Re: [R-18] Slaves to Biology

by Alpha Jones, MD Wed Oct 17, 2012 4:18 am

He knew that smell.

Someone was in heat.

His eyes scanned through the crowds of the big hall, looking for a body figure that would match with what he was smelling. As he passed by a loner's table, he abruptly stopped. The smell had become stronger. He turned his head and saw a lone teen leaving the hall, the sway of his hips so distinct of that kind.

Oh boy, he grinned ferociously. What a delicious looking body.

He followed the boy, keeping his distance so as to not make it obvious that he had intentions. When the boy entered the quiet library, with its lack of students and relaxed atmosphere, he knew he was lucky.

He saw the boy move toward a more secluded spot inside the big room. He observed the blonde, and upon hearing the delicious sound emitted from those lips, his senses were telling him to go for it.

Discreetly, he crept upon the sitting blonde and placed a strong hand on his mouth. He pulled him from his chair, and dragged the struggling boy behind the tall shelves.

by Omega Arthur Wed Oct 17, 2012 4:27 am

The biology notes were not going well. He had been here for a few minutes, and he was already not making sense of all the words. Arthur stared at the page as if it was speaking nonsense at him. It might as well have been. With distress, he rubbed his temples and tried to see clearly. The words were sharp and in front of him, but he could make sense of not a single one!

It was ridiculous how strange he felt. Like someone had stirred him up on the inside and now he was fighting to recover. He scratched his cheeks, as if that would help him recover, and he shuffled in the seat. His backside was starting to ache, a tingling need for attention inside of him. Arthur could barely think in this state.

He moaned, and that was when it happened. A mouth slammed over his lips, and they forced him up and out of his chair before he could even tell what was happening. Finally when his mind had caught up, he clawed at the decidedly male boy's hands to try get them to let go as he was forced, stumbling, behind a few of the bookshelves. He gave a whimper of fear,, green eyes widened as he realised that something horrible was just about to happen.

Did his scent cause someone to snap?!

Was it that strong?!

He glanced up at the other boy, trying to scope how much trouble he was in.

by Alpha Jones, MD Wed Oct 17, 2012 4:48 am

Having the blonde teen in his clutches, he could clearly smell the distinct scent. He could feel the arousal stir inside him, burning his deeper core. He wanted to have a taste of this flesh. He wanted to sink deep inside this body, this soft body that he knew would feel so good around his cock.

He pushed the blonde down and climbed on top of the body, keeping his weight on the boy's middle. He gathered the wrists in one hand and forced them up, locking those hands in place. He began to press his face against the exposed neck, loving the sounds this body was emitting, loving the scent he could strongly smell on that neck. He licked on it, tasting the slight sweat that gathered beneath those ears, and the two of them shuddered, one in delight, one in disgust.

His free hand began to roam on the clothed chest, and yanked the tucked uniform roughly. He slipped his hand underneath the shirt, feeling the smooth torso and erect nipples. He continued to lap on the skin in front of his face, relishing on the suppressed cries and the thick smell of arousal.

His hand played with erect nipples, twisting and pulling harshly, getting more turned on with each pained yelp the boy gave. His hand then traveled lower, grazing the growing erection on the crotch, pushing the legs spread before slipping his hand inside those pants. He bypassed the cock and went straight to the hole, where he knew his ultimate goal was.

He was quite surprised with the wet tissues he felt, but he was beyond caring. He slipped a finger without any preamble and began to thrust in and out.

by Omega Arthur Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:02 am

The scent of the Omega trapped beneath him only increased as the other male, who Arthur realised was a slightly younger student just about to enter his prime, started to thrust his finger in and out of his hole. Arthur flinched, but he was effectively silenced. His mouth was wide ajar and he gasped through it, desperate for air, while his eyes remained opened right apart, pupils seeming small as he turned his head and stared off into space.

He was a virgin. A virgin who, in his both fear and chastity, had never braved touching himself penetratively. Stroking himself was nice, but he knew all of his hotspots were within him. He had always believed that he would let his body be penetrated by the man he loved, once he got to the right point in a relationship. That was what he thought his first time would be like. Romantic, consensual.

The reality was quite different. Here he was, with his coital channel being thrust into by a digit that was not his own. He could feel the student - probably an alpha by virtue of his size and strength - rub his rough fingertips over his internal walls. His natural lubricant spread around his entrance, waiting to be filled up. It was a complete invasion of him. But at the same time...

He could not push the other away. He could not even gather the wits to. Nor to scream out. He was practically paralysed; like the more powerful male had defeated him, and now he was allowed to eat up his fill. Like his biology called to him to submit and let the other male have sex with him. Desperate to create small kin. Needing the other to pleasure him. And pleasure him, he did. It was horrible, but Arthur's body was reacting. Without even thinking about it, Arthur had started senselessly rutting against his finger--fingers--till he had to force himself to stop.

