Try Me and See 1/2

[kokoro2]

Title: Try Me and See
Pairings: USUK
Rating: M
Warnings: Sex, Omegaverse, Alpha!Alfred/Omega!Arthur
Summary: King Alfred wants to be more than the stereotype.


A servant burst through the door, effectively startling King Alfred from reading the newspaper. He stopped just shy of Alfred, bowed, and then exclaimed, "We have found the Queen!"

Alfred dropped the papers to the floor. He jumped to his feet. "Take me to her."

"Not a her, Sire," the servant said quickly. "A man, just a few years older than you. And, he's in pre-heat."

Alfred's throat went dry at the prospect of an early mating, but he steeled his body to not react so hastily. He balled his fists tight, willing any lewd thoughts to enter his mind, and instead asked to be shown to meet his new Queen. The kingdom had been searching for the Omega Queen for a few months now, but to no avail. The only possible way was for men and women to be given a physical exam under the pretense of health reasons, but really just so that royal officials could check for a Spade birthmark on their heart, a matching set to the Alpha King.

Originally, Omegas came forward in honor of being chosen for such a position, but in recent years, being the Queen of Spades had taken on a less admirable role for Omegas, men especially. What should have taken just a few days to search and find a Queen had turned into almost an entire year.

Alfred was especially eager to meet his Queen, but not for the same purposes everyone thought he should be.

The King was led to his throne room for a formal greeting. His new Queen was standing near a window, looking up at the sky with a torn expression. While he had been dressed in the fine blue clothing of royalty, he seemed extremely nervous. Alfred took in his leaner form, noticing he had a very trim waist, but broad enough shoulders. When the Queen heard Alfred enter, he turned towards him. While he may look pretty good in a Queen's outfit, his messy mop of blond hair and bushy eyebrows had Alfred instantly assuming the man as someone from the lower classes. However, he thought him an unusual beauty with his pale complexion and vibrant green eyes.

Even from here, Alfred could see there was anxiety hidden away.

The Queen bowed deeply to Alfred. He stayed low until everyone had left the room and it was just Alfred and the man. It was far too silent in the room, and the Queen still hadn't said a word.

"Um…are you going to speak?" Alfred asked.

"Not until the King has spoken first," the Queen replied. He has an English accent, Alfred thought, slightly excited.

"Well, the King has spoken. Can you tell me your name?" The Queen finally stood upright. Alfred gave him a nervous smile in return.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland, Your Majesty." Arthur's voice was strong, not shaky like Alfred feared it would be. He worried that perhaps the Queen would be far too nervous to even speak; if it had been a woman, he'd be even more concerned if she were to start crying. He shivered at the thought, grateful that Arthur didn't seem to be heading that direction.

"Please, just call me Alfred." The King held out his hand to the Queen. This somehow startled Arthur.

"U-um… Yes." Arthur took his hand and shook it. Once he released the King's hand, Arthur looked down to the floor. He tugged on his purple jacket's sleeve like a nervous tick. "Sire, I mean, Alfred…do I displease you…?"

"Huh? We've just met. How could you do that?" Alfred asked.

"We-well, they left us alone so that you might…lay claim to me."

Alfred frowned at this as he felt his cheeks burn. He understood that it was tradition, but did his subjects think he truly would just jump at the chance of sex upon first meeting his Queen? He hadn't even said he'd claim him as his Omega, despite the fact he knew he would have to.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Alfred asked. Arthur tensed. Alfred cringed internally, not meaning for it to sound as harsh as it did. "I mean… Look, we just met and I want to, ya know… get to know you first."

Arthur stopped toying with his clothes to look up at Alfred, really look at him. Despite this strong front he was putting on, his eyes betrayed him. There it was, that worry that his only purpose in life was to be the King's Omega, his servant, his sex slave for whenever the King wanted him; the sole purpose of being the Queen of Spades.

Alfred reached out and took Arthur's hand in his. He tried to give as much reassurance to Arthur as he could with just a smile alone, hoping his eyes told a deeper story too, but it was hard to tell when Arthur was still so visibly tight.

