A Patient Love 3/?
Title: A Patient Love
Pairing: UKUS
Rating: T
Warnings: Omegaverse, age-gap, Mpreg, and slight historical inaccuracies.
Summary: Prince Arthur has finally been granted a male Omega by his brother, the king. Alfred is soon to learn the treacherous ways of royalty and that adulthood in this world is not at all kind.
Baby Steps
Alfred awoke the day his heat ended to a soothing warm wet cloth rubbing up and down his bare back. His neck was at an odd angle as it pressed into the side of his face. The repetitive motions eased his tight muscles. He hummed happily and closed his eyes again.
"Good morning," Arthur cooed. A warm hand pressed against Alfred's neck, lightly kneading into his muscles. "I thought you'd like to wake up not feeling sticky with sweat. Does it feel good?"
"Mmm, yes… Thank you…" Alfred nuzzled into the soft pillow; one of the many Arthur had given him the previous week leading up to his heat. "I've…never had a heat like that before…"
Arthur chuckled. He bent over to kiss at Alfred's bare shoulder. "It was certainly a wonderful week… I hope that you feel satisfied."
Alfred turned suddenly. He inhaled sharply at seeing the light reflecting off of Arthur's eyes. The prince looked like an angel. "More than satisfied… Was it good for you?"
"I wouldn't say it was a wonderful week if I didn't think it was good." Arthur chuckled. He leaned in to take Alfred's lips with his, but stopped just shy. "Your lips… They're so soft…"
Alfred ducked his head demurely, but smiled. "So…are yours…"
"Kiss me," Arthur whispered, leaning in further. "And open your mouth… I want to taste you…"
Alfred closed his eyes and opened his mouth without complaint. A soft noise escaped his throat when Arthur's wet and large tongue slid along Alfred's. With his eyes closed, he was able to focus on the feeling of another person inside his mouth. The Alpha's hands were soft, but focused as they gripped at specific places of Alfred; his inner thigh, his right butt cheek, the slight flab above his hip. Alfred's heart almost ached as it skipped. He had assumed the previous month that Arthur had cared for him, but thought it was in preparation for his heat. He hadn't expected it to extend past his today.
"Alfred…," Arthur whispered. He peppered Alfred's neck with kisses. His hands gripped at the man's hips. "Oh… I can't keep my hands off of you… I know we just mated for a week, but it seems I have become addicted to you…"
Alfred smiled with his eyes remaining closed. The sensation of having his new mate everywhere on his body was intoxicating, and hearing Arthur reaffirm everything with his sensual, low voice only made the Omega submit to whatever Arthur wanted. Out of instinct, he opened his legs and arched up towards the Alpha. The prince reacted positively to it, slipping between Alfred's legs and pushing his erection into the still slicked man.
His mouth near Alfred's ear, Arthur moaned low and deep. His fingers pressed into Alfred's shoulders, and then slid to his neck. "You are… beautiful…"
All Alfred could do was smile and let his Alpha do as he pleased. His heart was fast and hard in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. All of what Arthur said, the way his hands held him, how his eyes looked deeply into his, the feeling of unity with their bodies, stole his breath away.They showered, ate a small meal to adjust them to food again, and then took a long walk outside to enjoy the day and stretch their legs. Alfred held Arthur's hand and walked by his side with a dreamy expression all the while. Arthur wanted to ensure that his mate experienced as little stress as possible in case he did conceive a child. They wouldn't know until the coming weeks. If Alfred wasn't pregnant, then they would have to try again in six months, just after the New Year started.
However, within two weeks, Alfred woke to wet sheets. He clutched at his sheets and cried into his pillow, his heart racing. He had failed as an Omega; his duties to the Crown and to his Alpha, the prince, and his sole reason for existing had all fallen short. He could be dismissed from Arthur's presence, bringing not just great shame to the Jones family, but possibly forever leaving Alfred without a mate again.
