say anything in reply.

Even with the window shut, Al's scent lingered and Matt found himself reluctant to leave, a part of him hoping that the Omega would give into his own instincts, and would open the window back up and invite him up... any second now...

The kitchen light flicking on brought him back to reality, and Matt quickly scampered away, climbing back over the fence just as the door opened, as Mrs. Jones looked outside, checking for any unwanted visitors. It was better to play it safe, then to be sorry, when one had a teenage son that was an Omega in heat, after all.

Once safely on the other side of the fence, Matthew slumped against it and slid down to the grassy ground. Breathing hard, he then looked at the white t-shirt in his hands and swallowed hard as he imaged Alfred, hot and sweaty and horny, touching himself in nothing else. Licking his lips, the Alpha lifted the cloth to his face, took a deep sniff, and shuddered.

Oh, Matthew was going to do so much more then just 'sleeping' with with the shirt later, and if by doing so made him a horrible person, then so be it.

Meanwhile, up in his room, Al slumped naked against the wall, below his window, with his face hidden in his hands. After taking a few deep breaths and feeling more in control of himself, he pulled his hands away and folded them over his bent knees before tilting his head back and staring up at the ceiling, not at all pleased with how much the scent of an Alpha had effected him, even if it was only because he was in heat.

"Fuck. I so gotta get laid." He grumbled to himself before crawling over to his bed and flopping down on it, spread eagle, to try and rest before his body urged him into jerking out another quick one. Reaching above his head, Al patted around without looking until he found where he had tossed his cell phone. Holding it close enough that he could read without his glasses on, Alfred then clicked through his contact list to try and find a few sweet, little Omegas that he could schedule some quality alone time with soon.