"S-s..." he moaned lightly, closing his eyes. He had no will to murmur any more. "St...."

by Alpha Jones, MD Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:35 am

Guilt and disgust was pooling in Alfred's body as he stepped out of the men's bathroom. He still couldn't believe what he had done. To actually do that thing... with the thoughts of his best friend. Fuck, how low could he stoop? Was he still Arthur's best friend if he had... jerked off (at this, he gave a shudder) with the thoughts of him?

He wanted to bang his head against a wall, really.

When Alfred arrived in the dining hall, he couldn't spot Arthur. He craned his neck and looked everywhere, but the familiar sight of his friend's sandy blonde hair was nowhere to be found. He scratched his temple as he thought of the possible places Arthur was most likely lurking.

Oh, the library.

Alfred gritted his teeth as he thought of how near he was a while ago to the library. He walked his way towards it, regret still swirling hotly inside him.

When he was inside the library, he immediately went to Arthur's favorite spot, a secluded location where he could read in peace. He smiled a bit. His best friend really was an introvert. But as he neared the location, he suddenly felt the air shifting, like something was totally wrong with the scene. Arthur wasn't there. But his notes were present, laying open. Could it be he was looking for a book in one of the shelves?

The tall blonde turned around when his nose identified that scent. That same sweet scent that plagued him minutes ago. And this time it was much stronger, thicker than the last time he had inhaled it. His eyes began to dilate, but since he had more control this time, he was able to hold off his arousal. He wasn't feeling good about this. He hoped Arthur was just there, on the other side of the shelf.

What met Alfred F. Jones behind the shelves made him see red.

A fucking nobody lying atop of his best friend, Arthur.

Disgusting fingers shoved down inside Arthur's pants.

Unworthy hand gripping Arthur's wrists.

Filthy tongue licking on his Arthur's neck.

The worst of all, Arthur's face was shining with both pleasure and helplessness.

Without thinking, Alfred launched and plucked the offending body off on top of Arthur. The other person landed with an "Ooof" but didn't get to catch his breath as Alfred straddled him and threw a big punch to his jaw. The boy cried out, but was silenced as large hands began to squeeze his throat.

The taller blonde hissed, "You are never gonna touch Arthur again, or I'll make sure the Military will be the one to dispose your useless body." He squeezed tighter, and the boy's struggles lessened.

"You fucking hear me, asshole!" Alfred squeezed hard, and seeing the boy nod weakly, he let go and allowed the body to crumple on the floor. "No one will hear about this incident, or else you'll wish you have never been alive, fucktard." Alfred kicked him in the torso for good measure.

He immediately went to Arthur's side. He reined in all his arousal, allowing his anger and worry to dominate his feelings. He gently tucked Arthur's shirt back into his pants and zipped it. He gathered Arthur in his arms as he carried his friend in bridal style. He need to go back to his penthouse. Screw afternoon classes.

by Omega Arthur Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:59 am

The seconds when Alfred stormed into their reclusive section of the library went just as fast as the deed itself felt to him. When he heard steps he first thought that another Alpha had caught scent of him and wanted to finish the other's job. At the sight of his friend, Arthur stared blankly but was internally glad. Thick fingers, three of them, were pulled out of him almost violently as Alfred tossed the other aside.

He missed what was said. His body was whining for more, yet he could not give it to himself. He wanted to curl up, and introduce his fingers into himself to finish the other's job. Arthur realised too late that he was hard and would probably have difficulty in getting it down. How awkward of a situation.

As he was lifted up and re-chastised, Arthur grabbed a-hold of Alfred's clothing. He stared into space, as the realisation of what happened begun to dawn on him. Without his consent, another male had been touching his body; touching his nipples, licking his neck, fingering him from inside. He had been ravished. It was only the first day of his first ever heat.

Was it this dangerous?! Was he a ticking time bomb? Was this why they kept everyone so separated? Maybe he was born to be isolated after all.

"T-Thank you," Arthur mumbled to Alfred, and he wrapped his arms around him his neck, clinging to him protectively. The corridors were not too filled, though a few people did see how Alfred was carrying the smaller Brit. His things were left on the library desk. Someone would find them later. The nice female Beta in the library would probably clear it up and stash it away for him for safekeeping.

How distressing for his best friend to see. But at least he saved him before it was too late. If he was five minutes later, he might have already have been--Arthur swallowed, hating that thought. Now his mind was not quite as hazy, he clung to Alfred for emotional support. Now he knew the dangerous effects of his biology, he did not know what to do.

by Alpha Jones, MD Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:06 am

Alfred and Arthur arrived on the floor of his penthouse dormitory. It was situated at the corner of the campus, near the Alpha and Beta dormitories. His father wanted to have the best comfort for his son and secured a penthouse that was available for those interested.

The blue-eyed blonde was quite unhappy with being alone in his penthouse. He wanted to be with other people too, to experience how it was like to live with a roommate. But no, his father was very particular with him living in the penthouse, and he begrudgingly followed his father's orders.

