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Prompting Post V
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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.
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FILL 1a/1 - Belated due to my dimness.
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Up until this point, Martin had been dismissing his clenching stomach as a reaction to Arthur experimenting with croutons in his coffee, and the fact he felt too hot to the broken air-conditioning unit.
It was only when Martin felt the tell-tale wetness in his trousers that he stopped writing in his log book, looked up and muttered 'Oh God'.
"Yes, Dear?" Douglas replied nonchalantly from the beaten old sofa in the portacabin he was reclining on. He turned a page of the paper he was reading, but didn't move otherwise.
They'd been in their burgeoning relationship now for a few weeks, but that hadn't made a slight bit of difference to either Douglas' wit or his interest in his share of the paperwork.
"Nothing," Martin answered quickly, in a panicked voice, his gaze snapping to his boyfriend.
Douglas eyes slowly appeared over the Times and narrowed with suspicion. They widened a moment later and Douglas' newspaper dropped to his lap.
"Are you..." Douglas said, trailing off to take a deep breath. "My god, are you coming into heat?"
"No!" Martin yelped, staggering up from his desk and stepping clumsily backwards.
Unfortunately, his movement sent a wave of scent into the room, giving away his lie even more.
Martin's usually lethargic first officer got to his feet with speed and pushed aside the flimsy desk as Martin pressed himself against the wall of the portacabin.
"You are!" Douglas growled, his voice suddenly low. The chair was also swept aside and Douglas crowded Martin against the wall, his arms bracing the wall on either side of his skinny captain.
Martin froze as Douglas leaned in, his first sweep of movement inhaling Martin's scent across the pulse point of his neck, the second, immediately after sweeping his tongue along the same path.
"Oh, how opportune... You in heat, us on standby - I think we can bypass the next few dates of kissing and cuddling and get straight to the rough sex," Douglas breathed against Martin's ear. "The question is, do I try to get you back to my place and risk having to pull-over and fuck you in the car at the side of the road, or do I take you over this rickety little desk right now and risk Carolyn coming in here to find you knotted and screaming?"
Martin let out a little whimper as Douglas rolled his hip's against Martin's. The hardness and threat was evident to the young captain. His worst nightmare was going to come true, he was going to get raped during heat, and worst of all, by Douglas, the man he was in love with.
Douglas pressed his face into Martin's neck again and inhaled - pulling back a second later.
Martin watched, still terrified, as Douglas' dilated pupils contracted sharply and Douglas pulled back immediately, shock on his face.
"Martin?"
Douglas' arms dropped limply to his sides and Martin took the opportunity, falling clumsily over the chair as he made a break for the door.
As he burst outside he heard Douglas shout his name behind him, so Martin kept running.
He ran as far as his shaking legs would take him and then snagged his precious jacket as he cut down between between the large metal storage sheds at the end of the airfield, hoping Douglas hadn't seen him. Once through the gap, he pushed his way through a rusty steel door and into safety, slamming it shut behind him.
Or at least he thought he was safe.
"Captain Crieff?" Came the low voice from the other end of the storage shed.
Gasping from his run, and bent with exhaustion and abdomen pain, Martin looked up to see Dirk, the groundsman, hanging rake onto the tool rack.
As Martin tried to regain his breath, Dirk stepped towards him with confusion in his expression. As he neared, the look of confusion cleared and Martin found himself backing up again as Dirk quickened his pace.
"He's not good enough for you!" Dirk shouted, suddenly angry. Martin flinched in response and in his panic grabbed a hammer from a nearby workbench, wielding it defensively until Dirk stopped a few steps away from him.
"I'm can look after you, Captain Crieff! I'll mate you here, now and I'll claim you as mine!" the big man said, stepping forward despite the hammer and swallowing Martin's entire form in his shadow.
As Dirk stepped the last pace towards him, Martin turned and with the last of his strength wrenched the rusted door back open and shot back out into the light.
~oOo~
Douglas was stressed with worry and exhausted himself, both from his frantic search across the airfield and his encounter with an angry, and rather big, groundsman. He stopped to collect his breath and to figure out where else to look when he spotted the broken glass.
From there it was only a matter of finding the small panel of broken glass in the door near the handle and following the small drips of red down the corridor of the disused building to where Martin was curled into a protective ball in the corner.
Despite Martin's head and legs being tucked up to make him as small as possible, Douglas could tell he was shaking like a leaf. The only thing visible was his right hand, held slightly away from his body and all cut open from the glass
"Martin!" Douglas shouted, rushing at the small, whimpering heap.
