Beyond the Sky 1
Pairing: UKUS
Rating/warnings: T for adolescents discussing sexuality and Omegaverse. Eventually will become M for sex and mpreg.
Word Count: 1854
Summary: Growing up isn't always easy. It gets a lot harder when your best friend turns out to be an Omega who is determined not to let it mean anything. A guide for this omegaverse can be found here.
Arthur glanced over to Alfred's empty desk and frowned. He was missing school again. He hadn't seen him since last Wednesday and before that he had been really mad about something or other. He was snapping at people all the time, and that was Arthur's job.
He wasn't worried about him, though, not at all! He- he just needed help with his math was all. Algebra wasn't as easy for him as it was for Alfred. Besides, now that he was gone all the other kids came up and started bothering him and it was easier to ignore just one.
And for those reasons and no other ones he ended up on Alfred's doorstep. When he told the teacher that he was going to check up on him she gave him a weird look and said "maybe that's not for the best," but after he argued with her for twenty minutes that he was going to see him no matter what she sighed and gave him Alfred's assignments.
After school ended, Arthur found himself on Alfred's front porch. He shifted the books into one hand and knocked on the door. Mrs. Jones opened the door and looked surprised to see him standing there.
"Hello, Mrs. Jones," Arthur said, "Can I come in and see Alfred?"
"No!" She said too quickly.
Arthur looked up at her in confusion- although he didn't have to look up very much. He'd grown a foot since he'd moved here and was almost as tall as she was now- She has always encouraged him to come over before, saying that it gave her sons someone else to play with. And to be told flat out to go away by her, it actually sort of hurt. "Why not?" He asked.
"I-I don't want you to get sick too, dearie." She said, patting him on his head with a forced smile.
"But you've been around him since he got sick and you're fine." He pointed out, wanting to know more about the situation.
"I'm his mother, Artie."
Arthur brushed off the petname, "Is he alright?"
"He'll be fine. He just needs some rest is all. In fact, he's napping right now."
"Are you sure? He's never been this sick before…"
"Why don't I tell him to give you a call when he wakes up? Then you can talk without waking him up or worrying about getting sick."
"Alright," Arthur said, looking down at the ground. He missed Alfred. Talking would be good and all, but he wanted to finally hug the big oaf back. He wanted to hold him close and tell him it would all be fine. He wanted to give Alfred whatever he needed to make it better. He wanted… to stop having thoughts like that! He'd been thinking that way since Alfred had gotten crabby and he wasn't totally comfortable with it.
"Are those Alfred's things?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah," He held out the books and sheets, "When the teacher heard I was coming over she told me to bring these."
"Thank you, Arthur," Her smile was much more sincere this time, "I'm sure he'll be glad to have something to keep him busy. Don't worry, I'll let him call before I make him do any of this."
Arthur smiled back, "Thanks a lot, Mrs. Jones."
He went home as quickly as possible and set up camp on the kitchen table with a cordless phone right next to him. He did all of his homework there and refused to move the phone for dinner. Even after that, he read books right in that seat. He had decided not to move an inch until his best friend called.
It was almost bedtime when the phone finally rang. He answered it in the very first ring.
"Hello, Kirkland residence," he said, trying to contain his excitement and hoping to god that it was Alfred.
"Hi, Art," Alfred said. He sounded terrible. His voice was rough, as though he'd been shouting for hours. "How've you been?"
"How have I been?" Arthur snapped to hide his elation, "You're the one who's missed a week of school!"
"Aw, was Artie-warty worried about me?" he teased with a sing-song voice.
"I am not worried. I just want to know why you've been gone so long. …Not that school isn't much more bearable with you elsewhere."
"Ha! I knew you missed me!"
"I bloody well did not!"
Alfred laughed, "Whatever you say. Don't worry about it, though. I'll be fine."
"That's what your mum said."
"So she's not always full of crap," He mused.
Arthur sighed. "What I mean is, I want more detail: what exactly is wrong with you?"
"Well, I- That is-" He continued to stutter for a while more.
Arthur furrowed his brow. It wasn't normal for Alfred to be speechless. But then again, none of this was really normal.
"Are you alone?" Alfred finally asked quietly.
