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[makemebow]

[ Thomas is terrified.

And that-- it's not uncommon, true. But this is probably worse than any time he can think of.

(he's alone and)

(niisama's not there)

(but there are

people)

(and they're moving in and he can smell them and he aches right down to his core)

(but he's scared he's scared they're scaring him and he has to get away but he can't move at all, can't make his legs move an inch when he's so slick and wet and hot, firefirefire burning through him)

Whimpering, he presses closer into the corner, pressing himself up against the two walls and covering his face with his hands.

(not that it blocks out the smell of them, thick alpha musk) ]

N-no...

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[makemebow]

[ Thomas shakes his head sharply, clamps his eyes shut. ]

Niisama helps, he helps he helps he deals with it I need niisama, niisama's-- niisama's the only one who cares about me he's the only one who. Who. Niisama won't force me to do anything and-- and anyone else would, niisama's the only one I can trust, only niisama just niisama I need niisama...

[ He trails off with another sob and presses himself into the corner so hard it hurts, not looking up at Heartland.

(he's scared he's scared he needs niisama to fix it)

(but Heartland smells so good, strong and alpha and)

(it's getting harder to remember why he's not giving in)

(his mind is fogging over and he wants to spread his legs, wants to fuck himself down onto Heartland's knot and be filled up and claimed by an alpha, given what he's needed all this time but never had because a beta isn't enough, a beta is nothing because betas don't have the knot and the knot is everything and--) ]

I need niisama...

1/3

[heartburning]

Mm...

[He tilts his head a bit, frowning.

(he can see that Thomas' resolve is weakening, smell it on him too)]

He won't force you, you say, but...

[heartburning]

Well.

[heartburning]

You can hardly force someone willing, can you?

[makemebow]

[ He--

(he doesn't understand)

(he's not...)

Thomas curls himself up tighter, eyes squeezing shut tight. ]

G-go away, you're not niisama I need niisama...!

[heartburning]

[He really must restrain himself better, but sometimes he just can't resist.

He sighs.]

He won't be back for some time, I'm afraid...

At the very least, allow me to move you somewhere more secure.

[Where there won't be any other threats to Thomas' purity.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas sobs and tries to cringe further, only to find that he... can't.

Flinching at the realisation that he's backed as far into the corner as he can go, Thomas curls his arms up across his face and starts to cry for real now; great hitching sobs that shake him as he clamps his legs tighter shut and tries to ignore the fire raging through his abdomen.

(and the rest of him besides) ]

No, no...

[heartburning]

[He'll make one more attempt at reason, he supposes.]

I understand your hesitance, my dear boy, but I would rather you be protected from those who are less...

[He pauses.]

...restrained.

[makemebow]

[ Thomas is-- he has to get away, has to find niisama.

The thought is enough to get him up onto his feet, get him pushing past Heartland to stagger a few feet down the hall.

(his head is spinning though)

(the heat alone and beside that he doesn't

remember

the last time he ate)

He comes to a stop and only stands there, trembling. ]

I...

[heartburning]

[He heaves another sigh and lets Thomas dart past him before following him down into the hall.]

You won't be able to fight them off in this state, boy.

[He sets a hand on his shoulder.]

Shall we find you a safe place to wait for your brother?

[makemebow]

[ Heartland touches his shoulder and he--

(he feels light as air, head stuffed with clouds and)

(even that small touch, especially from someone who smells so thickly alpha)

(is enough to have Thomas slumping into him, half-turning as he falls so that he ends up with the side of his face against Heartland's suit jacket and his nose full of Heartland's scent) ]

O-oh...

[ His tone goes soft and dreamy all of a sudden, Thomas slowly relaxing to go limp against Heartland ass he turns his head fully to bury his face in Heartland's jacket and inhale his scent deeply. ]

[heartburning]

[Much better.

He chuckles and leans down enough to pluck Thomas easily off the ground, holding him in his arms close to his chest.]

Let's get you inside, shall we?

[He had his doubts, that the boy would hold out for long. He's quite satisfied to learn that he was correct.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas nods distantly, snuggling into Heartland's arms.

(it's not normal for a heat but)

(what is normal about the state of Thomas, really?)

(the heats leave him at the end of them barely able to lift his head because he can't think to eat during them and he eats so rarely before them and so)

(when he's desperate, when he's locked in and he needs an alpha, Thomas could pass for any omega)

(but now, in an alpha's arms and with the knot assured, he doesn't have the energy to do more than hang limply in Heartland's arms and keep on breathing in the thick alpha scent) ]

Yes... yes...

[ His head lolls back and he lets out an almost drunken-sounding giggle, sniffing at the air. ]

[heartburning]

[...hmm.

It's not as if he disapproves entirely, but...he makes a note to feed him once they arrive, as well. As interesting (and quite useful, too) as a starved heat can be, the boy looks as if he could barely survive another one.

Luckily, he has an apartment in the building, and within a minute or so of walking he sets Thomas down momentarily to unlock the door.