He was so indebted with his father for this decision.

He could keep Arthur inside for a while without anyone to bother the two of them.

Alfred was straining against his increasing arousal. He was smothered with Arthur's delicious scent that it was taking almost all of his control to not screw Arthur. Only his sense of heroism and his loyalty (and something he wouldn't acknowledge yet) were stopping him from dropping his inhibitions.

He was starting to feel the effects of Arthur's pheromones. He was beginning to sweat, his heart rate increasing, and his pupils were taking in more light. The erection he was keeping at bay was slowly making itself known. Damn it.

Alfred settled down Arthur gently, allowing the shorter male to lean on him while he groped for his keys. Upon finding the key ring, he inserted and twisted the knob, sighing in relief when he finally set foot inside the premises of his own privacy. He carried Arthur again, noticing the slight bulging of his crotch. Alfred blushed as his mind began to wander to the prohibited areas of his brain. It was not helping his situation at all. He shifted his hold on Arthur, and his friend had to moan in a sexy manner that Alfred felt his pants getting tighter.

Hating his body for betraying him, he swiftly maneuvered his way towards his bedroom. He deposited Arthur on his bed, removing his shoes, hoping that Arthur would feel better soon.

It was so hard to remove himself from that room because Arthur was looking so hot and tasty and he was as frustrated as he was in the bathroom a while ago. He pulled himself out and closed the door, throwing himself to his couch and began to think of what the heck just happened.

He was thinking of doing things with his best friend.

Said best friend was seen being molested by someone else.

He got angry with that person and threatened his life.

He had his best friend inside his room.

Alfred groaned. He wasn't used to dealing with these kinds of things. But he really wanted to protect Arthur. His green-eyed friend might say the truth or not, but he was in heat. It was so hard for Alfred to admit it to himself, let alone change the concept of his Beta best friend to something that was very much different than he was used to.

But did it really matter in the end? What one's societal class was? Arthur was still Arthur despite his apparent Omega class. He was still his best friend. Those beautiful green eyes still held on that fiery glare when he was not satisfied or amused. Those deft fingers when he makes his own scarves and handkerchief patterns. His soft smile when he was pleased with you.

God, he just wanted Arthur. In whatever form he could have. Just Arthur Kirkland.

He turned in his couch and recalled what he learned in his class a while ago. Omega underwent heats that last them five to eight days. And to lessen the heat period, one must... must... have sex with them.

Alfred blushed, his brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't! It was just so wrong to think of doing that to his best friend! But what were you doing a while ago, a devious voice said at the back of his head, weren't you fantasizing about those hips against yours?

Shut up, he thought back.

This was not helping his situation at all.

But he was really worried about Arthur. He decided to just take a peek on how Arthur was faring. He twisted the knob of his door and looked inside.

Only to see a moaning, squirming Arthur resisting to touch himself.

Oh, he was royally screwed.

by Omega Arthur Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:38 am

In all of his time of knowing Alfred, he had never seen the other's room. Still, now was not a time to pay attention to the gritty details. Everything he looked at did not really sink in. His head was spinning and if he closed his eyes, he felt like he was in flight. His body was burning in very specific places; mainly his cheeks, loins and even his fingertips were tingling. How was he meant to control himself when he had to deal with this?!

As he was deposited onto the bed, he immediately made himself tangled within the covers. Normally if he felt ill, he would sneak beneath and rest there and hope to get better - but this was an entirely different concept. He was not recovering from something that was rare. This was a build-up of hormones, an instance where his body was fighting back against his mind. He was incapable of leaving the house, but he was ready. Writhing. Hoping for his body to be filled.

Without thinking, Arthur pushed his fingers into his underwear. He could not take it anymore. The other student's fingers pushing firmly in and out of him opened up a new world for him, and a new thing to become aroused over. He shuffled in his place, and slowly slid his fingertips back down his cleft, spreading his cheeks apart. The young male stuffed his whole hand into his boxers, and placed his fingers near his hole, feeling the wet sensation.

Oh, what he would not give to press his fingers deep inside himself. To have something there to hopelessly rut against. He had entertained the ideas of having sex with a man before. He had been aroused by the thought of being deliciously fucked in the past. But now, only now, was his body begging for it so desperately.

He whipped his hand out. He was nervous and he just couldn't do anything about it. Arthur could not bring himself to penetrate himself today anymore than any other day. He rubbed his temples, and shook his head, and shuffled his knees further apart. Finally, he grabbed hold of Alfred's duvet, and slotted his legs in-between it. As Arthur pulled the duvet further over his body, he trapped it in his legs and started to slowly rut against it. He bit the top, sucking on the material as he rolled his body.

Everything had come on so quickly. He was consumed by a feeling he had never felt before.

by Alpha Jones, MD Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:18 am

The first thing his brain registered were the delicious moans from Arthur. It was faint and suppressed but his ears could hear them and were conjuring beautiful scenarios in his head. Next, his brain registered the scene of Arthur rutting against his own sheet with his face flushed and needy and he was panting -- oh holy shit!