"I can be." Arthur said. He stood and went to the room he shared with Liam and closed the door. He then shoved a chair under the knob for good measure and plopped down on his bed. "Alright, you can tell me now."
Alfred took a deep breath, "I'm an Omega, Arthur, and I'm right in the middle of my first heat."
"What?"
"I'm an Omega, and-"
"No, I heard you. I just- Did you know ahead of time?"
"Yeah," Alfred said, "We knew since I was a baby. They had me tested."
"But your parents are both Betas."
"I know, but my Grandpa on my mom's side was an Alpha and my uncle on my dad's side is, so we knew there would be a chance. Being natured a recessive trait. Remember, we were talking about that in science a couple of weeks ago?"
"I do, but if nothing else, aren't you a little young? None of the other Omegas in our class-"
"Fuck the other Omegas in our class!"
Arthur was taken aback for a moment. Alfred almost never swore.
"I'm sorry. I've been really emotional lately. It's part of the deal. I've been reading stuff online, though, and it says it gets at least a little better every time you go through it. Anyway, twelve isn't too young for the first time. Yeah, average is thirteen or fourteen, but I've always been pretty physically mature for my age. When I felt it coming on, we talked to the school and they said it's not exactly common but they do deal with it pretty regularly."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Arthur asked, "I would have liked to know why you were gone."
Alfred sighed, "I'm not proud of this, Art. I don't like being this way. Look at all the other Omegas: all they do at recess is sit around and talk about Alphas and play house or gossip. I like playing sports with you guys and talking about video games and science and stuff at lunch. That's more who I am. I want to do more with my life than being some stupid baby factory."
"There is nothing wrong with the way you are," Arthur said before he could stop himself, "I don't care that you're an Omega. You're still Alfred. You've always been an Omega, but that hasn't stopped you before. Why should it stop you now, even if you have to spend a week a year at home?"
They were both silent for a moment. Arthur slowly turned red as he realized what he had said.
"Thanks, Artie," Alfred said softly, "That's just what I wanted to hear. I miss you too. I wish you were here with me."
"If you're just in heat, why didn't your mum let me come in and see you?"
"I-I heard her talking to dad earlier. She was afraid you'd try to breed me."
"What? Alfred, I don't even turn thirteen until March! We couldn't handle a baby!"
Alfred laughed, "Yeah, but you know how much of a worrywart mom is. She's scared about leaving her little baby Omega alone with a big scary Alpha. Because you know I could never take you in a fight or anything and you wouldn't be able to be within ten feet of me without trying to rape me."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "We're going to have to teach her better."
"Yeah, we are."
Silence stretched between them again until Arthur sheepishly asked, "So what's it like? Being in heat, I mean."
Alfred was quiet for a few moments, clearly thinking it over, but then he said, "It's hard to describe. I feel really weak, but I'm full of energy too. But it's like all I want to do is fuck. That's almost all I think about. I hate it."
"But you're talking to me now."
"I know, but I- I kind of just came a few minutes ago."
"Oh- well, that is- huh."
"My parents have been pretty cool about it, actually. They don't really get it, I think, but they've done some research over the years. They're switching off doing laundry. I go through sheets and underwear like nobody's business even with the pads. It's so gross. I leak all over the place." He heard a noise to indicate that Alfred had shuddered, "But hey, that's less awkward than the fact that they bought be a toy."
"They what?"
"Yeah. When they found out I was going into heat, they bought me a vibrator made especially for Omegas. It's really big to start with, and then if you press this button it knots and it's actually really nice and why am I telling you this?"
"I don't know." Arthur said honestly. He also didn't know why his mind's eye was so intent on picturing it. Alfred flushed red, eyes dark with lust, parting his knees and spreading himself with one hand as the other moved his toy closer and closer and-
Arthur shook his head. Damn Alpha hormones. That had to be what it was. His body knew that there was an unbonded Omega in heat and it wanted a mate. Someday he'd try to take one, but not Alfred. Never Alfred. They were just friends… right?
They talked for a while longer about goings on at school, about the crazy things Alfred's family was doing,
When he slept that night he dreamed of that someday. But it was Alfred. He guided him onto the bed and filled him and he could just sense that Alfred was pregnant.
The next morning he took an extra long shower and scrubbed himself extra thoroughly to make himself feel clean again.