The emotional bond he'd already formed with his Alpha in just the first month was strong. He had no idea he had come to rely so heavily upon the man in such a short amount of time, but when he thought of that tender smile and those sweet caresses and all the lovely things that came out of his mouth, it scared him to know that soon he might very easily lose all of that when he told Arthur the truth. If he could stay here, under his sheets, for a few minutes longer, maybe he could pretend it didn't happen. He could continue to soak in all that this new life had given him.
It didn't last long.
He was ushered from his room by his servants who washed him and dressed him. They knew. No one said anything. What could they say? Alfred's usually cheerful face was wrought with depression and anxiety. He couldn't lift his head to see where he walked as he made his way to the main hall to feast for breakfast.
Arthur was talking with some local Lords, thanking them for their help in a situation Alfred knew nothing about. As the prince's Omega, he wasn't allowed to be involved in any dealings with the kingdom. If he were like the Queen, though, a Royal Omega, then he'd be included for advice only. However, even if Alfred was to understand what was going on, he doubted today he'd pay attention.
Alfred took slow and careful steps to his seat, but given that it was on Arthur's right side, the prince took notice. He turned with a fond smile. "Good morning, Alfred."
The Omega looked to his lap as a plate of fresh food was placed before him. "Good…morning…"
Arthur studied Alfred carefully, and then held up a hand to silence the Lord nearby. Even the servants tensed at Arthur's sudden change in attitude. The Alpha leaned forward, a gentle hand on Alfred's shoulder. "My boy… what is the matter? Are you unwell?"
Alfred tried to move away. The close proximity had him nervous. Such tender affection was unheard of outside the bedchambers. It aroused suspicious looks from the Lords and the servants. "I'm… It's nothing, my prince."
Arthur put a hand to Alfred's forehead. The Lords began to whisper amongst themselves. Arthur ignored them. He tried to get Alfred to look him in the eyes. When he found he couldn't, no matter how much coaxing he gave, he stood. "Excuse us a moment. I must speak with my Omega alone."
Quickly, everyone rose to their feet. Arthur grabbed Alfred's upper arm firmly and pulled him from the room. The Omega nearly tripped over his own two feet as he tried to match pace. His hammering heart found its way into his ears, nestling right between his logic and emotions, making it hard to hear any reason to the situation.
"Alfred," Arthur began with a patient tone once they were outside the main hall. "Tell me what is wrong. I do not like to see my poppet so downtrodden."
It was a strange sight to see had anyone walked in on them; an Alpha trying to sweet talk his Omega when normally Alphas demanded. They took what they wanted. They were not kind when their mate was hiding something from them, especially those of higher class. Those kinds of Alphas knew their place and they knew that their Omega would report to them on any and everything that went on, even if the Omega was uncomfortable talking about it. It didn't matter. What an Alpha said was law in his home. An Alpha was raised without restraint to their pride or to any of their demands.
And yet, Arthur didn't force Alfred. He didn't command him to do anything. Looking at him, Alfred knew the older man was truly concerned about him.
Slowly, Alfred unwound his hands and looked up into the uneasy green eyes of his Alpha. "I… I did not conceive. I have…I have failed you."
Arthur let out a slow exhale. His expression was briefly one of disappointment, but then it quickly morphed into relief. He put a hand on Alfred's shoulder, and then rubbed at his neck. "My dear, is that all?"
"I-is that all?" Alfred repeated, confused. "Aren't you… going to dispose of me?"
"D-dispose?!" Arthur sounded disgusted by the very word, and he scrunched his face up as if smelling something foul. He knelt down to one knee, looking up at Alfred. The Omega was frightened by this. An Alpha did not stoop down lower than his Omega. "Darling, no! I could never! Oh dear, is that what you worried about all morning?"