"I understand you're in pre-heat, so you probably think I'm talking out of my ass." The corners of Arthur's lips twitched. "But I really mean it. We can't do anything about…your current, er, predicament, so we'll just do what's expected of us. But, after we're done, I'd like to talk to you."

Arthur averted his eyes. There was a slight tint of red to the tips of his ears. "Alfred… You are too kind…"

"Don't talk like you're supposed to," Alfred said. He squeezed Arthur's hand. "Talk like how you would normally, okay?"

Arthur nodded. Alfred knew he wouldn't at first, and this would take some time, but hopefully Arthur would let Alfred in enough to help him through it.

It was only two days later that Alfred was alerted of Arthur's heat finally starting. He had been taken to the Queen's chambers on the far side of the castle, where they were to be left in peace through-out the duration of the heat. The room had, like the Queen's reputation, a rather dirty connotation to it. Omega Queens in the past had lived out the remainder of their lives in there, hardly able to leave the room if their Alpha King suddenly had the urge to mate.

Alfred could only imagine Arthur's horror at being put in such a room, possibly thinking this was where he would spend the rest of his life.

The King hurried to be by his side. Many of his servants praised him along the way, urging him to be with his Queen and to claim him. That was not Alfred's reason to be in such a hurry, but he wasn't about to explain it to anyone but his Queen.

Before Alfred even stepped foot in the chambers, he could smell Arthur's sweet scent. It wafted from down the hallway, affecting him almost immediately. All Alphas had been removed from the general vicinity, the guards being replaced by Betas who were unaffected by Arthur, and only Beta and Omega servants were to deliver them food. While Alfred was in this state with Arthur, his Beta Jack, Yao Wang, was in charge of the kingdom and the castle.

The servant accompanying Alfred took his leave just as Alfred reached the door. The King approached cautiously. He didn't want to scare Arthur, but he wondered just how long he could truly contain himself. He knew that opening this door he'd be bombarded by the full effect of a fertile Omega. Still, it was his duty, and he had to get through this week somehow.

When he opened the door, Alfred's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. That sweet scent that smelled of thick honey and marmalade seemed to attach itself to Alfred's skin. His eyes were hazy from the hot temperature in the room that weighed heavy on his limbs. He blinked a few times to get his bearings straight, knowing that the room wasn't too large, and that Arthur was somewhere inside.

The room was dark with the shades drawn so only thin strips of sunlight filtered in, illuminating only parts of the stone floor where it fell. There weren't even candles lit as they might be knocked over during any of the times the two were too consumed in their passion.

Alfred blushed having finally realized he was about to mate with someone, and not just anyone, but Arthur. They may have met only two days ago, but the Omega Queen had been on Alfred's mind the entire time. He had sent numerous servants to look after Arthur, to make sure that his nest was built properly and that he was well cared for. News flowed back to him that while the Queen was slightly confused as to why the King was being so generous, he was grateful.

Now he lay in the middle of his nest, surrounded in pillows, blankets, cushions, and soft silk, stark naked and writhing in his natural heat. Alfred's face grew even hotter as he looked over Arthur's form. It may be small, smaller than some of the others in the castle would have liked, but to Alfred, it looked nice. He wasn't weak or malnourished, but his strength seemed to be hidden inside of him. The way his (nicely shaped) legs pressed into the mattress and how his (beautifully slender) arms reached out, raking at the fabric around him, assured Alfred that Arthur was both a good enough Omega to carry children, and that he was quite an attractive man once out of his clothes.

Okay, Alfred admitted to himself, he's fucking hot.

Alfred quickly shed his clothes. He was about to dump them near the door, when he remembered that Omegas like to have their mate's scent nearby for whenever they were away. Alfred didn't plan on being away for long, only to relieve himself or maybe shower, but he would do anything to help Arthur along in this already awkward process. Two days into their relationship and they were already mating.

Alfred climbed into the nest and, without waiting for Arthur's permission, kissed him firmly on the mouth. Arthur moaned at the feel of the King's tongue in his mouth, and pulled Alfred to lie atop him, wasting no time as he spread his legs to accommodate Alfred. Alfred felt the slick dripping down between Arthur's legs. His nostrils flared at the heavy scent that overwhelmed him, intensifying his cravings.

