Holy crap thank you for writing ukus! You write them so well and I can’t wait to read more from you
That’s so nice of you to say, thank you! I’m not satisfied with how I write them, but maybe that’s a common problem with writers ^^' I’m bit busy currently but I’ll definitely write something when I can.
your newest fic about beta Alfred and Arthur is so interesting! Please write more!
Glad to hear you think so, anon! I plan on writing more whenever I have time to do so. I hope the story will stay interesting for you in the future as well ^-^
Pairing: UK/US
AU: Omegaverse, office
Rating: T+?
Genre: Romance, drama
A/N: English is not my first language so be prepared once again.
Uncomfortable, sir?
Summary: Arthur Kirkland, the CEO of Kirkland Publishing, is in need of a new secretary and it’s surprising for him to see an application from one Alfred F. Jones.
Prologue.
The first time Arthur met Alfred had been when he visited his business partner at their headquarters in New York three or four years back. Richard Johnson was a well-known CEO of Wide Horizon Co. and Alfred had been his secretary, welcoming Arthur with all bright smiles and ear deafening booming voice.
The over energetic attitude of the beta at eight am had been too much for Arthur, who didn’t possess such high energy levels and optimism even later on during the day, much less early in the morning.
The man had managed to poke his nerves but even still Arthur couldn’t have helped but to let his eyes linger on the beta’s backside a touch longer than necessary. After getting used to his energy levels, the young man wasn’t as bad as Arthur had originally painted him to be.
All in all the young man seemed like an efficient secretary, someone fit to work for a successful CEO such as Mr Johnson, and the man often praised him even in the presence of Arthur, who hardly ever talked about his secretary with his business partners.
Both Jones and Mr Johnson were loud, boisterous Americans, and they seemed to fit each other well, which was why Arthur was beyond curious when seeing the lad’s name on the computer screen. Alfred F. Jones was looking for a job at his company, how curious.
It had been a few years since the last time Arthur had seen or heard of Alfred as the partnership between Kirkland Publishing and Wide Horizon had dimmed into nothingness. Still, he was curious about the young man seeking a similar job at Arthur’s company after a year of being unemployed. His CV didn’t show any activity during this year, nor did his application mention it in the slightest, which was usually a red flag for Arthur. One, which would have made him drop the application in a heart beat if it wasn’t Alfred Jones.
After doing all the detective work he could with the documents in his hands Arthur had decided to give into his curious nature and invite Alfred to an interview, where he could smoke the information out of him. After all Arthur wasn’t known for gentle demure with business matters.
When arriving to his office Alfred seemed as chirpy as Arthur had remembered him being and brought along all of his energy and almost annoyingly positive attitude.
There were many flaws with the boy’s character, some of which annoyed Arthur to no end, but he couldn’t deny the perfect marks in the betas CV. Many of his University teachers and old colleagues recommended him full heartedly, however, Wide Horizon wasn’t even mentioned. No recommendations from Mr Johnson, who was far more influential than some teacher whom Arthur had never even heard of.
“What made you end your work at Wide Horizon?” Arthur had asked, eyes hard on Alfred and nose focusing on his weak beta scent. It was disappointing and infuriating to him how hard it tended to be to read a beta, since most of them didn’t have a scent and the ones that did had a very mild one, which was impossible to read without a good nose.
Arthur was impressed at how posed Alfred was and how quickly he answered the question without a change in his cheery attitude, mainly because even his weak arse scent had made a spike to anxiousness.
Apparently he had left for health related reasons but was again fit to work without a problem, but Arthur didn’t exactly buy it. If it was so, the parting from the company would have been quite clean and Mr Johnson could have given him a good recommendation letter afterwards. That one letter could have landed him a job quite easily in many companies.
The nervous scent and the strange way he avoided the subject about asking for recommendation from his old boss made definite, clear red flags in Arthur’s mind, but he was curious, very curious.
So curious in fact, that later that evening Arthur had decided to meet one of the old business partners of his from the Wide Horizon, but even he wasn’t sure why Alfred left the job. He would have asked straight from Mr Johnson, but he had passed away some time back in a car accident, leaving Alfred as the only one who knew the full story of it.
