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Francis ran his fingers through Matthew’s hair lazily. the Omegas head was in his lap, violet eyes closed as he hummed in contentment. They so rarely got to enjoy time together like this. Usually the only time they had were stolen kisses in deserted hallways, longing looks across the dining room, occasionally passion filled, but silent nights in the garden shed. So for Francis this, this was heaven.
Francis was a high part of society. An alpha of standards and good breeding. His family's bloodline was untainted by anything common and they had a rate of 90% Alpha offspring, far better than any other high up family. This meant he was a popular prospect. He was barely fourteen when he had been promised to an Omega from another prestigious family.
The Omega in question had and impeccable bloodline. He had been only the second Omega of his generation. A prize to be sure… The only problem was the damn boy had no idea how to act like an Omega. Arthur Kirkland was loud, rude, and he and Francis fought like cats and dogs. The thought of an Omega arguing with his future Alpha was unheard of. Francis had been protesting the arrangement for years, but his family were insistent it was the best match.
Being the dutiful son he was, he probably wouldn’t have objected quite so strongly if it hadn’t been for the blonde in his lap. Matthew was an Omega. his family hadn’t been a bad one, not as high as the Bonnefoy or Kirkland clan of course, but upper middle class.
The real problem arose when Matthew was sixteen, his family had given him to a family of better standing as a mate for one of their Alphas. They had happily bred, connected and it all seemed to be going perfectly… until the Alpha was killed. Matthew had not gotten pregnant the first breed, so he wasn’t kept around by his deceased Alphas clan.
If an Omega is bred, they’re no longer seen as treasures, there is no profit in a bred Omega. His family didn’t want to take him back and be stuck with the burden of him forever, so he was turned out. Most Omegas in this position turn to less savory work… A large amount selling themselves in heat houses, taking medications to make them come on faster and undergoing operations to prevent offspring. It provided them with food and shelter, but was also a miserable, empty life.
Some however, Matthew being among the lucky few, had found positions working for an upper class household. The upper class would sometimes take on Omegas to tend to children, their natural Maternal instincts helpful for child rearing. Especially when the upper class Omega couldn’t be bothered.
Matthew had been snatched up quickly and put to work by the Bonnefoy clan. His knowledge of french had been a large factor. The family had a few children and he took care of them all, making sure they were raised knowing both english and french. assuring they were fed, bathed and arrived on time to other lessons and events. It had been here that Francis had first met Matthew.
Francis had been obligated to show Arthur around the complex. The annoying Omega did nothing but complain the entire time and it was driving the poor alpha mad. They came to the nursery, and trying his best to be charming, Francis announced “And this is where the children are raised!” a little too loudly.
He had been caught off guard by a harsh and hurried “Shhh shhh! Non non non please!” The crying started and there was a sigh. “Oh darn…” Francis turned and saw the Omega picking up the baby and cradling it, rocking gently and speaking softly in a sing-song tone. “It’s okay bebe, aller dormir” (baby, go to sleep)
Francis was lost in the site, the Omega was beautiful… Silky blonde curls hung loosely around his face, framing large almost purple eyes. his nose slopped gracefully turning up just slightly at the end. his lips like pink petals soft and delicate. his body was slim, tucking in at the waist and jutting out just a bit at the hips signally fertility. The boys skin was peaches-and-cream, dotted here and there by a few freckles, and it glowed with a bright pink blush as he noticed the two highers staring at him. Francis was frowning at the dark circles under his beautiful eyes when Matthew noticed the look and got scared.
“Ahh! Je suis desole! I didn’t mean…” he whispered panicked. Francis was about to interrupt and say it was fine, when the first babies cry woke a near by sleeping toddler. “Oh no… Desole, excusez moi” still cradling the tiny baby he raced to the second crib and started talking in hushed tones the the toddler, reaching in the lift him out with his free arm.
“If you’re done staring… I’m bored frog. Watching an incompetent servant flounder at his task is not my idea of a good time.” Arthur blurted obnoxiously, apparently loud enough for Matthew to hear as his face dropped, and the blush deepened. The look passed quickly as he focused on his charges, smiling through the embarrassment at the now cooing toddler. Francis had irritably taken Arthur from the room before he could upset the boy more.
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His second run in with the beautiful little Omega was out in the garden. It was a nice day and Francis had decided to take a stroll. as he wandered, he came across two of the four Bonnefoy children chasing one and other. “B-be careful! Michelle watch you don’t trip your cousin!” the voice drew Francis eye. near by and ever watchful sat the Omega on a large blanket, in his arms was cradled the baby, in front of him a toddler who wasn’t quite ready to run about yet.