A metaphorical sound of a breaking glass bounced around Alfred's head as his control and coherency shattered in a blink of an eye.

He strode towards the rutting male, inhaling more of the pheromones Arthur was releasing from his body. His body began to stir with the arousal he was denying to himself minutes ago. He took in the sight of a debauched Arthur on his bed, and it was like all his fantasies his horny mind supplied were coming true.

Alfred knelt on the bed, gently pulling the cover off from Arthur's body, showing Alfred the bare skin of his thigh, the pants that were on his legs already, and the boxers that were exposing his hipbone and some of those golden curls.

Alfred gritted his teeth. He must remember that this was Arthur, not just any other person.

Leaning into his friend's body, he whispered, "Artie, it's me, Alfred. Allow me to take care of you. Let me ease the ache you feel."

He felt Arthur nod a little before he dove in and kissed those plump lips, cupping the cheek and brushing the tears that formed under his right eye.

Alfred knew he was just helping Arthur with his heat. Nothing more of it, he told himself, pushing Arthur down with his weight.

by Omega Arthur Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:55 pm

He barely recognised the friend that had climbed onto the covers with him at first. As far as Arthur was concerned, it could have been anyone. While they pressed down into his body, Arthur feverishly pressed back against them, lost to the sensations that entrapped him.

Yet, at the sound of his voice, Arthur's eyes opened properly and he saw the recognisable lick of hair above his head, and something from within him back him relax. His words were blurred in his head, slurred together, but he caught the gist of it. All he knew was that Alfred was going to help, and he nodded.

The kiss was tender. Too soft for his hungry needs. However, Arthur did not try to force it into something much stronger. It was his first kiss. Potentially not for them both, but it was nonetheless something special. Perhaps Arthur knew that. He let it be soft and consensual between them, a pleased noise escaping him halfway through as Alfred's hand brushed his cheek.

As Alfred pressed his body down over his, Arthur reacted. Suddenly, Alfred was entangled by legs at his hips and arms at his shoulders. When Arthur pushed upwards, Alfred could easily feel the erection Arthur had amassed grinding neatly against his own. His best friend broke the kiss and stared at him, eyes glazed over with something new.

"...'fred..."

by Alpha Jones, MD Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:32 am

Alfred felt limbs wrap around his middle, and he was suddenly pulled into Arthur's flush body, heat against heat, lips still intact. He was honestly surprised with Arthur's abrupt reaction, but the erection pressing against his torso, the glazed look on those green eyes, and the half-moaned "Alfred" snapped him back to his real goal: to ease the heat building within his best friend.

With all the tenderness he could muster in his own state of arousal, he cupped both of Arthur's cheeks and kissed him open-mouthed. As he maintained the kiss, his hands slid down, caressing the pale neck. He gently tugged Arthur's shirt off his pants, unbuttoned it, and pulled them off his shoulders, exposing the balls of his shoulders and his chest. Alfred ran his hands on the available expanse of skin, loving the moans that escaped Arthur's lips and the shudder that came along with each touch. Each of his hands rubbed against the pert nipples, stroking and lightly twisting.

Alfred's mouth moved southward, kissing the neck Arthur offered, wanting to erase the taste and memory of that asshole who violated Arthur. He finally gave in to his fantasies and sank his teeth on the exposed flesh, unconsciously marking Arthur. He bit on the earlobe and whispered, low and gruff, "Artie, you'll feel good. So good that you'll forget what happened to you before. I'll make you forget it Arthur. Rely on me. I'll protect you."

His hands slid down from the shorter blonde's chest to his torso, feeling Arthur's skin against his palms. He felt Arthur's sides, mapping out the body underneath him. He bit on Arthur's collarbone. His mouth slowly descended to the chest of his partner, latching on to one pink nipple, twirling his tongue on the areola, sucking on the bud.

by Omega Arthur Thu Oct 18, 2012 2:24 am

Slowly, Arthur felt Alfred peel off his shirt and he half-listened to it fall to the floor with a 'flump'. His overly warm skin touched the air, and found the cooling sensation hitting him to be more numbing than pleasurable. Arthur's skin crawled for want of being covered, censored and heated by Alfred's touches - or anyone's. It was lucky that Alfred had pulled him away from the school. He knew now just how dangerous his infliction could be. And all Omegas felt like this?!

As Alfred's hands pressed against his bare flesh, exposed to the other male for the first time, Arthur gave a hiss in response. He pushed his chest towards the probing fingers which pinched and twisted the tiny, dark pink nubs, hungrily searching for more. Unlike Alphas and Betas, Omega's nipples were very sensitive. Each brush of the pad of Alfred's finger made him shiver, with the sensations arching from the touched spot itself all the way down his chest and towards his upper back.