So, even despite of the few warning signs Arthur took Alfred as his new secretary. At least his CV was otherwise much better than any of the other applicants and his working ethic was clear from the very first day onwards. He was beyond grateful for being chosen and did the work Arthur gave him with top precision and speed, though his tea was still appealing.
Arthur wasn’t a detective but his interest had been piqued and he was quite determined to solve the mystery behind his now new secretary, who should have thought twice about trying to keep things hidden from him.
“Hello everyone, welcome back to my channel.” The man said. “Yes, that’s right, you thought you’d be rid of me when I was quite literally hospitalized only a week ago, but if you didn’t already know, making shitty reaction videos is my job and it’s the only way to pay the bill, so here I am.”
Alfred cracked a smile at that. He scooted up in his bed, rubbing the grogginess out of his eyes as the man continued to assure his viewers that he was alright, “I’m healing very well, don’t worry, that’s all you need to know”, all the typical things. There was nothing special, it seemed. At least, nothing to warrant the swarm of Twitter mentions and messages he’d woken up to. He’d been too tired to read them, but a quick scan told him two things: It was some big British YouTuber called ‘Arthur Kirkland’, and it was imperative that Alfred watched his latest video.
“Now, most of you seemed to take what I had said in my last video seriously- mind you, one that I’d filmed on pain medication.” Arthur huffed out a smile, and Alfred watched, brows rising as screenshots of several different comments popped up on the screen next to Arthur’s head: Have you heard of Alfred Jones?; OMG you and Alfred!; Alfred would be PERFECT!; …
“Look, when I said I had a weird kink for loud Americans in my last video, I wasn’t really expecting you to set me up with the first gay American YouTuber out there-” Arthur then shrugged, “Listen, I’d never heard of this man before in my life, but I’ve checked him out and I have to say… of all the people you could’ve set me up with, you had to give me some obnoxious gamer, didn’t you?”
Thank you so much for your interest guys! I didn’t expect it to be something people would like to read more about. I’m not the best at writing nsfw stuff but who knows if I’ll give it a shot at some point.
Pairing: UK/US
AU: Omegaverse
Rating: Uh.. T+ maybe? I suck with ratings.
A/N: English is not my first language so be prepared.
Written late at night as a word vomit and the quality is exactly that.
The fancy dinner party
Summary: Alfred’s not happy about having to stay in a boring, fancy party. He doesn’t like to mingle nor dance and the attention he’s getting from an unfamiliar alpha keeps him on edge.
Alfred stood in a corner, leaning against the wall behind him and trying to merge into it, playing with the wine glass in his hands. The music being played was boring, classical and the sweeping melody and violins of it fit well with all the marble, chandeliers, pressed suits and dresses.
Alfred shifted uncomfortably, trying to straighten his tie with his other hand. These types of parties weren’t his thing and he desperately wanted to get back to playing Mortal Kombat on NES with his friend Kiku. They had planned on having kick ass all-nighter with the game and a new anime series Kiku enjoyed and wanted to show him. Oh how Alfred wished he hadn’t been so soft towards his mom who had begged him to join her and Alfred’s dad to this high-class dining party.
To make matters worse Alfred knew no one at the party, except for his parents, who had disappeared quite some time back. The only company he had was the glass of wine and Alfred didn’t even like it.
Alfred frowned down at the red liquid before lifting his gaze to look at the floor where people were mingling, which is when his eyes suddenly and accidentally met a green eyed stare that was clearly not accidental. It made Alfred wrench his eyes away immediately, shuffling and moving away from his new trusty spot to find a new one.
Then there was that. Alfred had felt relatively at ease albeit a bit bored before he had suddenly noticed the green eyed man in a form fitting, black suit. He had ashy blond hair that was combed bit to the side, sharp but delicate looking face and strong, expressive eyebrows. He had been looking at Alfred, not even attempting to hide his stare when he had been caught, small smile forming on his thin lips when Alfred looked back at him.