He was caught staring at the intriguing scene when, as if Matthew had the ability to predict the future, the tiny boy running with his cousin tripped over her shoe and fell flat on his face. “Oh dear…” Matthew was about to stand when Francis saw his opening.
“I’ve got him!” He ran to the small child whose name escaped him and scooped him up. “Well hello there little sir, did you have a tumble?” the child nodded “Well, shall we get you too your nourrice?” he smiled gently at the boy as carried him over to the Omega “Here you are cher” he said as he placed the child beside the blanket, flashing a charming smile towards the blonde.
Matthew blushed, blinking up at him, then dropped his eyes “Merci Master Bonnefoy” his eyes turned quickly to the sniffling child “Oh dear.. looks like we’ll need to go inside and get that patched up. “ he placed a quick kiss on the crying childs head and stood. Swiftly he scooped the toddler who had been in front of him and deposited it in the near by stoller, then grabbed the blanket shaking it out and stuffing it in the under carriage. Francis watched his fast paced steps with admiration. before he could have counted to ten Matthew was wearing a sling with the baby tucked safely in side.
Matthew once more turned to Francis who had not once turned his eyes from the Omega. He gave a small bow while holding tightly to the babe in his arms, the loose curls bouncing as he did, “Thank you again. “. Then he scooped the crying boy up to rest on his hip “ Michelle, pousser la poussette s'il vous plaît” the dark haired little girl smiled and nodded, taking the stroller's handles and walking off towards the house with Matthew.
Francis wasn’t sure exactly why it made his heart flutter, weather it was the obvious beauty of the boy, or the sweet temperament and capabilities he had with the children, or both, but flutter it did.
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Francis had started spending more time in the nursery after that. He claimed he was spending time with his niece, the small girl named Michelle who was one of Matthew’s charges. However while he sat and played with the small girl, he used the time to find out more about the Omega. he discovered quickly that Matthew was shy, It was both adorable, and frustrating. It had taken several visits just to get more than a mumbled “yes sir” “no sir” out of him and a full month before he’d meet francis’s eye.
Around week ten Francis had started to feel hopeless. Once the smiles and eye contact started that’s as far as he got. Progress completely halted. He would have given up and moved on, but he found he was slowly falling for the Omega… His timing was a stroke of luck when things finally kicked progress back on.
Francis had been coming in as he had every other day for the past month, just this time he was an hour earlier than usual. Matthew’s eyes were frantically glued to the door and he groaned in irritation when it was Francis who came in. The Alpha was about to get offended and question why he had such a rude welcome when the smell hit him. It was like a ton of bricks. Francis eyes opened wide in shock and Matthew turned red.
“I-I’m waiting for t-the Beta sub… I…. mmmmm” he squirmed and bit his lip turning even redder, then squeaked “She was suppose to be here an hour ago, but she’s stuck in traffic. It’s gonna be another-” he was cut off as Francis’s scent had obviously just hit him. His pupils blew wide and he sunk to the ground curling his knees to his chest, fighting it. “Half an hour…” he finished shakily.
Francis felt bad, his presence was making it harder on the Omega, but he couldn’t bring himself to move anywhere but closer. He didn’t even fully register his movements until he was half way across the room. Wrapping a protective arm around the whimpering Omega he helped him to stand. Francis had to close his eyes for a moment to settle himself before he could move them towards the door. The heat room was just across the hall. he could take Matthew there and come back himself for the half hour and wait for the beta with the children…
That’s when he felt it. A head nuzzled against his neck, inhaling deeply and shuddering. Francis looked down into large, pleading violet eyes. He couldn’t help himself, he dipped his head, cradling the Omegas face with his free hand and placed a kiss on Matthew’s lips. Fingers grasped at his shirt tightly, as Matthew melted against him, lost in heat and Alphas scent. Francis, luckily, had been brought up in a strict manner and knew how to keep his head. He pulled back and groaned “This is so not fair…” he muttered as he pulled the wanton Omega across the hall and to an open room. “I’m sorry Matthew..” he muttered before turning his eyes to lock with Matthews, his voice forceful and commanding “ You’ll be safe in here. I’ll stay with the kids. Go make your nest and stay put.” Matthew nodded numbly and reluctantly unclenched his fingers following the orders he had been given as an Omega.