The captain let out a cry of fright and tried to curl even tighter in on himself, wrapping his sliced hand around his knees.
Douglas Dropped to his knees and immediately began forcefully uncurling the man so he could get closer.
Martin sobbed aloud and struggled as Douglas overpowered him and pressed his body against the whimpering pilot's and... hugged.
"Oh, Martin! I won't let anyone hurt you. Shusshhh, shushhhhh," Douglas soothed bringing his hands to cradle Martin's shoulder and face. Martin froze, still in terror as Douglas began lay gentle kisses across his wet cheeks. Martin blinked up at him in shock.
"Oh, Martin, you're bleeding," Douglas continued, gently taking Martin's bleeding hand in his own. Martin snatched his arm away automatically. A second later Douglas was releasing him.
"I won't be a moment, stay here," Douglas instructed, a second later he'd left the room.
Martin was frantically scanning the room for another way out when Douglas returned, out of breath and far too soon.
Martin scrabbled back against the wall, whimpering 'no' as Douglas approached again.
"Martin, please... You're hurt, let me care for you!"
"I don't understand," Martin whimpered. Right now Douglas looked like himself, the man who was treating him to romantic dinners and dates, knowing Martin needed to take things slowly. But the image of Douglas just half an hour ago, threatening to fuck him until he screamed was still too raw and frightening to rationalise.
When Martin didn't respond, Douglas, slowly and gently took Martin's damaged hand and started inspecting it for shards of glass.
"Why did you feel the need to hide in here? Breaking glass with your bare hand is a little drastic, isn't it?"
"You were after me..." Martin whimpered. "And then Dirk came after me, too."
"Ah, yes, I took a swing at him before coming in here... He tried to challenge me for you."
"You hit Dirk?!"
"Not exactly - I missed... He really is quite tall, isn't he?" Douglas said, hoping to get a smile from his boyfriend.
Instead Martin clutched at his abdomen again with his good hand, squeezing his eyes closed tightly.
"He wouldn't have come for you if you weren't scared, and that's my fault," Douglas stated looking guilty. "Would you tell me why you're scared of me?"
"Wha- What do you mean?" Martin asked as he watched with trepidation as Douglas placed gauze on his cuts and started to bandage.
"You're not unclaimed anymore. You've been spending so much time with me my scent is all over you.
"If you weren't frightened of me, they'd probably not bother you, or just come for a sniff to confirm your mine. But they see, or rather smell, a frightened, unhappy, claimed Omega - giving them the opportunity to take you from me," Douglas explained gently, seeing confusion on Martin's face.
"Strong Alphas feel protective to all omegas," he continued. "And, if there's one that is claimed and being mistreated, it's in their nature to want to fix that. I don't think were the ogres someone has obviously led you to believe... Who explained things to you?" Douglas asked, pausing to look Martin in the eye.
"My mum," Martin admitted with a gulp. "She told me it was best to lock myself away when I went into heat or I'd get... raped. She told me stories - horrific stories."
"Old fashioned type of beta, was she?" Douglas said mildly, finishing off the bandage.
"Yes, how did you know?... And Dad was Beta, too, but Dad never talked to me at all about it. I just got the same sex-talk my beta brother and sister got, but that wasn't really relevant to me. I was the only omega in the family."
"And you've never had sex during heat and always locked yourself away?"
"Yes, of course. I'm not mad, I don't want to be ra- I don't want that."
"Oh, Martin, that must be agonising for you," Douglas said. The clear pity in his voice confused Martin.
"It isn't pleasant, but better than the alternative, surely!" Martin exclaimed.
"The believed alternative, Martin. Betas have so many old wives tales, rumors and lies about Omegas and Alphas."
"But it's still not a good thing is it?" Martin challenged.
"Isn't it? My wife used to look forward to her heats. For her it was a holiday."
"A holiday?" Martin spat. "It's not a holiday, Douglas it's horrible and painful! That's such an Alpha comment!"
Douglas took a deep breath, looking up to calm his anger. Martin let out a small sniffling sound breaking the silence and when Douglas looked back down he saw pain across Martin's features.
"Oh, Martin... You're already hurting aren't you?" he asked. Martin let out a sob in response.
"Darling," Douglas said, sitting down beside Martin and taking his good hand. "Here's what is supposed to happen... Here's what your mother either didn't understand or didn't tell you: Firstly every heat with your mate makes your bond stronger - it's a wonderful, intimate time that both Alpha AND Omega look forward to.
"When it starts, the omega will become uncomfortable, and if left without an alpha will be become stressed, the physical ache will become painful... Not to mention the mental symptoms - acute depression, agonizing loneliness, despair." Douglas paused to watch a tear trickle down Martin's cheek.