Alfred had ushered his parents to other room, his face flushed.
It was the sixth time already that Alfred had to find a new place to do nothing at, shivers going down his spine as he could almost feel the stare following him. Damn predatory bastard. Luckily someone had moved to talk with the man so Alfred managed to make another hasty escape.
“HE FOUND ME AGAIN D’’8”, Alfred speed wrote to his brother.
“Definitely an alpha then. But you said he was hot? Just go over to him already, you know you want to.”
Alfred grumbled at his brother’s message. Any other sane person would know that these were murder type scenarios; Alfred had seen enough movies to know that.
“AS IF. IF I DISSAPEAR AND DIE IT’S YOUR FAULT! >:CCCCCC”
Alfred pushed his phone back into his pocket as he settled on a new place, leaving his wine glass on some table along his way and picking handful of chocolates under critical stares. The fancy proper folk took only one at a time but screw them. If Alfred was forced to come to the stupid party he would at least have all the chocolate he wanted.
Alfred frowned the moment he noticed the man to step in the room as well, making Alfred duck behind a table and get quite a few confused and annoyed stares. Alfred heed them no mind as he looked how the man swept his gaze around the room, slightly confused frown on his face. This could prove to be a bit entertaining for Alfred as well, though mostly it was just nerve wracking.
With stupid crab like crawl Alfred fled to the next room, straightening himself and trying to weave his way around other omegas, letting their scents mix slightly and hoping beyond hope he’d find where his parents had gone already. Screw them for having important discussion with some big and equally important guy while leaving their only omega son alone. Alfred might have been 25 already but it was still cruel of them.
Alfred was beyond satisfied when he turned around and saw no signs of the man. It made him quite giddy to be able to outsmart the guy he knew nothing about.
“Dramatic much, Al?”
“Yo, you switch places with me and we’ll see who’s dramatic!”
Alfred slid to sit in a good spot behind a dance floor. The room was more crowded than the previous one. It would be hard to pin point one scent from all the others even for an alpha and it would be difficult to spot Alfred from where he was sitting. Alfred was taking this victory. Sorry, mystery murderer.
“Wouldn’t be much of a problem.”
“Yeah. For your sorry BETA ASS.”
“Tough luck, Al ;)”
Alfred groaned at his phone screen and at the unfairness of genes. He placed the phone on the table and began wrapping open one of the chocolates, hoping beyond hope it wasn’t champagne flavoured.
”Hello. May I sit here?”
Bit distracted Alfred nodded, waved his hand and only after a quick glance noticed with a horror that it was the man. The green-eyed stalker now sitting down next to him with a light smile playing on his lips, eyes still hard on Alfred.
”Arthur Kirkland, a pleasure”, the man said with a very British accent, bringing out his hand for Alfred to grab.
”Uh…Alfred. Jones”, Alfred stammered, taking unsure hold of the man’s gloved hand, neck reddening.
”You’re quite slippery, aren’t you, Alfred? May I call you Alfred?”
”Haha”, Alfred laughed nervously, shifting his gaze a bit and hoping the man – Arthur – would look elsewhere already. ”Yeah, Alfred’s fine.”
Yup, confirmed, an alpha. In such a close distance Alfred could smell him more clearly and the finding didn’t surprise him in the slightest.
”Enjoying the party so far?”
”Uh well”, Alfred shifted slightly in his chair, placing the chocolate in his mouth to distract him and almost spit it right back out because of the horrid filling. ”Other than having this random guy stalking me, pretty dull.”
A wider smile stretched on Arthur’s face, ”I see. Has he provided some excitement for you then?”
”Well, dunno about excitement –”, Alfred started, distracted by his phone vibrating on the table. A notification with the beginning of his brother’s message popped on the screen.
“Since he’s hot you should totally…”
Alfred ripped the phone from the table and fumbled it back to his pocket, ears flaming as he had noticed the man’s eyes on the screen.
WAY TO GO MATTHEW, his mind screamed as he hastily ate another chocolate, not even minding how bad it tasted.