Arthur could feel himself aching desperately for release. His hardened self pressed against the other's, and he begun to slowly rub their crotches together. Even when he gathered enough sense to realise that he was pushing against a classmate, he did nothing to stop himself. It was quite clear that this would end only in orgasm, and Arthur wanted to do everything in his power to make it happen soon before he embarrassed himself more.

Senselessly, he realised what a fool he was being. He realised that he was on the verge of having sex with his best friend. Alfred's willpower appeared to be amazing. Arthur was sure that any other man would have flipped him over and slammed inside of him by now. Little did he know about Alfred's masturbation over him an hour or so before. Had Alfred not done it, he might have lost the battle to himself by now.

As Alfred whispered that he would protect him, Arthur gave a small whimper of acknowledgement. He was glad to be somewhere else, isolated with a good friend of his, even if this was still not the most ideal of situations. But he would rather Alfred to another, any day. At least Alfred could take care of him.

The kisses felt delightful as they were peppered to his skin. Arthur's head tilted back in delight, and he felt his throat reverberate with moan after breathless moan. His heart was racing, coursing in response, making his chest thump visibly. Alfred's inevitable licks over his nipples only made Arthur shriek. Thank gosh that Alfred was rich, and they were alone. He dug his fingers into Alfred's sunny blond hair, and Arthur glanced down at the other.

"I-I...n-nm...side...?" He gasped, need speaking for him.

by Alpha Jones, MD Thu Oct 18, 2012 4:50 am

"I-I...n-nm...side...?"

The sounds coming from Arthur was the best thing he heard, even if he really didn't want to label it -- the half-formed demand with pleading tones and gasps of pleasure. A perfect mix for his very aroused mind.

Alfred gave a quick nod and left the nipple he was suckling and trailed kisses down to the quivering abdomen, nuzzling his nose against the dip of Arthur's bellybutton, his hands sliding the boxers off the shorter boy's hips. Arthur's erection bounced upon the removal of his boxers, the tip leaking of precum already. Alfred spread his partner's legs, exposing the puckered hole that was slightly dripping with lubrication.

The blue-eyed blonde took a deep breath, and the hesitation that momentarily stopped him from continuing was destroyed by Arthur's pheromones. He dipped his head and took Arthur's length into his mouth, not caring that it was his first time sucking a cock. It seemed that the motion of doing these things to Arthur was ingrained in his system, and he temporarily pondered if all these things were ingrained into his being, as an Alpha.

He continued licking the head of the cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, his one hand holding Arthur's hips in place while his dominant hand crept into the wet hole. He easily inserted one finger, feeling Arthur's thigh muscles shudder with the intrusion. The finger began to roam inside, coating more of the walls with the lubricant until he found the coital channel and started to thrust, in and out.

He gently eased another finger inside. Two fingers stimulated the coital channel while one mouth was sucking on the erect cock. Alfred looked up to see Arthur's face, wanting to gauge his reaction.

by Omega Arthur Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:12 am

There was no doubt that after this, things would be changed. It would be different, between them and around other people too. Would Alfred interpret all others surrounding Arthur to be a threat, and obsessively protect the friend he had grown up with? Would Arthur become scared of other men, fearful of what they would do to his body if they could?

He was like a forbidden fruit. His flesh and juices were delicious, but he was not allowed to be touched. Yet, when he was exposed, no man would resist him. It was lucky that Alpha women were less effected by Omega men, but they were threats too.

Arthur tried to ignore his thoughts. As Alfred started to gently suck on his cock, Arthur cracked his eyes open and stared down at the movement of Alfred's lips, sliding up and down over him. His lips parted and he gasped for air, listening to it hiss as it passed the very slight gaps between a few of his gritted teeth. Blond eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his legs right up.

He was a shadow of the man Alfred knew. A carnal, desiring being without the sense to show for his achievements. Even as a 'beta', he was a high achiever, grades-wise and academically. He was a walking example of why they should be equal. It was just a shame that he had the worst affliction.

His coital channel was soft, just like a vagina in most ways. His inner lubricant coated Alfred's fingers and made the penetration into his body relatively easily. As Arthur shuffled his hips to get more comfortable, the channel enclosed over the long digits, squeezing them in further rather than pushing them out. A hot, insatiable stinging in his hips made Arthur start to thrust against Alfred's hand, desperate for relief, as his eyes focused on Alfred's as he sucked on him.

That tongue over his head. Those fingers within him. He wanted more. So much more.

His head felt back against the pillows and he groaned loudly to the sky.

by Alpha Jones, MD Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:58 am

Seeing those green eyes get lost in the pleasure he was giving, Alfred inserted another digit, responding to the silent demand of more. Three fingers were then pushing inside the soft, wet coital channel, hitting the thinly covered back portion of the prostate.

Upon hearing Arthur groan, he increased his pace -- thrusting his fingers faster, sucking the cock deeper into his mouth. Alfred's nose hit the curls of Arthur's pubic hair, tickling him. He felt the tip of the cock hit his throat and he gagged, but despite it, continued to suck.