He reached behind to Arthur's ass, coating his fingers in the natural sticky substance that leaked out. It made it much easier for him to stick a finger up inside of Arthur, but he was slow and deliberate not to go too fast. He didn't want to hurt him. He wanted to stay true to himself and not get wrapped up in that sweet scent and the blood that rushed to other, more prominent places.

Arthur moaned at the penetration. His hips twitched at the feeling, and then he bucked back against Alfred's fingers. He gasped into Alfred's mouth, breaking the kiss. "S-sire, you do not have to... I am..."

"Hey, I told you to call me Alfred," Alfred said. He moved his lips to kiss Arthur's collarbone. His lips had to touch something on Arthur, otherwise he might jump ahead of himself. His tongue pressed against Arthur's hot skin, and he enjoyed the salty taste of the Queen's sweat. It made him want to bite down, leave marks, and show the world that this man was his. "And I know I could just enter you, but I want to treat this as normal."

"N-normal?" Arthur's tone sounded almost hysterical. Alfred chalked it up to the fact he wasn't already fucking Arthur into the nest and knotting.

"Yes," Alfred breathed. He'd be resilient towards his natural instincts. "I want to show you that what I said two days ago was true. We are more than what everyone decrees of us."

Arthur moaned, dropping his head to hang don. Alfred didn't know if it was out of impatience or appreciation of what he had just said. Either way, Arthur pulled Alfred's face back up so their lips could meet. He was a lot more involved in the kiss this time around, opening his mouth and drawing Alfred's tongue inside. The look in Arthur's eyes screamed of how badly he wanted to be dominated. Alfred was more than happy to do so, but he still had to fight off urges that might otherwise backfire on his grand plan.

Alfred used his free hand to slide down along Arthur's wiry frame. While others might have disliked such a smaller man, Alfred found he really enjoyed the feel of his body, the way the curves of his hips seemed to fit perfectly in his hands, how the bumps of his spine aroused Alfred, and how Arthur's pubic hair tickled Alfred's cock that was rubbing up against Arthur's own hard-on, sending jolts of excitement to his cock. It not only made Alfred feel as if he was a powerful and strong Alpha that could protect his mate, it also just seemed to fit the type of man Arthur was. They may have known each other for only two days, but Alfred felt it was just right. He couldn't even explain why yet.

Those green eyes followed Alfred even when he closed his eyes. He pressed a second finger into Arthur, but that seemed to be Arthur's limit in waiting. He moaned for Alfred, pushing up against those fingers in a silent plea to just move on. Alfred, however, was too caught up in feeling the inside of Arthur to notice the man's obvious impatience. It was warm and tight, and he wiggled his fingers around to feel the natural slick that was lubricating Arthur's insides. For a brief moment, Alfred imagined his face near Arthur's ass, getting the full effect of that wonderful scent and seeing his puckered entrance. Alfred licked his lips and pressed in a third finger. Arthur groaned in annoyance. He pulled Alfred's hands away and directed the King's hardened cock to his entrance.

"Please," Arthur whispered. "I know what you are trying to convey, but I..." He smiled sweetly; it matched his scent, Alfred decided. "I need you."

Alfred nodded. He lifted Arthur's hips up higher so that he could mount him. Arthur rested his knees on soft cushions and pressed his elbows down onto the pillows that had been put in the nest especially for this position. Alfred shifted so that his own knees were on something soft and, carefully taking Arthur's ass in his hands, he arranged them to line up, making it easier for Alfred to ease into Arthur.

Before he did, though, he gazed down at Arthur's taut back. He admired the way it curved, how his shoulder blades dipped, and how his hipbones stuck out so prominently. He was sweating so much his skin was glistening from it, calling to Alfred. As he bent over to lick it up, he pushed himself inside. He sucked in air through his teeth as he felt the hot warmth of Arthur surround him tightly.

Arthur snapped his head up to moan. Alfred sighed, feeling a weight ease off of his shoulders. He looked down to where they were joined and marveled at how Arthur's hole, covered in an abundant amount of slick that dribbled down between his legs, could actually take Alfred's girth.

