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[He makes such a pretty picture like this, doesn't he?

Heartland hums in satisfaction and slips the hand in Thomas' hair down to the small bulge in his stomach, petting at it slightly.]

That should be enough, hmm?

[His other hand moves to Thomas' stomach, too, slips down a little lower to palm at the front of his pants.]

[ Thomas mewls at the hand on his stomach, and then there's another too and then Heartland's palming at the front of his pants and he groans loudly, cock twitching. ]

Yes, yes, sir...

[ He's so full, so stuffed, and now Heartland's going to give him the knot and stuff him up even further and so Thomas squirms his way off of Heartland's lap abruptly, ignoring the protest from his hormones at leaving so that he can start toward the bedroom.

(he has to-- has to find somewhere safe, can't be open with it)

(has to find somewhere to nest and he'll be all filled up with an alpha's come and then he can hide there, can't he, hide in a nest that stinks of alpha protection and if he's good, if he's a good omega then he'll be filled up and then he'll swell up and he can hide away, be protected from anyone who might try to take him away)

(because this is where he belongs, isn't it?) ]

[He chuckles, stands up to follow Thomas towards the bedroom. Of course he would know just where it is.

(there's such a thrill in this, in finding the brother of his protege - who sneers so openly at the alpha/omega bond - and claiming him in precisely the way he can't)

(perhaps he'll make this regular)

The bedroom is quite large, well-decorated and furnished (in a sharp contrast to the heavy scent that hangs in the air of the place), but a considerable part of it is taken up by the bed. It would certainly fit more than two people, if it came down to it.]

[ Thomas heads straight for the bed, of course, though despite the heat burning through him he doesn't spread his legs for Heartland immediately, doesn't throw himself at him like another omega might.

(the heat is overpowering but Thomas needs cover, needs security)

The first thing he does is to burrow down into the sheets, rearranging them around himself so that he's surrounded on all sides by the warmth and the thick alpha scent. And then he wriggles out of his clothes to burrow down even more, rub himself in Heartland's scent until he can't smell anything at all but that.

Only then does he lift his eyes back to Heartland, with his hair ruffled and his cock half-hard and his stomach still full and swollen from the food. ]

Sir...

[...well. This is certainly interesting.

He knew that V had his brother quite dependent, but to need the security to this extent...it seems almost impossible.

He brushes that off, though, for the moment, shrugging his suit jacket off to hang it by the door and approaching the bed.]

Perhaps you don't need my assistance after all?

[Of course he does, but it never hurts to check...]

[ Thomas frowns a little at Heartland's question, sinking into the sheets more.

(that's silly, he wants to say, but)

(he can't say something like that, can he?)

(not to someone so important, because he wouldn't be able to say something like that to niisama)

Shivering, Thomas squirms himself under the covers more and then hides himself under them, pulling the cover over his head as he starts to tremble. ]

[...oh dear, this one's even more sensitive than he thought.

He sits down on the bed and pulls back the covers, stroking steadily at Thomas' hair.]

Shh, don't worry, dear boy.

[He traces his fingers idly behind Thomas' ears, down his neck, over his jawline.]

You haven't offended me.

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[ Thomas trembles under Heartland's hands, under the fingers tracing over him, but he starts to relax and slowly pulls himself onto Heartland's lap, keeping the covers over himself.

(the heat burns in him but he knows now, for certain, that he will be filled and fucked and knotted, and so it's less... demanding)

(and heats don't usually do that, don't usually respond to logic that way but)

(but Thomas is messed up, isn't he, in his body and in his head, too, and for a moment he grasps that thought and laughs, abruptly, something sharp and visceral and broken) ]

[He's picked up quite a broken little boy.

And normally that wouldn't bother him, he would smooth over it just as he usually does, but the bitterness and the brokenness of that little laugh cuts too close and so as soon as he's undone his pants he leans back against the headboard, turns Thomas so he can lie back against Heartland's chest in turn as Heartland settles his hand over his mouth.

He'll keep him quiet, until he can't think any longer.

He hums in his ear, though, reaches down to touch at Thomas' cock directly as his own hardens underneath him.]

[ Heartland covers his mouth (and fills Thomas's nose with his scent in the process) and Thomas quietens down almost immediately. There are still little tremors that run through him, little silent laughs, but even those start to slow down, to gradually stop.

He rocks gently into Heartland's hand on his cock, inhales shakily against the one over his mouth.

(he has to)

Head pulling back, he tries to speak - and it's hard, hard to find the words because his mind is starting to fog over again and the words slip and skitter away from him, burn up in the heat that's starting to break out across his skin once more. ]

Sir, sir...

Is... 's sir's omega bad, is it-- ah, is it... is it wrong...

[ He trails off, not even entirely sure what he's trying to ask, and pushes his head forward into Heartland's hand again slowly. ]

Mm?

[He keeps petting at Thomas, letting his hand fall down from his mouth (now that he's behaving) to rub over the swell of his stomach.]

Why would you be bad, my dear boy?

[He shifts his hips slightly, rubs against Thomas' back (he's hard, now, just from the slight friction and the smell of him, and it's taking quite a bit of effort for him to restrain himself).]

[ Thomas whines a little when the hand is removed, but then it's rubbing over his stomach instead and that feels too good to complain about at all. Squirming, he tilts his head back to try to nuzzle into Heartland's jaw and moans sharply, eyes sliding shut. ]

Sir's omega is... niisama didn't ever... niisama said the heats were...

[ He trails off, frowning and rocking into the hand touching at his cock. ]

And now they're weird and sometimes it doesn't... sometimes it can't make them go away but sometimes they go away really quick and they... they make it feel sick because it... it, ah, it gets hot and it wants... it wants the knot and it wants to be filled up all the way but then that goes away and it's... it gets cold, sir...