He hoped Arthur would come soon. He wanted to end this already. Half of him felt guilty taking advantage of his friend like this. But half of him wanted to see Arthur's face as he comes in his orgasm. He was curious. Did it look as debauched as the Arthur in his bed was? Or would it be way more awesome?

He continued looking at Arthur's face as he sucked and fingered him, his arousal straining against his pants. He struggled with setting aside his need, but he managed to do so.

by Omega Arthur Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:14 pm

"Oh," Arthur groaned as the fingers slickly pressed against the thin barrier over his prostate. The nervy sensations that spiralled through him made his legs part even further, and his insides squeezed and relaxed repeatedly around the offending digits probing him from within. "Oh."

Green orbs showed through cracks in his eyelids, and he stared at Alfred's expression. At first, all he could see was Alfred's hair and his pointed nose sticking out as he sucked on his cock, deliciously good tongue stroking the bottom half and pressing against it, making his cheeks compress against him without even realising. He could feel himself start to pour small amounts of pre-cum into Alfred's mouth already.

He was close. So close, and seeing his best friend do these things to him was not helping. Arthur loved it. He wanted Alfred to eat up his fill.

Something snapped in Arthur, and he reached down and beneath to grab hold of the hand that was pressing the digits into him, ceasing its actions. He rutted needily against those fingertips. "I want it inside of me," Arthur moaned. His eyes were glazed over as if he was in some sort of trance. Arthur suddenly grasped Alfred's chin, and pulled the American away from his erection. He cupped his cheek, and showed a desperate, if cracked smile. "Put it inside of me, Alfred. I want it in me. Take me. Take me."

His begging did not last long. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and gave a strangled noise, before he darted his legs away from Alfred and curled up. He slid two fingers against his entrance, and he started to pump feverishly at himself. Arthur's cheeks burned bright red, especially as he finally reached completion and orgasmed against his hand, stretching and arching his stomach as he did so.

"Al...!" He moaned accidentally, last minute.

by Alpha Jones, MD Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:19 pm

Alfred was not the type of person who waited for what he wanted. When Arthur pulled away from him, with those needy words still ringing around his head, the urge to yank him back and just screw him then and there was almost too strong to hold back. But he was curious, very curious on what Arthur was doing. 'Why did he pull away when he just said before that he wanted me to put it in and take him?' Alfred thought, his curiosity getting the better of his horny half.

He was surprised to see Arthur curl up -- one hand reached for his hole while the other grabbed his cock already leaking with precum -- and began to pleasure himself. Alfred's breath was momentarily knocked out from him. The smaller hand seizing the erect penis, stroking it up and down, producing more pre-ejaculate with every pull. Those slim fingers pushing inside its owner's hole, stretching the tight ring of muscles, spilling more of the lubricant and spreading open the pink puckered hole, playing and teasing and pushing -- !

Alfred couldn't help himself anymore. His hand shot down to hurriedly open his zip and take out his own cock that was begging to be released. He stroked himself in tandem with Arthur's rhythm, fast and needy with a little bit of teasing. His eyes flicked back to Arthur's face, and seeing the pleasured, wanton look on those normally annoyed, frowning face helped Alfred come closer to his newly redirected goal of reaching orgasm for himself.

"Damn it," he panted. Arthur wasn't supposed to look this good. Heck, he wasn't supposed to see this side of Arthur. It should have been reserved for someone he loved and was intimate with. The fleeting thought made him grit his teeth, feeling both physical pleasure and emotional ache. No, he shouldn't think about this. He was so selfish to want Arthur. He should be glad, even, that he had been granted a glimpse of Arthur in his most basic instinct. But he just wanted so much more than this tease.

He wanted Arthur for himself alone.

Alfred saw the shorter blonde's body starting to stiffen, and he realized that Arthur was coming. He was about to reach orgasm. Selfishness overriding his decency, he crawled nearer, his hand still pumping his cock, as he watch those cheeks burning red, those eyes squeezing tight and leaking tears, and those pair of lips moving wordlessly except for a strangled "Al...!" when Arthur finally reached his orgasm.

Alfred was speechless.

His aroused mind was reeling again with the wrongness of the situation he was in, with Arthur's beautiful coming face, and his best friend calling out his name.

He stroked faster, letting the sound and vision his mind kept on playing fuel his desire.

by Omega Arthur Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:38 pm

Waves of pleasure coursed through him, from his skin to his very bones, along with the sticky white liquid that had burst out of his cock like ribbons into his awaiting hand. After his orgasm, he realised that his breathing was heavy and hissed slightly as he exhaled. He slowly tried to calm himself down, making him breathe through his nose rather than his mouth - though maintaining the switch back was still a struggle with this amount of almost post-coital exhaustion.

His mind felt like it was waking up, even though his eyelids had been active this entire time.