The initial push inside of Arthur made the Queen's inside close around Alfred. The King hummed in pleasure. His heart fluttered as an overwhelming amount of Alpha instincts hit him hard. He wanted to go faster, wanted to claim Arthur and tell the world that this man was his. Arthur was shuddering underneath him. Alfred leaned back over Arthur to lick a trail up the back of his neck. He adjusted his hands to move Arthur's hips just slightly. He thought that perhaps he should wait for a few moments to let Arthur get used to being penetrated, but Arthur was the one pushing back against Alfred.

"S-sire, please...," Arthur whispered with a heavy voice. "Just... Please, forgo any of these inhibitions and fuck me."

Despite being the Alpha, and the King, Alfred found he kind of liked hearing Arthur boss him around some. It was cute, if not slightly arousing.

Alfred did as he was told and began to rock his hips into Arthur's needy body. He bent over him again, licking along his shoulder blades and savoring his scent. Arthur wanted Alfred to move more, so Alfred obliged. It was what Arthur obviously needed more than anything else right now.

Arthur gasped when Alfred's hips bucked in a particular way. Instead of pushing forward with this wave of pleasure that his body obviously craved, Alfred stopped immediately. "Are you okay?"

Arthur turned his head over to look back over his shoulder. There was a look of sheer annoyance on his flushed face. Alfred shivered and licked his lips. "Don't stop, you fool! Do you not feel your urges?!"

Alfred put his hands on Arthur's butt, spreading his cheeks slightly before resuming his pace. "Sorry, I just... Ugh... I want to make this good..."

Arthur moaned in gratitude when he felt Alfred begin to move again. "Your Majesty... I am an Omega... in heat... Anything inside my ass feels good right now, especially an Alpha. Now…fill me up. Fill me until I can't think of anything but your dick and you knotting me and ohh!"

Alfred licked his lips again. He tried to swallow, but found it had long gone dry. He leaned over Arthur once more to lick at the sweat on his neck. He whispered close to his ear, "Then...all I ask if for you to call me Alfred..."

He took Arthur's earlobe in between his teeth, nipping, sucking, and breathing into his ear. His hot breath made Arthur moan again. His body jerked at the close intimacy. Alfred appreciated this, enjoying when Arthur clenched around him. The warmth overpowered him momentarily, and he almost lost himself to his Alpha drive.

The only way to push it back was to keep focus. He concentrated on making Arthur feel good, and not him. If he turned anything towards his penis and where it was and what it was about to do, he would rush to meet that end. But if Arthur was to endure this lifestyle for the rest of his life, then Alfred would do all he could to make him enjoy it.

He sat back to look down at Arthur once again. His face was pressed into one of the many pillows in the nest as both of his hands had gripped the blanks until his knuckles turned white. The natural slick was dribbling out around Alfred's cock at where they were joined. The sight of their bond made Alfred's head fall down onto his chest. All he could do was stare at Arthur.

Honestly, he thought he was doing a pretty good job, but the Omega under him was growing restless with his careful and calculated movements. He wasn't thrusting and there was hardly any Alpha dominance to this breeding.

"A-Alfred," Arthur breathed. It stirred Alfred's stomach at hearing his name called in such a way. "P-please... faster... Claim me as yours..."

Alfred bit his lip. He was torn between his instincts and his morals. "Is...that what you... want the most...?"

"Yes!" Arthur pushed himself back against Alfred, helping the King to further sheath himself inside. He began to drool at the feeling of being filled.

Alfred too was starting to lose his grip on his restraint. He was imagining Arthur on his back with his legs spread and his penis at attention as he said Alfred's name again. He was writhing for him, him and only him.

His moral was fighting a losing battle, until it was chased away by the scent of Arthur and the feeling of being one with him. He ducked his head as he let out a feral growl. His hands seized Arthur's hips as he pulled him all the way flush to him until his balls were pressed against Arthur's ass. The Omega yelped at the sudden change of pace. As he started to drop his head, Alfred's hand shot out, grabbing just under his jaw, and forcing his fingers into the Queen's mouth for him to suck.

