FrUkUs Omegaverse

Part Twenty-three

Alfred bit his lip, completely lost on what to do. It had been a few weeks since he had met Kiku, and he had decided to try dating again. Kiku was a beautiful omega, but... Alfred didn't feel the fire he had felt with Arthur. Kiku hadn't pushed him to do anything, so the most intimate thing they had done was cuddle. Alfred was fine with it staying that way, but that night Kiku had suddenly started crying and, when asked what was wrong he said that he felt like Alfred was just pitying him. Alfred felt horrible, which lead him to his current situation somehow.
Kiku was flushed a beautiful pink, and he was absolutely helpless below Alfred. The alpha knew what was expected of him, but he wasn't quite sure if he was ready. Kiku whined below him and a sweet scent surrounded Alfred. It was similar to the smell of an apple orchard, and Alfred grit his teeth. "Oh fuck."
Kiku yelped as Alfred began to nip and suck his neck like a rabid animal, his instincts taking over. Everything went by in a blur.
Kiku was arching into him as they moved together. They  growled and moaned like wild animals. The scent of lust filled the air around them.
But it wasn't love. And it wasn't Arthur.

Francis stared up at the ceiling of his hotel room. He had really let himself go these past few months, sleeping with strangers and getting shitfaced drunk; he had even dropped out of college. Life without Arthur was hell.
The girl he had been with the previous night, a beta who (in Francis' opinion) was too skinny, had just left. He sighed, wondering if his liver was up for another bottle of wine. He opted instead for a cigarette.
He couldn't have Arthur, but he could kill himself slowly with his new-found vices however much he pleased.
He heard a cart wheel up to his door and heard a voice announce, "room service!" from the other side.
"Go away!" He slurred. He stood and stumbled to his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was matted and his stubble had grown to a full-on beard. He couldn't bring himself to care; it's not like he was trying to impress anyone.
He took a cold shower, his senses too numb to dwell on much but the past. He had so many regrets...
He hadn't meant to hurt Arthur's feelings. He would rather be shot than see Arthur in pain. But he couldn't change the past. No one could.

Arthur was doing pretty well, for a single omega. He had decided that relationships were too complicated, and that he would just end up getting hurt in the end. In his heart he had forgiven Alfred and Francis for what they had done, but he hadn't dared to contact them after the incident in IHOP. He didn't want to look like some weak, stereotypical omega who couldn't care for himself. He told himself that he was just fine by himself, but really he missed the two alphas deeply. He was afraid that if he were to try and contact them they would either ignore him or have moved on.
His job waiting tables at a cafe kept his mind off of the past, but in the wee hours of the morning as he prepared for work, as well as late at night when he would fall asleep, his mind would wander.
He missed the alphas with such deep emotions that his heart ached.