Alfred nodded, hiding his head in shame. Now he felt guilt for having ever doubted Arthur. "Y-yes… I'm sorry…"
"There, there." Arthur pulled Alfred into a comforting embrace. He rubbed his back tenderly as he had done to the Omega during their heat. Eventually he could feel Alfred relax against him. "Dear, do you know that I am not allowed to abandon you unless you are found to be infertile? And, after having experienced only one heat, I'm not surprised you didn't conceive. I'd have been pleasantly surprised had you been. It's all right, my dear. Shhh…"
Alfred shuddered into Arthur as he held back a sob. He wasn't an emotional Omega, not often, but the fear that had encased him was so overwhelming, that he had not expected relief so soon. It washed over him even faster than the despair had. And yet, Arthur did not force Alfred away or tell him to stop. He simply held him.
Before long, Alfred felt the air in the manor start to change. Things were tense. News of Arthur's dealing with some sort of politics that came straight from his brother weighed heavily on the prince. For this, Arthur had very little time to devote to his Omega, but Alfred wasn't dismayed. He patiently waited, spending his time in the gardens or at the river. Arthur would find him when he felt the time was right.
Soon, Alfred received word that they were to move to another estate that Arthur owned. It was in the South West of England, near Dorset. Alfred looked forward to planning a day trip down to a beach in the area, and wondered if he could pry Arthur away from his work to join him.
He slowly approached the main hall when he heard arguing. The main culprit of the yelling sounded a lot like Arthur. Alfred pressed himself against the wall, skirting towards the entryway, and peering around the corner. Sure enough, Arthur was standing and banging on a table as he shouted at the other Lords.
"We must go to war! They have backed down on their treaties too many times! This is not a time of forgiveness, but a time of action! My brother, the king, agrees with me! France has all too often promised to repay their debt, only to spend it foolishly on other matters! We need to strike! Now!"
There were murmurs around the table, and a few of the men seemed on board with the idea. But Arthur wasn't finished. He continued to rant his case while Alfred watched him. He had never seen his Alpha be so demanding and dominant. The man was a far cry from an aggressive Alpha, of which the young Omega was grateful for while adjusting to his new life. However, seeing him in action now, taking control and being the Alpha prince he was born to be made Alfred's legs grow weak. He clutched to the wall, eyes focusing solely on those fiery eyes that were always so tender towards him. Arthur's usually kind face was hard with determination. The command his body exuded rivaled that of his brother's.
This was a side of Arthur that Alfred suddenly desperately wanted to know more about. It lit Alfred up with desire, a craving he hadn't ever felt. Before, with Arthur, it was comfortable. He felt safe with the Alpha, knowing that he was there to protect and nurture him like any good mate does. But there was never any sexual attraction. The kisses were plain. Arthur was more likely to become aroused at the sight of Alfred's bare form, not the opposite.
Alfred wondered if this was his step into adulthood.
Not wanting to disturb the delegation, he left. He'd wait for his mate in his chambers when the Alpha was done. He told the prince's servants to alert Arthur to Alfred's whereabouts when he was free.
"I have something urgent I need to talk with him about."
Alfred didn't have to wait long. He was sitting by the window overlooking the gardens when Arthur entered. He seemed flustered as his eyes landed on Alfred. Gone was that powerful demeanor, now replaced with the familiar gentle Alpha.
"Alfred!" Arthur rushed to his side. "Are you all right?! My servant said it was urgent!"
Alfred smiled and stood to hug Arthur. "I am fine. I just… I had to see you alone."
"You did? Why?" Arthur pulled away to look at Alfred, gauging the sincerity in his words. "Are you sure you are all right?"
"Yes." Alfred breathed a laugh. "I just… I saw you at the meeting and I was so…"
Arthur sighed loudly, dropping his head. "I have scared you. I apologize."
"Scared me?" Alfred cocked his head in confusion. "What?"
"Your father warned me that you are a skittish Omega. I have gone to great lengths to ensure you do not feel threatened or scared. Please, forgive me. I shall never raise my voice like that towards you."
Alfred shook his head wildly. "No! No! I-I-! That's what I needed to tell you! I enjoyed it!"
Arthur stared at Alfred with furrowed brows. The Omega's cheeks flushed, and he had to look away. Omegas would never admit to what they liked to their Alpha. Their Alpha would just do as he pleased. But Arthur was not that kind of man. He was special. He was kind. He warmed Alfred's heart.