Arthur's moans were muffled on the fingers. He licked them slowly, making sure his tongue outlined each digit until they were heavily coated in his saliva. Alfred responded in kind to this by pressing himself deep inside. He sat back on his knees and used his feet as leverage to drive himself to the brink.

But then he pulled back until the tip was barely concealed inside. Arthur panted hard against Alfred's hand. The King removed his hand from Arthur's mouth and wrapped it around Arthur's throbbing penis that had been ignored all the while. He started to pump it in tandem with his movements. He leaned over and pressed his nose against Arthur's neck, smelling that sweet scent that was driving him wild.

"Why-Nngh! Why do you smell...so sweet...?" Alfred asked. His teeth grazed Arthur's skin as he spoke.

"It's...it's not my real smell," Arthur moaned. "It's... it's a default smell that's meant to arouse any Alpha... Oh…! Oh, yes! Alfred!"

Alfred nipped at Arthur's neck, earning him another moan from the Omega. "I want your real smell...!"

The King sucked on Arthur's neck as he thrust particularly hard and deep into Arthur. He felt Arthur's legs tremble at the feeling, but gone were his fears of holding back and hurting the man, replaced by his instincts and the burning desire to ground him into the nest. Arthur's moaning and pheromones were adding to this, creating a humid atmosphere in the small, dark room.

"Arthur," Alfred panted in Arthur's ear. He licked his lobe and nibbled on the tip. Arthur gasped and pushed back against the King in appreciation. "Arthur...you feel so good... You really are...the ultimate Omega... At least for me, you are…"

"Nngh! Alfred!" Arthur's head snapped up as he felt Alfred press against his prostrate. "Oh! T-there! There! Yes! Yes! Alfred! My mate! My King!"

Alfred released Arthur's leaking cock to trail up his body, pausing to pinch his nipples, and then coming up to grab Arthur's chin, pulling his face over so he could kiss the Omega. It was different this time than their first kiss; more desperate for an Alpha control. And control Alfred took. After breaking the kiss he sat back on his knees and thrust into Arthur at a much more hurried pace.

"Ugh, shit... I'm gonna come... Gonna knot you... Gonna mate with you and fuck, you're going to be mine," Alfred groaned. "Arthur... You're...so beautiful..."

Something in Arthur seemed to have snapped as he moaned loudly and started to come into the nest. Alfred was grunting lowly in the back of his throat, listening to Arthur's desperate whines and watching as the Queen clenched his fists into the blankets. His balls were tightening up, ready to release. He wanted to last as long as Arthur, but he knew this was it.

His cock throbbed, already leaking inside of Arthur. He stopped pulling himself out to the tip, and just kept thrusting as deep as he could go. His penis repeatedly hit Arthur's prostrate and the Queen could only moan out Alfred's name in a mantra as he neared his climax. Alfred's senses were on overdrive. He could feel his cock begin to swell. He pushed himself inside Arthur until his balls were pressed up against Arthur's ass.

Arthur remained as still as he could as Alfred knotted inside of him. Alfred was moaning loudly, mixing with Arthur's loud cries. He was barely able to keep focus on providing equal pleasure for his mate, but he snaked a hand around Arthur to pump his cock. It only took five strokes of his hand before Arthur came into the nest.

Alfred tried to breathing as his body was rocked with orgasmic spasms. His hand was still milking Arthur for all the come while he filled him up inside.

"A-Arthur...?" Alfred whispered. He smiled against Arthur's skin. "How are you...?"

"Incredible," Arthur breathed. He was relaxing underneath Alfred. "Can we lay on our sides...?"

"Sure thing."

Slowly, they maneuvered until Alfred had them lying down and he was spooning Arthur. He rested his hands on Arthur's stomach, rubbing gently to soothe him.

"I hope it felt good."

Arthur chuckled. "Of course it did. Any Omega that is being filled during heat would say so."

"But... I really meant what I said." Alfred kissed Arthur's cheek tenderly. "After this heat is over...I want to treat you right."

Arthur hesitated before acknowledging this statement. "Why are you...? I wasn't prepared for this..."

"What were you prepared for then?" Alfred asked, frowning slightly.

