Alfred looked at the mess he had made, and debated blaming it on the passed out Brit who was lying in his arms. The thick red apple scented jelly that coated his own upper arms, his mate's lower body and most of their bathroom. Served as a artificial reminder on why this was one of the few times, the event was one hundred percent his own fault. Pairing with the souring tart scent that a wave of annoyance washed over him at the realization that he would need to clean the red gunk himself, the thought of waking up his mate to the job was tempting, after all it was an Omega's job to clean. However this though was quickly abolished, the idea washed away replaced with a want or rather a need to gaze at the ethereal blond, unconscious and vaguely angelic. The first time Alfred had seen the Brit passed out and emotionless, he had entertained fantasies of keeping him in that state. They had of course faded as he fell more in love with Arthur's personality. But now here looking at that very same vision he couldn't help but recall those very same memories.
Alfred dreamily turned on the water to a luke warm, the tub already clogged with the drying residue from his small performance, and while the water was slowly break down the congealed pile of imitation blood it was slow enough that the water had formed a thin film that barely licked the pairs legs. Alfred gently lifted the other of him sliding his body aside just enough so that he was no longer leaning on the alpha. Arthur made a small whining sound at the loss but other wise remained undisturbed. Alfred let out a sigh as he quietly hoisted himself out of the tub and onto the sticky floor.
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Expect another tomorrow or later today, but I am really busy so maybe not.
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FanfictionAlfred is an abusive alpha and Arthur is his omega mate. Watch the story un fold. I kind of just saw this picture and ran with it my stories aren't normal like this but sometimes you just can't help it.