"I liked to see you be so strong and…and… powerful. It was exciting…" Alfred's eyes roamed over Arthur's arms, now hanging limply at his sides. He remembered how they had banged on the table, and briefly fantasized them holding him down and handling his body with all of that force he kept hidden inside. "I… I want to see more of it."
"Alfred…," Arthur whispered. He put a finger under Alfred's chin and made him to look up at him. "Where did this come from…? You have been so careful and…well… So very submissive before. Now you are telling me things?"
Instantly, Alfred's face grew dark with fear and he scuttled back from the Alpha. He bent his head and wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm sorry! You're right! That wasn't good!"
"Alfred!" The Omega jumped at the tone of Arthur's voice. It was demanding. He couldn't help the shiver that went down his back. "No, dear boy that is not what I meant. I was merely…taking notice. I like that you are a little bit more… needy. Submissive Omegas are very common. But you. My dear boy… I already knew what a precious jewel you were, and now I see there is even more to you than before. It excites me to no end."
Alfred lifted his head slowly, trying a small smile. "You… You are pleased, then?"
Arthur came forward suddenly, taking Alfred's chin roughly and forcing him to look him in the eyes. The Omega gasped, but did not pull away or protest. The Alpha had a feral grin. "I will be…as soon as you lay naked beneath me, writhing, and calling my name."
Alfred moaned at this. Arthur palmed his crotch, pushing him back onto his bed and quickly stripping down. Knowing that Alfred quite enjoyed these things, Arthur felt free to scratch his nails down the man's body, leaving little red trails behind. He nipped at the Omega's skin, enticing the man to shed his clothing faster. When he ground down his crotch against Alfred's and heard the younger man moan in his ear, the Alpha smiled.
"I plan on…keeping you here…for quite a long time…"
Hoshiko2's cents: As a side note, if some readers think Alfred is out of character, remember that canon America was quite a scared child upon first meeting England until he grew comfortable with him. Rest assured though, his more confident self will peak out soon enough.
Pairing: UKUS
Rating: T
Warnings: Omegaverse, age-gap, Mpreg, and slight historical inaccuracies.
Summary: Prince Arthur has finally been granted a male Omega by his brother, the king. Alfred is soon to learn the treacherous ways of royalty and that adulthood in this world is not at all kind.
Baby Steps
Alfred awoke the day his heat ended to a soothing warm wet cloth rubbing up and down his bare back. His neck was at an odd angle as it pressed into the side of his face. The repetitive motions eased his tight muscles. He hummed happily and closed his eyes again.
"Good morning," Arthur cooed. A warm hand pressed against Alfred's neck, lightly kneading into his muscles. "I thought you'd like to wake up not feeling sticky with sweat. Does it feel good?"
"Mmm, yes… Thank you…" Alfred nuzzled into the soft pillow; one of the many Arthur had given him the previous week leading up to his heat. "I've…never had a heat like that before…"
Arthur chuckled. He bent over to kiss at Alfred's bare shoulder. "It was certainly a wonderful week… I hope that you feel satisfied."
Alfred turned suddenly. He inhaled sharply at seeing the light reflecting off of Arthur's eyes. The prince looked like an angel. "More than satisfied… Was it good for you?"
"I wouldn't say it was a wonderful week if I didn't think it was good." Arthur chuckled. He leaned in to take Alfred's lips with his, but stopped just shy. "Your lips… They're so soft…"
Alfred ducked his head demurely, but smiled. "So…are yours…"
"Kiss me," Arthur whispered, leaning in further. "And open your mouth… I want to taste you…"
Alfred closed his eyes and opened his mouth without complaint. A soft noise escaped his throat when Arthur's wet and large tongue slid along Alfred's. With his eyes closed, he was able to focus on the feeling of another person inside his mouth. The Alpha's hands were soft, but focused as they gripped at specific places of Alfred; his inner thigh, his right butt cheek, the slight flab above his hip. Alfred's heart almost ached as it skipped. He had assumed the previous month that Arthur had cared for him, but thought it was in preparation for his heat. He hadn't expected it to extend past his today.