"W-well... No Omega wants to be the Queen of Spades," Arthur started, quietly. He pressed his face into the pillow, muffling his voice somewhat. "The Ultimate Omega isn't ideal. The... plaything of the King and the baby factory for the kingdom... Sure, some Omegas would think that's the life. They'd no longer have to work for the rest of their life, no hardships, no goals, no ambitions. That's not living to me..."

Alfred was silent as he listened. Arthur took that as a sign to continue. "A-and, well... Here you are, saying you wish to court me and actually...treat me like I'm a human being... I was not prepared for that..."

"What does that say about me?" Alfred asked slowly. "You all think I'm just like the rest, but none of you know who I am. That's not fair to me. You haven't given me a chance..."

If Alfred wasn't knotted to Arthur he might have pulled away, but instead he hugged Arthur closer. "I'll prove it to you... I mean what I say. I...I want to fall in love with you."

Arthur's breath hitched at this. He had been promised sex and royal clothes and a permanent place of residence, but not love. He was told there was never to be tenderness of this magnitude. He wanted to cry.

"Why are you... like this...?" He sniffled.

"My father died when I was young... I was raised by my Omega mother. She had been cast aside since she was crowned, seeing as she was treated like the past Queens of Spades- a plaything as you say. But after she gave birth to me, my father was unable to impregnate her again." Alfred's tone had turned softer as he reminisced his childhood. "My mother was kind and nurturing to me. I realized Omegas are not just things for Alphas. They have their own goals and aspirations in life. And I came to understand something..."

Arthur waited with baited breath. The more he listened to Alfred, the more he wanted to believe him. He wanted to keep living in this world where it was true that an Alpha, the King of Spades especially, was truly this caring.

"Alphas are weak to their Omegas. We may be stronger physically and able to provide the necessary sperm to procreate... but when our Omegas are in heat, we become weak and vulnerable. I might have wanted to fuck your brains out... but I also wanted you to enjoy it."

Arthur breathed a laugh. "Or it could be you're just that kind to me..."

"Maybe. But either way, I was concerned for you. I wanted you to..."

Arthur reached back and pat Alfred on the head tenderly. It felt nice, and Alfred leaned into the touch.

"What about you?" Alfred asked. "What you said now... Most Omegas would never say something like that to the King, especially to their mate. Is that how you normally talk...?"

Arthur worried his lower lip. He removed his hand, and opted to place it atop Alfred's. "I'm the youngest of four brothers, all of them being Alphas. I'm used to a tougher crowd, and they never treated me like an Omega. They bullied me, like brothers would, but I learned to fight back. I didn't like anyone controlling me or saying they were better, because I never saw my brothers in that kind of light, so it affected how I saw other Alphas."

"So that's why a beautiful man like you is unmated." Arthur choked at this. "I mean, ya know! When I saw you I thought, why isn't he already mated with someone?! I mean, seriously! You're beautiful and perfect and... And I really like that feistiness in you. I want to see more of it once we're out of heat..."

Arthur pushed his entire face into the pillow and clenched his hand into a fist. Alfred put his hand atop his.

"You know... I think it's a kink of mine to have you direct me while we mate," Alfred whispered. He watched as Arthur's ears turned red, and then saw the Queen's entire body flush. He chuckled at this. "But more than anything, I want to smell your true smell. Next time... For now, I'll do whatever you want. Are you hungry? I can call for food or water. Do you want another go?"

Arthur tilted his head just enough so Alfred could hear him. He could barely see his mouth as he spoke. "I just...want you to hold me...and kiss me..."

There was a hesitant smile on the Queen's lips. Alfred shifted, prompting Arthur to crane his neck over so he could take Alfred's lips with his own. Alfred kept his eyes open, watching the expression Arthur was making. His eyes were closed, eyebrows scrunched up in a painfully anxious expression, and blush making his skin glow.

Alfred had to say it one last time. He put a hand on Arthur's cheek, keeping them close. "You truly are beautiful..."Hoshiko2's cents: :T

This is a two-shot, so one more chapter. Also, huge props to Ahro for all she did in helping me through this. Smut has never been my forte and this was a challenge for me. Thank you for everything.