[He frowns, sighs as he moves his hand down from IV's cock to pet at his balls and then run fingers around his entrance.]

I think your brother doesn't quite understand an omega's needs.

There's nothing shameful about a heat, of course!

[One, two, three fingers inside, pressing at him and stretching him gently, trying to feel out how slowly Heartland will have to start.]

And there's certainly no reason it should be so...unpleasant for you.

[ Thomas's breath hitches as Heartland's fingers press inside, slipping into him easily enough and stretching him out.

(he's slick and hot and he opens up easily for Heartland's fingers but he shifts and squirms around them, biting at his lip and clutching at the sheets) ]

B-but... but niisama...

[ Squirming more, he twists and whines, trying to twist himself to be facing Heartland.

(even in the security of the blankets, facing outward like this feels open, vulnerable, with no way to cling on and anchor himself) ]

Niisama wouldn't lie to it, right...?

[...he won't touch that just yet.]

Of course not. Not knowingly.

He's just...a bit misguided.

[He lets Thomas twist around to face him, but withdraws his fingers, cleans them on the sheets.]

A beta can't truly know what an omega needs, after all.

[ The emptiness after Heartland's fingers makes him squirm more and whine as he's trying to tug Heartland up, make him sit up so that Thomas can cling on without having to lie on his swollen stomach.

He tosses his head a little in distress at Heartland's words, though, chews his lip and shifts above him. ]

But, but... niisama-- nn, niisama always knows things, niisama has to know because he always knows, if he-- ah! if he doesn't t-then who will know for it, who will know the things it needs if niisama doesn't so he has to know he has to because nobody else can tell it, he... he has to know and he has to... he has to have told it the wrong thing for a reason and-- and it--

[ He buries his face in Heartland's neck, riding out brief, stronger wave of sensation. ]

[He sits up when Thomas pulls at him, slides his hands down Thomas' sides to rest on his hips.]

Well...

It's quite simple, really.

Sometimes a beta is enough, but when he's not...

You'll need an alpha to help you along, won't you?

[Speaking of which.

He lifts Thomas just enough that the head of his cock is pressed against him, so it could push into him if Heartland just relaxed his grip.]

Heat doesn't have to be so difficult for you...

[ Thomas lets out a sharp sob into Heartland's neck, shaking his head quickly and squirming where Heartland's cock is pressed against him. ]

No, no, that's not-- he-- niisama had to know, didn't he, he.

He had to know he has to have been lying because niisama can't be wrong but-- but why did he lie to it why would he lie to it it's always been good for him sir's omega has always belonged to niisama it-- it's sir's now but it was always good for niisama so why would he lie to it but. But he has to have lied to it because if he didn't then he didn't know and niisama has to know, niisama has to know he always knows everything!

[He hums a little, at the squirming, letting Thomas sink down just barely.

But the crying, the words...that won't do, will it?]

You're thinking too much, my dear boy...

[He starts to press into Thomas, bit by bit, taking slow breaths of his scent. (His pupils widen, just barely.)]

Just relax...you're being taken care of, aren't you? This is no time to think of unpleasant things...

[His voice has gone low and smooth, almost hypnotic.]

You're quite safe here...there's no need to worry, when you're being taken care of...just relax.

[It won't be hard, he thinks, to bring him low enough to forget.]

[ He's being filled up (so slow, too slow) and Heartland is talking like that and it... it would be so easy to give in, to forget. His thoughts want to slip and skitter away from him, want to burn away and leave nothing but the heat and this slow knotting, but...

(but this is important, isn't it?)

(niisama is, has been - was? - the most important thing in Thomas's life, the most important person to him, and so it matters)

He shakes his head again, clenching and unclenching a couple of times around Heartland's cock. ]

No, no, sir please, please just... just...

Why would niisama lie to it...?

[ The face turned up to Heartland's now is wide-open, desperate, with tears still dripping down his cheeks.

(more than anything, though, it's trusting)

(a face that will believe anything from an alpha, this alpha, will take any words without rejecting or questioning them because now that he's embracing the heat and the bond he embraces it with every fiber of his being) ]

[...he knows that face.

And he can use it.

He sighs, holds Thomas carefully in place.]

My dear boy...

I'm afraid your nii-sama didn't always want the best for you.

["Didn't", because that's in the past -- why would he need to worry, when he has an alpha to take care of him?]

[ Thomas whimpers, gently, squirms on Heartland's cock and pushes down onto it.

(he's trusted niisama for so long and it hurts, the idea that he was lied to)

(but his alpha wouldn't lie, would he?)

(because Thomas will be as good an omega as he can be and so)

He stares up at Heartland, mouth twisting a little. ]

S-sir will...

Sir won't lie to his omega though, will he? It'll be good for sir it'll do whatever sir wants so-- so please don't lie to it, sir...

Of course not.

[He lets Thomas sink down a little more, lets him be filled by another inch or two.]

I'll never lie to you, my dear.

[ Thomas's breath hitches as he's spread open that way, his cock twitching against his bloated stomach as he opens up easily for Heartland's cock.

(Heartland won't... Heartland won't lie)

(he can be trusted)

Thomas lets his head drop down onto Heartland's shoulder, panting now. ]

T-thank you... thank you, sir, thank you...

[There we are.

As a reward for his easy compliance, for his trust, he lets Thomas sink down bit by bit onto his cock, until the knot is pressed right up against him, ready and pulsing slightly in anticipation of the swell.]

Such a good omega.

[He nearly purrs it, stroking at Thomas' hips (which are so thin, for an omega, he'll have to fix that) and smiling.]