(When it swings open there's a faint wave of his scent from inside, and one could follow the trail to the bedroom quite easily.)]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas sways on his feet once he's put down, but once the door is open he starts to drift toward Heartland's bedroom like the scent is reeling him in.

(it sort of is, really)

He turns his head to look at Heartland after a few moments though, frowning faintly.

(now that the heat is overtaking him so completely, burning through and leaving his mind so empty, he can't think straight)

(the bedroom smells so strongly of alpha, it's where Thomas needs to be, but Heartland is the alpha, and leaving him is...)

He lets out a soft, confused noise.

(there's the fleeting thought, too, that he needs niisama, but...)

(but what can a beta give him?) ]

Ah...

[ Standing there and frowning at Heartland, Thomas sways on his feet, his legs shaking with the effort of holding him up right now - and then they give out entirely and he's left on his knees, staring up at Heartland with wide, confused eyes. ]

What... what happened...?

...sir?

[heartburning]

[...this is worse than he'd expected.

He frowns and leans down to pick Thomas up again.]

You're a bit too weak to stand on your own...

I'm afraid we'll have to feed you before anything else.

[So he heads, not for the bedroom, but for the kitchen, where the scent from the bedroom is drowned out by that of the lavish meal spread out on the table. He was expecting to discuss business later that evening, but...he'll have to cancel that appointment, he thinks.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas whines softly when he's carried further from the bedroom, when he's taken somewhere that smells more of food than of alpha.

(it... scares him a little, too, because there's more food than he's used to, fancier, and Thomas's stomach rumbles desperately but he doesn't know what to do with himself with food like this)

Lifting his head with some effort, he presses his nose into Heartland's jacket and sniffs at him, drowning out the food with the alpha scent. ]

No... need, I need...

[ He trails off, just whining softly instead.

(the omega knows what it needs, knows it needs an alpha's cock and an alpha's knot and an alpha's come to fill it up but)

(Thomas needs niisama, doesn't he?)

(isn't niisama the only one who'll look after him, isn't niisama the only one he can trust?)

(but niisama is nothing, niisama is a beta and the heats don't care about him) ]

[heartburning]

[Well. He supposes they'll have to start small.

He sighs and pulls off one of his gloves, pocketing it carefully before sitting down at the table and running two fingers through the sauce of one of the meat dishes.]

Food first, dear boy.

[Then he offers his coated fingertips to Thomas -- just to start him on it, let him taste.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas keeps up the occasional soft whine of protest, but then Heartland is sitting them down and removing his glove and then there are two fingers in front of his mouth, coated in sauce and still smelling of alpha beneath it.

(something omega and animal inside him takes over then, responds to alpha and to food when he's so hungry, when he's starving)

His eyes go unfocused and his teeth clamp down on Heartland's fingers, holding them in place with a trembling, stop-and-start growl as his tongue works over them to remove every last trace of the sauce.

And then he comes to a little, jaw slowly unclenching and his eyes focusing again, gaze darting to the rest of the food. ]

Hungry.

[heartburning]

[He winces a bit at the teeth in his fingers, but it's not as if he didn't expect it. He's fed omegas in heat before.

So once Thomas lets go of his fingers, he pulls off his other glove and stows it, reaching out to pull apart some of the beef on the plate and offering a piece with his fingers (the best way to do it, with an omega, although a fork would be cleaner). It's likely much more decadent than anything Thomas is used to, but he's confident that the heat will override that sort of concern.]

Not too quickly, now.

[makemebow]

[ Thomas barely even seems to register the quality of the meat, really; not with the way he practically inhales it from Heartland's grip, the warning going entirely unheeded in the face of the hunger that's every bit as overwhelming as the heat itself now.

Once that first chunk is gone he shifts and growls in Heartland's lap, snapping his teeth demandingly and looking back at the plate. ]

More, more!

[ There's something in the forefront of his mind, something animal and omega that stops him from taking anything from the plate himself.

(food from the table isn't for an omega to take; only for them to be given)

(especially when it's food belonging to an alpha) ]

[heartburning]

[He strokes Thomas' hair with one hand as he picks up the rest of that piece, holding it up for Thomas to take. Best to keep him a little calmer.]

If you insist.

[He'll make sure that Thomas is completely satisfied in this respect before he...well. Satisfies him again, he supposes.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas snaps it from Heartland's fingers in one, shaking his head sharply from side to side a couple of times before he swallows it down barely-chewed.

And then he's sitting up straighter in Heartland's lap, staring into his eyes.

(his whole body tense and coiled, like a dog waiting for food to be dropped) ]

Sir, sir, sir...

[heartburning]

[He smiles, at the title, strokes through Thomas' hair again.]

What a good boy you are.

[He offers another piece of meat, slightly larger this time.]

[makemebow]

[ Thomas snatches it up and then waits again, starting to knead his fingers into Heartland's thighs now. ]

Sir, sir...

[ He looks set to keep this up until he's full, the heat apparently forgotten for now in the wake of it. ]