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Rating/warnings: T for adolescents discussing sexuality and Omegaverse. Eventually will become M for sex and mpreg.
Word Count: 1854
Summary: Growing up isn't always easy. It gets a lot harder when your best friend turns out to be an Omega who is determined not to let it mean anything. A guide for this omegaverse can be found here.
Arthur glanced over to Alfred's empty desk and frowned. He was missing school again. He hadn't seen him since last Wednesday and before that he had been really mad about something or other. He was snapping at people all the time, and that was Arthur's job.
He wasn't worried about him, though, not at all! He- he just needed help with his math was all. Algebra wasn't as easy for him as it was for Alfred. Besides, now that he was gone all the other kids came up and started bothering him and it was easier to ignore just one.
And for those reasons and no other ones he ended up on Alfred's doorstep. When he told the teacher that he was going to check up on him she gave him a weird look and said "maybe that's not for the best," but after he argued with her for twenty minutes that he was going to see him no matter what she sighed and gave him Alfred's assignments.
After school ended, Arthur found himself on Alfred's front porch. He shifted the books into one hand and knocked on the door. Mrs. Jones opened the door and looked surprised to see him standing there.
"Hello, Mrs. Jones," Arthur said, "Can I come in and see Alfred?"
"No!" She said too quickly.
Arthur looked up at her in confusion- although he didn't have to look up very much. He'd grown a foot since he'd moved here and was almost as tall as she was now- She has always encouraged him to come over before, saying that it gave her sons someone else to play with. And to be told flat out to go away by her, it actually sort of hurt. "Why not?" He asked.
"I-I don't want you to get sick too, dearie." She said, patting him on his head with a forced smile.
"But you've been around him since he got sick and you're fine." He pointed out, wanting to know more about the situation.
"I'm his mother, Artie."
Arthur brushed off the petname, "Is he alright?"
"He'll be fine. He just needs some rest is all. In fact, he's napping right now."
"Are you sure? He's never been this sick before…"
"Why don't I tell him to give you a call when he wakes up? Then you can talk without waking him up or worrying about getting sick."
"Alright," Arthur said, looking down at the ground. He missed Alfred. Talking would be good and all, but he wanted to finally hug the big oaf back. He wanted to hold him close and tell him it would all be fine. He wanted to give Alfred whatever he needed to make it better. He wanted… to stop having thoughts like that! He'd been thinking that way since Alfred had gotten crabby and he wasn't totally comfortable with it.
"Are those Alfred's things?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah," He held out the books and sheets, "When the teacher heard I was coming over she told me to bring these."
"Thank you, Arthur," Her smile was much more sincere this time, "I'm sure he'll be glad to have something to keep him busy. Don't worry, I'll let him call before I make him do any of this."
Arthur smiled back, "Thanks a lot, Mrs. Jones."
He went home as quickly as possible and set up camp on the kitchen table with a cordless phone right next to him. He did all of his homework there and refused to move the phone for dinner. Even after that, he read books right in that seat. He had decided not to move an inch until his best friend called.
It was almost bedtime when the phone finally rang. He answered it in the very first ring.
"Hello, Kirkland residence," he said, trying to contain his excitement and hoping to god that it was Alfred.
"Hi, Art," Alfred said. He sounded terrible. His voice was rough, as though he'd been shouting for hours. "How've you been?"
"How have I been?" Arthur snapped to hide his elation, "You're the one who's missed a week of school!"
"Aw, was Artie-warty worried about me?" he teased with a sing-song voice.
"I am not worried. I just want to know why you've been gone so long. …Not that school isn't much more bearable with you elsewhere."
"Ha! I knew you missed me!"
"I bloody well did not!"
Alfred laughed, "Whatever you say. Don't worry about it, though. I'll be fine."
"That's what your mum said."
"So she's not always full of crap," He mused.
Arthur sighed. "What I mean is, I want more detail: what exactly is wrong with you?"
"Well, I- That is-" He continued to stutter for a while more.
Arthur furrowed his brow. It wasn't normal for Alfred to be speechless. But then again, none of this was really normal.
"Are you alone?" Alfred finally asked quietly.
