"Ohhh... I never thought of it like that," Martin said, before wiping his palm over the nape of his neck. "I'm so hot and tingly."

"It's my pheromones effecting you, the pains have dulled a little, haven't they?" Douglas asked, watching the younger man nod and shed his shirt in an effort to cool down. 
"You are quite stunning in heat," Douglas commented as Martin pressed his good right hand against his flushed cheek and then trailed it through the perspiration on his neck and chest. "You always look beautiful flushed... I admit, it's half the reason I try to embarrass you so much."

Martin swallowed. "Beautiful?" Martin asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable - damn these hormones.

"Martin, I always find you beautiful, but especially now... This- This may not be the ideal time to tell you this Martin, but I have rather found myself in love with you."

"Really? You're not just saying that so I'll..."

"Martin, I've let you tie me to the bed for three days to help you stop hurting. The scent I release while we're naked and together like this will ease the pain of your heat even if you don't chose to mate with me. I'm going to be pining and aching for you the entire time, but I'll do it for you because I love you, Martin, and I'm willing to earn your trust."

"I actually thought you'd rape me," Martin sniffed, running his hand along Douglas' bare thigh.

"Ah, well. Just another example of you being wrong and me being right," Douglas quipped.

"Hey!" Martin exclaimed, giving a light slap with his good hand to the bit of buttock he could reach.

"Oooh, very kinky - tying me up and spanking me - there's promise for you, Captain Crieff!" Douglas laughed.

Martin was leaned over him, grinning when the scent change hit him. 

"Oh, Jesus..." he said, head tipping back to the pillows and squeezing his eyes closed to try and control his response. "Your fear has gone."

When there was no answer from Martin, Douglas looked opened his eyes. Martin, was hovering above him, a wild hungry look in his eyes. His good hand slid across Douglas' chest and up one of his tied arms, stopping to feel the muscle in Douglas' bicep.

Douglas, being Douglas, flexed the muscle under Martin's fingers and he saw the younger man's pupils darken. The fear had most definitely gone, Douglas marveled as Martin quickly pushed his trousers and underwear over his hips and flung them aside.

Martin swung his leg over Douglas hips and licked the path his hand had travelled, the hand itself returning to Douglas' hip and gripping tightly. He nuzzled his face into Douglas' arm pit, taking deep breaths and groaned aloud, panting - the first sound he'd made for a few minutes. 

"Easy Martin," Douglas soothed, knowing the inexperience Omega had just inhaled concentrated pheromones.

Martin mouthed almost desperately at Douglas collar bone and Douglas was about to focus the young man by asking for a kiss when he felt teeth sink into him. 

"Arghhh!" Douglas couldn't help the groan of pain. Due to the tied position, he'd not been able to take in enough of Martin's own pheromones through scent and bodily secretions to numb the pain of marking.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Martin said sitting back, guilt across his face. Douglas' suddenly rock hard cock slid against Martin's cleft and the alpha groaned again. 

"I broke the skin... I don't know what came over me," Martin whimpered, but even as he said the words he scratched his fingernails over Douglas' chest.

"It's okay... It's normal, you're marking me as you're alpha. It will feel wonderful in a moment Martin. Lick it. Please..."

Martin didn't question the odd request, instead bent forward again and licked directly over the bite mark, strangely happy with the odd concept of filling the small wound with his saliva.

Beneath him, Douglas moaned and twisted against his bonds.

"Jesus, Martin - you're dripping all over me! Oh, fuck, fuck," Douglas panted, thrusting upwards with futility.

Martin knelt up a little and looked between his legs. The clear, warm slippery liquid he produced during heat now dribbling from him freely. It drooled from him, sliding down Douglas' now erect and wonderfully large cock, slipping down over his balls and between his thighs.

He stared at it, the mixtures of strong scent washing over him. He felt empty, cavernous. He needed to be filled - how could he have been scared? How could he have not wanted this...needed this?

"Easy!" Douglas called out desperately as Martin placed his hands on Douglas' pectorals for support and lifted his hips.

Douglas' next call to 'go easy' was drowned out by his own groan as Martin fumbled his bandaged hand to grasp Douglas' slippery cock and sunk down.