"You know, the Alpha can sometimes scent that their omega is coming into heat before the omega knows themselves if a pair have been mated for a while. Some couples try and mate as early as possible, to savor the first act before the hormones and pheromones bring of the haze of lust. Others prefer to hang on a little, to tease, making the first coupling more satisfying."
"How can being forced be satisfying? It's not like the omega can change their mind," Martin argued, still shaking despite his tone.
"Of course they can... You did. It's true, that there's a tendency towards Alpha's being dominant and Omegas being more submissive, but it's not the rule, and that sexual aggression and driven lust gets instantly quashed if the omega experiences fear like you did."
FILL 1b/1 - Belated due to my dimness.
"The scent of your fear was like a bucket of cold water over my libido, and while you're still scared - and I can tell you are despite the bravado you currently are displaying - there's nothing on this world that could get me hard, even if I was mentally unhinged and wanted to rape you anyway!
"It also brings on the ridiculous urge to care for you and protect you, which is why you're currently sporting enough bandages on your fingers to cover a mummy."
Martin glanced at his now bulbous hand and a little smile appeared on his face as Douglas continued his explanation.
"After the first initial knotting, these protective urges also surface... Primal instinct to keep you strong and healthy through the mating. Keeping you fed and warm and comfortable and making sure the doors and windows are secure - not to keep you in, but to keep danger out - outdated, I know, but the primal instinct is still there."
"I could leave if I wanted to? At that point?"
"If you wanted to, yes. But it's highly unlikely you would, because your own primal instincts will be well in play, too. You'll be going through phases of sated and horny - one minute demanding sex from me, and as soon as you are sated demanding snacks and, well...petting," Douglas said, noting the rise of his captain's eyebrow. "My second wife said she had to diet during non-heat times, just to compensate for all the food I gave her during the few days of heat... And you do like my cooking, don't you Martin?"
Martin's smile was a bit wider this time. "But I could leave at any time if I didn't like it?" Martin asked.
"Yes... You'd leave me whimpering like a lost puppy, of course - Once mating starts if the couple are split, the Alpha pines rather pathetically," Douglas said with a rueful smile.
"And afterwards? Mum said an Omega is left battered after mating," Martin asked.
"Well, when heat does finish, we'd be sated, sore, and things can get a bit bity, so there could be marks on our skin, but nothing that wasn't welcome, and of course depending on our choice before mating, you could be with child," Douglas explained, causing yet another confused expression to appear on His captains's face.
"I thought that mating in heat was guaranteed to get the omega knocked up?" Martin asked with genuine confusion.
"Dear lord, you were told the Victorian version of the facts of life, weren't you? Without contraception, yes, but if you take a pill prior to the first coupling, you shouldn't conceive. It's freely available from chemists or free from clinic on the NHS... You knew that didn't you?"
Martin shook his head.
"I was cooking dinner for you tonight, if you remember... Still want to come around?"
Martin flashed a look to Douglas of slight alarm, the scent of fear washed over him again.
"I'm not asking if you'll let me mate you, Martin, I'm asking if you want to come for dinner, and if you need some company this time, to cope... And if you change your mind, I'll be there for you."
Martin curled in on himself, the horrible, hollow ache that was creeping through his body making him wrap his arms around himself.
"Martin, I know you're scared, but I promise you I won't hurt you, and you can't stay here all night... Especially as Dirk is outside."
Martin gave a little glance to the door and then a little nod to Douglas, who got to his feet and gently pulled Martin up to his.
"It might be best if on the way out you reassured him you're fine," Douglas suggested, laying hand on the small of Martin's back and guiding him to the door.
"Captain Crieff! Are you okay?" Dirk said, dashing up to them as soon as they were outside. Douglas, beside him, stiffened. Dirk standing a little taller in response.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, Dirk," Martin said awkwardly, looking between his first officer and the six and a half foot groundsman.
"You sure?" Dirk said, sniffing and looking unconvinced. He reached out but stilled when he heard Douglas' low growl.
"Yes, yes, we've just had little talk and we're going back Douglas' place to work it out," he explained, hoping that would be enough to convince the big Alpha.
"I could come and wait outside if you want, just in case," Dirk offered, looking terribly sincere. Beside him Douglas huffed and rolled his eyes.
In truth, it was kind of cute. The big ogre actually just wanted to sit on Douglas' doorstep to make sure he was safe, but then, of course, take him to bed and screw him solidly for the next couple of days.