"I can be." Arthur said. He stood and went to the room he shared with Liam and closed the door. He then shoved a chair under the knob for good measure and plopped down on his bed. "Alright, you can tell me now."
Alfred took a deep breath, "I'm an Omega, Arthur, and I'm right in the middle of my first heat."
"What?"
"I'm an Omega, and-"
"No, I heard you. I just- Did you know ahead of time?"
"Yeah," Alfred said, "We knew since I was a baby. They had me tested."
"But your parents are both Betas."
"I know, but my Grandpa on my mom's side was an Alpha and my uncle on my dad's side is, so we knew there would be a chance. Being natured a recessive trait. Remember, we were talking about that in science a couple of weeks ago?"
"I do, but if nothing else, aren't you a little young? None of the other Omegas in our class-"
"Fuck the other Omegas in our class!"
Arthur was taken aback for a moment. Alfred almost never swore.
"I'm sorry. I've been really emotional lately. It's part of the deal. I've been reading stuff online, though, and it says it gets at least a little better every time you go through it. Anyway, twelve isn't too young for the first time. Yeah, average is thirteen or fourteen, but I've always been pretty physically mature for my age. When I felt it coming on, we talked to the school and they said it's not exactly common but they do deal with it pretty regularly."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Arthur asked, "I would have liked to know why you were gone."
Alfred sighed, "I'm not proud of this, Art. I don't like being this way. Look at all the other Omegas: all they do at recess is sit around and talk about Alphas and play house or gossip. I like playing sports with you guys and talking about video games and science and stuff at lunch. That's more who I am. I want to do more with my life than being some stupid baby factory."
"There is nothing wrong with the way you are," Arthur said before he could stop himself, "I don't care that you're an Omega. You're still Alfred. You've always been an Omega, but that hasn't stopped you before. Why should it stop you now, even if you have to spend a week a year at home?"
They were both silent for a moment. Arthur slowly turned red as he realized what he had said.
"Thanks, Artie," Alfred said softly, "That's just what I wanted to hear. I miss you too. I wish you were here with me."
"If you're just in heat, why didn't your mum let me come in and see you?"
"I-I heard her talking to dad earlier. She was afraid you'd try to breed me."
"What? Alfred, I don't even turn thirteen until March! We couldn't handle a baby!"
Alfred laughed, "Yeah, but you know how much of a worrywart mom is. She's scared about leaving her little baby Omega alone with a big scary Alpha. Because you know I could never take you in a fight or anything and you wouldn't be able to be within ten feet of me without trying to rape me."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "We're going to have to teach her better."
"Yeah, we are."
Silence stretched between them again until Arthur sheepishly asked, "So what's it like? Being in heat, I mean."
Alfred was quiet for a few moments, clearly thinking it over, but then he said, "It's hard to describe. I feel really weak, but I'm full of energy too. But it's like all I want to do is fuck. That's almost all I think about. I hate it."
"But you're talking to me now."
"I know, but I- I kind of just came a few minutes ago."
"Oh- well, that is- huh."
"My parents have been pretty cool about it, actually. They don't really get it, I think, but they've done some research over the years. They're switching off doing laundry. I go through sheets and underwear like nobody's business even with the pads. It's so gross. I leak all over the place." He heard a noise to indicate that Alfred had shuddered, "But hey, that's less awkward than the fact that they bought be a toy."
"They what?"
"Yeah. When they found out I was going into heat, they bought me a vibrator made especially for Omegas. It's really big to start with, and then if you press this button it knots and it's actually really nice and why am I telling you this?"
"I don't know." Arthur said honestly. He also didn't know why his mind's eye was so intent on picturing it. Alfred flushed red, eyes dark with lust, parting his knees and spreading himself with one hand as the other moved his toy closer and closer and-
Arthur shook his head. Damn Alpha hormones. That had to be what it was. His body knew that there was an unbonded Omega in heat and it wanted a mate. Someday he'd try to take one, but not Alfred. Never Alfred. They were just friends… right?
They talked for a while longer about goings on at school, about the crazy things Alfred's family was doing,
When he slept that night he dreamed of that someday. But it was Alfred. He guided him onto the bed and filled him and he could just sense that Alfred was pregnant.
The next morning he took an extra long shower and scrubbed himself extra thoroughly to make himself feel clean again.
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