"Alfred…," Arthur whispered. He peppered Alfred's neck with kisses. His hands gripped at the man's hips. "Oh… I can't keep my hands off of you… I know we just mated for a week, but it seems I have become addicted to you…"
Alfred smiled with his eyes remaining closed. The sensation of having his new mate everywhere on his body was intoxicating, and hearing Arthur reaffirm everything with his sensual, low voice only made the Omega submit to whatever Arthur wanted. Out of instinct, he opened his legs and arched up towards the Alpha. The prince reacted positively to it, slipping between Alfred's legs and pushing his erection into the still slicked man.
His mouth near Alfred's ear, Arthur moaned low and deep. His fingers pressed into Alfred's shoulders, and then slid to his neck. "You are… beautiful…"
All Alfred could do was smile and let his Alpha do as he pleased. His heart was fast and hard in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. All of what Arthur said, the way his hands held him, how his eyes looked deeply into his, the feeling of unity with their bodies, stole his breath away.They showered, ate a small meal to adjust them to food again, and then took a long walk outside to enjoy the day and stretch their legs. Alfred held Arthur's hand and walked by his side with a dreamy expression all the while. Arthur wanted to ensure that his mate experienced as little stress as possible in case he did conceive a child. They wouldn't know until the coming weeks. If Alfred wasn't pregnant, then they would have to try again in six months, just after the New Year started.
However, within two weeks, Alfred woke to wet sheets. He clutched at his sheets and cried into his pillow, his heart racing. He had failed as an Omega; his duties to the Crown and to his Alpha, the prince, and his sole reason for existing had all fallen short. He could be dismissed from Arthur's presence, bringing not just great shame to the Jones family, but possibly forever leaving Alfred without a mate again.
The emotional bond he'd already formed with his Alpha in just the first month was strong. He had no idea he had come to rely so heavily upon the man in such a short amount of time, but when he thought of that tender smile and those sweet caresses and all the lovely things that came out of his mouth, it scared him to know that soon he might very easily lose all of that when he told Arthur the truth. If he could stay here, under his sheets, for a few minutes longer, maybe he could pretend it didn't happen. He could continue to soak in all that this new life had given him.
It didn't last long.
He was ushered from his room by his servants who washed him and dressed him. They knew. No one said anything. What could they say? Alfred's usually cheerful face was wrought with depression and anxiety. He couldn't lift his head to see where he walked as he made his way to the main hall to feast for breakfast.
Arthur was talking with some local Lords, thanking them for their help in a situation Alfred knew nothing about. As the prince's Omega, he wasn't allowed to be involved in any dealings with the kingdom. If he were like the Queen, though, a Royal Omega, then he'd be included for advice only. However, even if Alfred was to understand what was going on, he doubted today he'd pay attention.
Alfred took slow and careful steps to his seat, but given that it was on Arthur's right side, the prince took notice. He turned with a fond smile. "Good morning, Alfred."
The Omega looked to his lap as a plate of fresh food was placed before him. "Good…morning…"
Arthur studied Alfred carefully, and then held up a hand to silence the Lord nearby. Even the servants tensed at Arthur's sudden change in attitude. The Alpha leaned forward, a gentle hand on Alfred's shoulder. "My boy… what is the matter? Are you unwell?"
Alfred tried to move away. The close proximity had him nervous. Such tender affection was unheard of outside the bedchambers. It aroused suspicious looks from the Lords and the servants. "I'm… It's nothing, my prince."
Arthur put a hand to Alfred's forehead. The Lords began to whisper amongst themselves. Arthur ignored them. He tried to get Alfred to look him in the eyes. When he found he couldn't, no matter how much coaxing he gave, he stood. "Excuse us a moment. I must speak with my Omega alone."
Quickly, everyone rose to their feet. Arthur grabbed Alfred's upper arm firmly and pulled him from the room. The Omega nearly tripped over his own two feet as he tried to match pace. His hammering heart found its way into his ears, nestling right between his logic and emotions, making it hard to hear any reason to the situation.