He let go of his position on the bed, where he had unknowingly clung to the sheets, and he looked down at his hand. It was wet, and he blinked as if he barely remembered it happening. He had muscle memory of the action occurring, but everything else seemed blurry. Arthur rubbed his eyes clean with his wrist just in case there were any sleep to be cleared away, but there was nothing.

Arthur felt open. So open. As his mind started to unsteadily come back, he rolled onto his front, which made him realise that he was naked. The young male looked ahead, and he saw Alfred staring at him. His best friend's eyelids were lowered and he was--Heaven above--stroking himself like there was no tomorrow. Arthur gasped, and he watched his best friend quickly jack off to him.

They were alone. He felt somewhat open and pleasured. A wet feeling around his dick. Arthur sat up slightly, feeling the wet sensation of his lubricant. After a few seconds, he recalled what had happened. Arthur exhaled a breath which made him shudder from the core. So this was what it was like being an Omega. Waking up to your best friend next to you, desperate not to plough you down.

Still...

"T-Thanks, Alfred," Arthur murmured. He closed his eyes and pressed against the pillows. He was so tired. The force of his orgasm hit him hard, and all he wanted to do now was rest his body. He cracked an eyelid open. "For not, um. For not hurting me." He clarified.

by Alpha Jones, MD Thu Oct 18, 2012 2:29 pm

Alfred was startled back to coherency when he heard Arthur's timid voice thanking him. Damn, he felt awful. He was -- there was no other way of putting it -- taking advantage of his best friend, and masturbating in front of him, who happened to be an Omega-in-heat, and he was being thanked for? He couldn't look into Arthur's eyes, knowing that he had breached their friendship with his stupid Alpha instinct.

He stopped jerking himself off. He didn't make eye contact with his best friend. Disgust crept into his chest and held him hostage. He wanted to leave to give Arthur privacy but he was immobilized. He was afraid to move. It was like awaiting for his punishment, and Arthur was the judge.

He heard Arthur clarify what he was thanking him for. For not hurting him. He wanted to break down and cry. Arthur was such a good person.

Alfred ignored his erection and crawled towards Arthur's spent body, seeing the effects of what he had majorly contributed on. His heart throbbed both in satisfaction of the wonderful sight and in regret for getting carried away. He pulled Arthur into his arms and squeezed him lightly, petting his hair. He kissed his cheek before whispering, "I'm sorry, Artie."

He placed Arthur down gently, brushing the locks out of his eyes before moving out from the bed and went to the shower room to continue relieving himself off.

by Omega Arthur Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:29 am

He held Arthur and shared with him love and warmth which they should not have felt. All of this was verging on the worse case scenario, although it was saved. Somehow, Alfred had managed to hold himself while Arthur's body was screaming out for attention, mostly in a penetrative way. No other man Arthur knew would have been able to do that. There was a lot of cheating between Alphas and their spouses and victim Omegas, after all. In their society, it was just an accident. The victims were accountable.

The apology was heartfelt. Arthur knew Alfred did not do anything serious. He remembered Alfred giving him a blow-job, and fingering him, and there being intense pleasure towards the two; but he did not take his virginity away, nor did he hurt him at any point. That was why Arthur was grateful. He knew Alfred. He knew he was strong. If he shoved him down, there was no way that he could have escaped.

He really was a fantastic friend. It didn't stop this occasion being horrific, however.

It was only when the door shut that Arthur realised that Alfred had gone. Maybe to... relieve himself. Arthur sighed and fell back against the sheets, rubbing his eyes with his wrists because he knew his hands had done dirty things. It was not the first time he had imagined touching or being touched by Alfred. He had imagined them having sex before. But he did immediately shake it out of his head. Forbidden thoughts over a forbidden friend. He guessed it was more likely than he thought.

Arthur groaned, and he curled into Alfred's sheets. He was so tired, and he could not help but let the sandman take him. As he started to fall asleep, he curled against Alfred's covers and pressed to Alfred's pillows, taking in Alfred's mild scent.

by Alpha Jones, MD Fri Oct 19, 2012 1:47 am

Alfred locked the shower room door and leaned against it, his mind still in a havoc of need and confusion. He glanced at his erection before glaring at it. He was disgusting. To lust for his best friend and to give in to his impulses. Despite the irony of it, he was thankful that he had only pleasured Arthur. That he hadn't inserted his cock inside that wet coital channel. Inside Arthur.

Images of Arthur's wanton, needy body flashed in Alfred's mind and he couldn't help it. He needed to jerk off. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower and turned open the knob for the hot shower first, stroking himself fast. He just wanted to end it already. When he reached climax, he slumped against the cold tile walls and switched the cold shower on to cool himself. He needed to clean his stained body.

After he finished his shower, he debated whether to go inside and get his clothes or to just sit around wrapped in a towel. He decided to just... allow Arthur to drift to sleep before going inside to avoid some awkward atmosphere. He sat down in one of the dining room chairs, just a towel wrapped around his waist, his thoughts running all over.