”Well uh… I should probably find my parents and – ”
”Do you dance, Alfred?” Arthur cut him off, standing up slowly, the smile not leaving his face.
”No, I don’t and like I said, my parents – ”
”Your father’s Frederick Jones, is he not? I think I saw him with you. He’s currently meeting the head of the Harrington Industries with other industry professionals and it might take awhile”, Arthur said in a matter of fact voice, holding out his hand for Alfred to take. ”Let me teach you. Better than getting bored, is it not?”
Alfred wanted badly to refuse but he felt almost cornered to comply, taking a hold of Arthur’s outstretched hand and tumbling after him with stomach jumping and twitching.
They walked on the dance floor where people were dancing those old time-y dances instead of mindless raving. Arthur turned to face Alfred and slid his other hand on his waist with gentle grip; the other taking a hold of Alfred’s other hand. Alfred felt like dying, cheeks warming up considerably and neck hair standing on end by the contact. The man’s stare didn’t help in the slightest.
”Put your hand on my shoulder and let me lead you”, Arthur said and Alfred followed the instruction, fumbling a bit with his legs as Arthur told him what to do.
After a few times of repeating the same steps over and over again and stepping on Arthur’s shoes more times he could count Alfred was starting to get it. Unfortunately, when he didn’t have to concentrate much on his movements, most of his attention went to the hand on his waist and the stare of the alpha, not to even mention his scent.
”I’ve never seen you before at these events”, Arthur said with a curious tone to his voice, leading Alfred around the dance floor, to the less crowded side of it.
”Well I don’t usually come”, Alfred answered, eyes firmly on Arthur’s neck instead of his eyes. ”Not really my type of parties and I’m not usually asked to these.”
”I see”, Arthur hummed, his grip on Alfred’s waist inching slightly lower. The movement was so slight it was hardly even there, but Alfred could feel it deep in his bones.
The alpha’s proximity and clear signs of interest did a number of things to Alfred. His heat was close and attention from an alpha during those times was almost like drug. Sure, by close Alfred meant something close to three weeks, which was plenty of time and still more than safe for him to be around the man, but his body felt like he had swallowed wires because of the attention he was getting. No one in his life had ever reacted to him like this before. The alpha’s eyes were practically stripping him, even though he didn’t let it show in his behaviour.
”Uh, you come to these often then?” Alfred asked, trying to strike up some kind of conversation to distract himself.
”Yes, they’re good networking opportunities and you never know if you’ll meet someone of interest”, Arthur answered neutrally, but Alfred’s stomach flipped at the words.
As they continued to dance and talk, Alfred became more relaxed with the presence of the alpha, laughing loudly at some of the things he said while feeling oddly happy about the attention. Being 25 and having had no romantic relationships for sure made Alfred feel more strongly about the situation.
His body seemed to agree with his mind as well. Alfred wasn’t sure what the trigger was, since his pre-heat slick usually started a week before the real deal, but it was common that some situations could start the forming of it even earlier. Alfred figured it could be the proximity of an unmated alpha who showed clear interest in him.
It was embarrassing to feel the wetness, even though it was nothing compared to actual heat, and the alpha seemed to notice something as well as his hold momentarily tightened on Alfred’s waist and their proximity inched closer.
”Do you need some fresh air?” Arthur asked while leaning closer to Alfred’s ear, which didn’t help Alfred’s situation at all. ”You seem to be getting a bit wet. Dancing can make you rather sweaty.”
Alfred had a feeling the alpha wasn’t talking about sweat at all, but he nodded anyway, letting the man lead him somewhere as he tried to calm down his body.
It was obvious they weren’t heading outside, for Arthur guided him away from the direction to the balcony, hand resting on Alfred’s lower back as they went.
The room which Arthur opened for him was empty apart from a grand looking white piano and that was the moment Alfred could have ducked and wrenched away from the alpha. He could have ran to the crowd and thus make sure the man wouldn’t try anything funny with him, but with stomach fluttering in anticipation Alfred stepped inside the room, letting Arthur close the door after them with a smirk.