"Alfred," Arthur began with a patient tone once they were outside the main hall. "Tell me what is wrong. I do not like to see my poppet so downtrodden."
It was a strange sight to see had anyone walked in on them; an Alpha trying to sweet talk his Omega when normally Alphas demanded. They took what they wanted. They were not kind when their mate was hiding something from them, especially those of higher class. Those kinds of Alphas knew their place and they knew that their Omega would report to them on any and everything that went on, even if the Omega was uncomfortable talking about it. It didn't matter. What an Alpha said was law in his home. An Alpha was raised without restraint to their pride or to any of their demands.
And yet, Arthur didn't force Alfred. He didn't command him to do anything. Looking at him, Alfred knew the older man was truly concerned about him.
Slowly, Alfred unwound his hands and looked up into the uneasy green eyes of his Alpha. "I… I did not conceive. I have…I have failed you."
Arthur let out a slow exhale. His expression was briefly one of disappointment, but then it quickly morphed into relief. He put a hand on Alfred's shoulder, and then rubbed at his neck. "My dear, is that all?"
"I-is that all?" Alfred repeated, confused. "Aren't you… going to dispose of me?"
"D-dispose?!" Arthur sounded disgusted by the very word, and he scrunched his face up as if smelling something foul. He knelt down to one knee, looking up at Alfred. The Omega was frightened by this. An Alpha did not stoop down lower than his Omega. "Darling, no! I could never! Oh dear, is that what you worried about all morning?"
Alfred nodded, hiding his head in shame. Now he felt guilt for having ever doubted Arthur. "Y-yes… I'm sorry…"
"There, there." Arthur pulled Alfred into a comforting embrace. He rubbed his back tenderly as he had done to the Omega during their heat. Eventually he could feel Alfred relax against him. "Dear, do you know that I am not allowed to abandon you unless you are found to be infertile? And, after having experienced only one heat, I'm not surprised you didn't conceive. I'd have been pleasantly surprised had you been. It's all right, my dear. Shhh…"
Alfred shuddered into Arthur as he held back a sob. He wasn't an emotional Omega, not often, but the fear that had encased him was so overwhelming, that he had not expected relief so soon. It washed over him even faster than the despair had. And yet, Arthur did not force Alfred away or tell him to stop. He simply held him.
Before long, Alfred felt the air in the manor start to change. Things were tense. News of Arthur's dealing with some sort of politics that came straight from his brother weighed heavily on the prince. For this, Arthur had very little time to devote to his Omega, but Alfred wasn't dismayed. He patiently waited, spending his time in the gardens or at the river. Arthur would find him when he felt the time was right.
Soon, Alfred received word that they were to move to another estate that Arthur owned. It was in the South West of England, near Dorset. Alfred looked forward to planning a day trip down to a beach in the area, and wondered if he could pry Arthur away from his work to join him.
He slowly approached the main hall when he heard arguing. The main culprit of the yelling sounded a lot like Arthur. Alfred pressed himself against the wall, skirting towards the entryway, and peering around the corner. Sure enough, Arthur was standing and banging on a table as he shouted at the other Lords.
"We must go to war! They have backed down on their treaties too many times! This is not a time of forgiveness, but a time of action! My brother, the king, agrees with me! France has all too often promised to repay their debt, only to spend it foolishly on other matters! We need to strike! Now!"
There were murmurs around the table, and a few of the men seemed on board with the idea. But Arthur wasn't finished. He continued to rant his case while Alfred watched him. He had never seen his Alpha be so demanding and dominant. The man was a far cry from an aggressive Alpha, of which the young Omega was grateful for while adjusting to his new life. However, seeing him in action now, taking control and being the Alpha prince he was born to be made Alfred's legs grow weak. He clutched to the wall, eyes focusing solely on those fiery eyes that were always so tender towards him. Arthur's usually kind face was hard with determination. The command his body exuded rivaled that of his brother's.