When he thought that Arthur might be sleeping already, he quietly entered his room again to change.

by Omega Arthur Fri Oct 19, 2012 2:07 am

When Alfred came inside of his room, Alfred was met with the sleeping form of the other male. He was laying on top of the sheets, but his thighs and arms were enclosed over the side of Alfred's bed covers. It was the first time Alfred had ever seen Arthur sleeping, and it was unlikely to be the last time either now.

The Omega looked... peaceful. Like his body did not remember the horrid things that had been happening to it recently. He had a slight smile, making him seem even more defenceless than usual. He barely ever broke down his 'barrier'; the protective spell he cast over himself to stop himself from getting into any harm. Alfred would likely be able to count the times that he saw him do so on one hand.

He made soft snuffling noises, and the naked teenager tugged the covers. Arthur enclosed his mouth over it, sucking lightly and unknowingly. "Nmm..."

by Alpha Jones, MD Fri Oct 19, 2012 2:52 am

Alfred hurriedly took a new set of clothes and changed. He removed the towel around his waist, slipped on his boxers and pants, and shrugged on a white shirt and a hoodie sweater. He looked back at the sleeping figure, and a bittersweet smile graced his lips. Arthur looked so peaceful, he thought. So peaceful that if no one was to see the mess on his body, one would assume he had just fallen asleep. No sex involved.

At that thought, Alfred gulped. This event they had would really change the way they would interact with each other. He hoped it was in a more forgiving manner? Or something positive.

He walked nearer his bed, intending to give Arthur some semblance of privacy. As his hands moved to pull the sheets over his friend's naked body, Arthur shifted and began to suck on the sheets. Alfred sighed fondly and ran his fingers on Arthur's hair. He pulled the sheet to cover Arthur and tucked him in.

He kissed his best friend's temple before walking out of the room, intending to divert his attention with some video games.

by Omega Arthur Fri Oct 19, 2012 3:07 am

Arthur smiled a little bit harder into his sleep at the kiss. At least, somewhere, he was contented.

For another five hours, not a peep was heard of Arthur and his presence within the Alpha's bedroom. It was like no one was in there at all. Even if Alfred pressed his ear to the white, painted wood of the door, he still would have struggled to hear Arthur's noise snuffles. It was good that he was a smooth sleeper, quiet for once.

On the fifth minute of said fifth hour, there was a shuffling from inside the room. The bed creaked as if someone was moving inside. They were. Arthur climbed off of the bed, and he grabbed his clothing, sliding them back on for now. He noticed that Alfred's had disappeared.

So, Arthur thought, he came in while he was asleep. Paranoid, Arthur checked himself to make sure he had not been penetrated but he was safe. It would have been unexpected too, if Alfred was into the dubious consent of a sleeping man or had lost his patience now of all times. He sighed.

There was a knock at the bedroom door, and he stalled. He did not know whether he should go out and see Alfred or not. Technically, he was still in heat. Yet he was able to control himself now. His cheeks were not quite as flushed and his body felt satisfied. It would take at least a few hours till he was in a needy state again.

"Alfred?" He called through the door. "It's--Me."

by Alpha Jones, MD Fri Oct 19, 2012 3:42 am

Arthur's situation and his earlier actions were at the back of Alfred's mind while he played those games for the first three hours. None of his classmates were looking for them, which he was glad. He couldn't think of an excuse as to why the two of them were absent in their afternoon classes. Thoughts about what would happen to them kept floating in and out of his consciousness even with the distraction of the RPG he was playing.

He quit playing the game on the third hour and he decided to take a nap on the couch.

On the fourth hour, he awoke from his nap due to his growling stomach. He forgot that he hadn't eaten anything for lunch yet. He sat up and went to one of his cupboards and fished for some potato chips. He sat on the couch again, mindlessly putting a chip into his mouth. He still couldn't accept what had happened to them. It was so hard to forgive himself when Arthur was still sleeping inside the room.

They needed to talk about this. They needed to find some solutions to Arthur's heat and how things would take place now. If Alfred were to have his opinions over the matter, he would rather have Arthur live with him than with the other Betas in the dormitory. And it's not because of his selfish reason or anything! And not because of jealousy that Arthur was having fun with his roommates or him feeling lonely in his penthouse. It wasn't safe for Arthur, he thought. His mind then supplied a thought, And you think you're safer than others?

He ignored the words and continued thinking about their situation, potato chips consumed. He didn't realize the time, and by the fifth hour he heard shuffling inside his room.

Alfred felt himself stiffen. Arthur was awake. How would he deal with him? His earlier thoughts are now gone, and he was left with the awkward feeling and the same old disgust. But he must face Arthur. He swallowed and went to his bedroom, standing outside the wooden door. He forced himself to knock. Arthur replied with a faint, "It's me."

Better face it now.

Alfred opened the door.

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