Martin shuddered violently as it entered him - not from pain, his body had over compensated due to the long drawn out wait and Douglas' pheromones taunting his bodily responses until he was dilated wide and producing a deluge of lubrication.

He shuddered, halting his impalement and throwing back his head, because the feel of warm flesh penetrating him was more than he could have possibly imagined. His over-sensitized body let him feel every milimetre, every bump and vein. Every slight movement sent waves of pleasure firing from the nerves in his anal passage through his body, the reward exaggerated by agonizing wait he'd inflicted on himself.

It was all too much but he needed more and sank down further. He flushed hot, cheeks, neck and chest red, but shivered at the same time, his breathing came in quick, short pants and his good hand clenched hard, creating five pierced arcs of nail into Douglas' chest. 

Throughout it all he could hear Douglas trying to calm him, random words such as 'slow', 'easy', 'breathe', reached his ears, yet sounded so far away. 

His thighs buckled beneath him and he sank the remaining few inches in one go, the twitching rim of his entrance stretching wide against the stiff puffy knot of Douglas' alpha cock. He wailed aloud at the sensation - so full, so good, but he still needed, he still needed badly.

He rocked his body, the movement causing the slide of Douglas' cock in and out of him. It felt wonderful, marvelous, but a primal part of him still screamed with need. Douglas was his, only his! He dragged his finger nails down Douglas' chest, aroused further when he saw red scratches marking his mate.

And still it wasn't enough. He was marking him, fucking him, making Douglas solely his, but it still wasn't enough. He needed to be Douglas' as much as Douglas was his.

Oh... OH!

Martin fought at the ropes to release him, and Douglas arms came around his omega immediately, holding him in his lap and fucking up into him, but he could tell Douglas was still holding back. 

He didn't want Douglas to hold back anymore, he wanted Douglas to claim him wholly. To mark him, to bite him, to not leave single shred of doubt that he was Douglas' mate, Douglas' Omega - Douglas' to protect and keep. 

These ideas had been abhorrent only an hour ago, but now he wanted it more dearly than his next breath.

"Please, Douglas... I understand, I get it now... Please - I need to feel you claim me," Martin whined, straining upwards to feel more of his alpha's next thrust.

A strong hand came around the back of his neck, keeping him down and stilling him instantly. Panting, Martin locked his gaze with Douglas.

He nodded to the question in Douglas' eyes; His alpha needing the confirmation.

In a beat, Douglas flipped them over, looming over Martin's body and thrusting hard into his body before sinking his teeth into Martin's shoulder.  

Martin cried out in pleasure. 

Two days later, Martin was sat against the bed-head, munching his way through a packet of chocolate digestives Douglas had given him when he paused and looked down at his mate, dozing lightly by his side.

"Yep... I think it's definitely passed," he said sighing and putting the biscuit packet on the bedside cabinet.

"Thank God for that," Douglas groaned. "That was the last food in the house bar a can of garden peas."

"I was amazed at how hungry I got," he commented as Douglas pulled himself up and flopped against the bed-head next to his omega.

"In your defense, you exerted a rather large amount of energy for the full period of heat... Most omegas calm down a little after the first ten or so hours," Douglas groaned, exhausted.

"I thought it would be me all covered in marks," Martin said, turning to Douglas and looking at the scratches, bites and bruises that adorned his whole body. "I have a few, but you look like you've been attacked by a pack of dogs."

"I feel like I've been attacked by a pack of dogs... I dare say Dirk will be relieved by his lucky escape when he see's the state of me," Douglas joked weakly.

"Sorry..." Martin said with a coy smile

"Yes... Well, maybe next time you'll try to keep the biting to where it will be covered by clothes."

"Sorry," Martin said again. "Though your ear has stopped bleeding now," he added awkwardly.

Douglas raised an eyebrow at him.

"It has been fantastic... Thank you, Douglas."

"Was rather good..." Douglas said, smiling and blessing his good luck for getting a mate with the the libido of a teenage omega. 
"Though, I think you should introduce me to your mother before I heal so she can see what a deviant you are..."

Martin grinned.