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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 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. ]

[heartburning]

[He'll keep on feeding him, then, picking up piece after piece (with a few seconds between them, of course, to keep him from hurting himself) and offering them with a smile.

He'll give him as much as he could want -- possibly more, even.]

[makemebow]

[ Definitely more, yes, because the heat and the hunger combined don't exactly make for good impulse control.

Thomas seems to take a while to even register that at all, though, not quite realising until he shifts in Heartland's lap and feels the heavy, full weight of his stomach from the way Heartland has allowed him to stuff himself so completely. Looking down slowly, he lifts the fabric of his too-large sweater to see the way his stomach bulges out a little, full and bloated from the food.

(he should feel sick and that occurs to him now but he doesn't, not at all)

(heavy and stuffed full but not sick at all; if anything, he feels like he could still keep eating more)

Sweater still lifted up, he reaches down to touch his bloated stomach with a quiet confused noise. ]

Oh...

[heartburning]

[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.]

[makemebow]

[ 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?) ]

[heartburning]

[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.]

[makemebow]

[ 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...

[heartburning]

[...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...]

[makemebow]

[ 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. ]

[heartburning]

[...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.

[makemebow]

[ 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) ]

[heartburning]

[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.]

[makemebow]

[ 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. ]