This was a side of Arthur that Alfred suddenly desperately wanted to know more about. It lit Alfred up with desire, a craving he hadn't ever felt. Before, with Arthur, it was comfortable. He felt safe with the Alpha, knowing that he was there to protect and nurture him like any good mate does. But there was never any sexual attraction. The kisses were plain. Arthur was more likely to become aroused at the sight of Alfred's bare form, not the opposite.
Alfred wondered if this was his step into adulthood.
Not wanting to disturb the delegation, he left. He'd wait for his mate in his chambers when the Alpha was done. He told the prince's servants to alert Arthur to Alfred's whereabouts when he was free.
"I have something urgent I need to talk with him about."
Alfred didn't have to wait long. He was sitting by the window overlooking the gardens when Arthur entered. He seemed flustered as his eyes landed on Alfred. Gone was that powerful demeanor, now replaced with the familiar gentle Alpha.
"Alfred!" Arthur rushed to his side. "Are you all right?! My servant said it was urgent!"
Alfred smiled and stood to hug Arthur. "I am fine. I just… I had to see you alone."
"You did? Why?" Arthur pulled away to look at Alfred, gauging the sincerity in his words. "Are you sure you are all right?"
"Yes." Alfred breathed a laugh. "I just… I saw you at the meeting and I was so…"
Arthur sighed loudly, dropping his head. "I have scared you. I apologize."
"Scared me?" Alfred cocked his head in confusion. "What?"
"Your father warned me that you are a skittish Omega. I have gone to great lengths to ensure you do not feel threatened or scared. Please, forgive me. I shall never raise my voice like that towards you."
Alfred shook his head wildly. "No! No! I-I-! That's what I needed to tell you! I enjoyed it!"
Arthur stared at Alfred with furrowed brows. The Omega's cheeks flushed, and he had to look away. Omegas would never admit to what they liked to their Alpha. Their Alpha would just do as he pleased. But Arthur was not that kind of man. He was special. He was kind. He warmed Alfred's heart.
"I liked to see you be so strong and…and… powerful. It was exciting…" Alfred's eyes roamed over Arthur's arms, now hanging limply at his sides. He remembered how they had banged on the table, and briefly fantasized them holding him down and handling his body with all of that force he kept hidden inside. "I… I want to see more of it."
"Alfred…," Arthur whispered. He put a finger under Alfred's chin and made him to look up at him. "Where did this come from…? You have been so careful and…well… So very submissive before. Now you are telling me things?"
Instantly, Alfred's face grew dark with fear and he scuttled back from the Alpha. He bent his head and wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm sorry! You're right! That wasn't good!"
"Alfred!" The Omega jumped at the tone of Arthur's voice. It was demanding. He couldn't help the shiver that went down his back. "No, dear boy that is not what I meant. I was merely…taking notice. I like that you are a little bit more… needy. Submissive Omegas are very common. But you. My dear boy… I already knew what a precious jewel you were, and now I see there is even more to you than before. It excites me to no end."
Alfred lifted his head slowly, trying a small smile. "You… You are pleased, then?"
Arthur came forward suddenly, taking Alfred's chin roughly and forcing him to look him in the eyes. The Omega gasped, but did not pull away or protest. The Alpha had a feral grin. "I will be…as soon as you lay naked beneath me, writhing, and calling my name."
Alfred moaned at this. Arthur palmed his crotch, pushing him back onto his bed and quickly stripping down. Knowing that Alfred quite enjoyed these things, Arthur felt free to scratch his nails down the man's body, leaving little red trails behind. He nipped at the Omega's skin, enticing the man to shed his clothing faster. When he ground down his crotch against Alfred's and heard the younger man moan in his ear, the Alpha smiled.
"I plan on…keeping you here…for quite a long time…"
Hoshiko2's cents: As a side note, if some readers think Alfred is out of character, remember that canon America was quite a scared child upon first meeting England until he grew comfortable with him. Rest assured though, his more confident self will peak out soon enough.