Francis took the keys hanging on the wall and locked the door quickly, he pocketed them and turned back to the room. This wouldn’t be so bad…
When the Beta finally showed up Francis was not in good shape. He was trying to reason with a three year old about why throwing a doll house at Michelle was bad, his hair was mostly ripped out of it’s tie and the baby was in his arms screaming. He gratefully handed the ‘bundle of joy’ over to the blinking and confused beta, explaining the situation had been urgent and there was no need to worry about it.
He was happy to leave the room, but as he passed the metal door to the heat room he had stuck Matthew in he paused. Longing to open it, but knowing better. He tore his eyes away and forced himself to take the key up to the beta caretakers who would be watching over Matthew for the next week.
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After the week was over francis sheepishly entered the nursery. Would the boy be mad at him for not leaving as soon as it was apparent he was in heat? Would he be upset over the kiss? The Alpha command?
As it turned out. Matthew was more upset thinking Francis would be mad that he had thrown himself on a higher alpha. The small Omega had launched into a slur of apologies as soon as Francis walked in the door, offering to resign, or take a pay dock, he was crying in no time.
Francis tried to speak softly but the boy was in such a flurry of emotion it wasn’t working. He tried a little louder. Still nothing. He didn’t want to yell and wake the children… so Francis put his hands on Matthew's upper arms pulling him close and kissed him.
And what do you know it worked.
Matthew stopped talking and stared at him, wide eyes and bright red as the alpha pulled back. Francis smirked “You don’t have to apologize mon cherie.” Francis leaned down, placing his forehead against Matthews. Throwing caution and sense into the wind, his eyes closed as he whispered. “Je pense que je suis tomber en amour avec vous”
Francis could feel the heat coming off Matthew’s face. He was about to apologize and pulled away when the Omega muttered his response “me too”.
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Francis looked down on the blonde in his lap and leaned down to kiss him gently. The freedom of the little forest glen allowing for more intimacy than they were use to. Francis drunk in every moment of it, knowing they didn’t have long. As an Omega caretaker Matthew only had one day a week off, and it was usually a busy day. Most of his time off used for the heat week that struck once every three months. They were approaching that time again and Francis knew Matthew was nervous. the pair had been through a years worth of this, long enough that Francis knew the Omega hated his heat. Being an ‘ruin Omega’, cursed to spend every heat for the rest of your life without relief… Francis shuddered at the thought.
The week was never pleasant for Francis either… Everything in his being wanted to go to Matthew… His instincts raw with longing. The two had sex outside of Matthews heat, but it still didn’t offer the level of relief they longed for. Francis wanted to stop Matthews ache, the moans of torment and whimpers of need. He ached to hear his name fall off those soft pink lips when they were bitten red with desire. But that would be impossible. Francis was promise, and Matthew was not considered an option in his family. Even the mention of it would probably cost Matthew his job and land him in a much less desirable position.
But that didn’t matter right now. “Are you awake mon ange?” Francis purred quietly.
He smiled as violet eyes fluttered open and a warm smile spread across the smaller blondes face “Oui” he said softly lifting his head slightly, one hand moving to the back of Francis’s neck pulling the Alpha gently down for a deeper kiss. Francis moaned softly into the kiss, a hand running along the Omegas thigh and resting on his hip. A whimper escaped Matthews throat making francis hum appreciatively.
His smile fell when matthew pulled back, offering that look, that ‘I don’t want to, but I have to leave’ look. The pout on Francis’s face caused Matthew to giggle and give an apologetic smile “I’m sorry mon amour. I wish I could stay… but I have to get to town, I need to do some shopping. Besides,” the smile dropped from from his face, a heart broken look replacing it as he sat up “Arthur will be here this afternoon, you need to be there to receive him. The wedding isn’t far off…”
Francis’s heart squeezed painfully. Wedding… He detested the thought. Being permanently linked to that... that unpleasant set of english eyebrows. The thought of breeding with him made him physically shudder. Francis looked over towards the Omega who was slowly rising to his feet, his head turned away to hide the tears Francis knew had found his violet orbs. “Matthew… you know-”
Matthew turned and smiled a small fake smile “I know. It’s alright, I’m fine. Just being a silly Omega” he chuckled thickly. Francis clenched his jaw, wanting to argue, take Matthew in his arms and let him cry, apologize a million times and tell him over and over how he wished it could be Matthew… But he let the Omega have his lie. Coddling him wasn’t going to make the reality of things go away.
Francis sighed and stood, he grabbed Matthews chin gently, tipping his face up and meeting him in a gentle kiss. “Je t’aime Matthew” he murmured against his lips before pulling back.
“Je t’aime aussi Francis” came the small reply as the two turned and walked in separate directions.