"No, no. Everything is fine, but thank you," Martin offered, noting the disappointment on the groundsman's face as Douglas slid a possessive hand around his waist.
Douglas left a note for Carolyn, before guiding Martin to his car and taking him home.
~oOo~
"Here - just in case you decide you want to stop suffering the old fashioned way. There's no bad side-effects if you don't... I think they're still in date," Douglas said holding the packet out to Martin. They were in the ensuite bathroom of Douglas' house; the bathroom Martin had bolted for as soon as he'd stepped through the door as a wave of nausea had swept over him.
Martin frowned, sat on the edge of the bath. Still holding his abdomen with one hand, he took the packet and flipped it over in his other hand. "MateRight - Instant Contraception for the Modern Omega. Works in under 10 minutes!"
Another cramp hit him, and a cold sweat flushed over his skin directly afterwards. He knew from experience this would just get worse for the next two days, until all he could do was curl into a ball and cry - not only because of the pain, but because of how piercing his loneliness felt.
He glanced at Douglas was now busy wetting a flannel and back at the pills. Would it hurt just to keep his options open?
Douglas rung out the flannel and turned back to Martin, pressing the cool cloth to Martin's forehead.
"You're burning up," Douglas said, quietly, trailing the wonderfully cool cloth down Martin's cheek to his neck.
Just to keep his options open, he decided as another cramp twisted inside him.
He slipped open the packet and noted one pill was missing. An unexpected spike of jealousy shot threw him.
'One pill per adult omega. Not for Beta or Alpha consumption' read the instruction.
Martin popped the pill furthest away from the empty plastic blister and placed the small yellow pill in his mouth, swallowing it down.
"I've had a thought," Douglas said, waving a hand to tell Martin to keep the pills when he tried to hand them back.
"I'm asking for total trust from you, I can understand after everything you've been taught how hard that is, so how about I give you trust in return... Tie me to the bed."
"What?!" Martin gasped, looking up.
"I cant stand to see you in pain like this. If you tie me down, so there's no chance I can escape, then I can't possibly do all the nasty things your mother tells you alphas will do... This way you get to stay in control, to mate with me on your own terms and to stop suffering," Douglas reasoned, calmly.
"But that's like raping you!"
"Hardly, I'm more than willing, and I can't bare to see you hurting like this... Please, Martin," Douglas said, pressing the cloth against Martin's forehead as another flash of pain appeared on his young boyfriend's face.
During the following moments of silence, the scent of fear filled the small bathroom, making Douglas feel a little ill. He pulled the wet flannel away, scared that his touch would cause Martin to run again.
"Martin, it's okay," Douglas soothed. "It was just a suggesti-"
"Yes... Yes. Okay, I'll try it."
~oOo~
Douglas stood next to the bed, opening his shirt slowly as not to scare his boyfriend, who had strategically placed himself next to the bedroom door as he watched.
Douglas didn't say anything as he got undressed, nor did he give eye contact as he folded his clothes next to the pile of food and water he'd hurriedly placed next to the bed.
"You're- You're not..." Martin said, stumbling over his words. Douglas glanced up at him, noting his young omega's gaze was focused on Douglas' flaccid cock.
"No - You're still scared. That's okay, you'll probably relax a little more once I'm fully tied up."
Douglas picked up the four neck ties he'd pulled from his wardrobe and placed them on the edge of the bed nearest Martin.
"Come on, then," Douglas said, lying down on the bed and raising his arms above his head. "I can't tie myself down."
Martin nodded, stepped forward and silently began to tie Douglas' wrists and ankles to the sturdy bed frame.
"It feels wrong doing this," Martin said, one hand over his abdomen, the other testing the strength of the last tie.
"Oh, I don't know, it's kinda kinky," Douglas replied with an eyebrow wiggle, effectively breaking the tension.
"Trust you!" Martin commented in response to his naughty smirk.
"Yes, Martin - trust me," Douglas said in a suddenly sincere voice. Martin paused and looked at him silently for a moment. The scent in the room changed and lightened, and Douglas smiled at him.
"Right, you're secure," Martin continued, breaking the moment and leaning back, his gaze roaming hungrily over Douglas despite still looking, and smelling, wary. "What should I do now?"
"Anything you like. Treat me like a Fisher Price Play-Mat if it makes you happy," Douglas said, watching Martin's attention focus on his cock. "I mean it, Martin. We're built differently, the size, the knot - touch me, explore me."
Martin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and tentatively reached out, smoothing his fingertips over the soft skin of Douglas flaccid cock.
The fingertips stilled when Douglas moaned at the touch.
"I thought you couldn't enjoy this yet," Martin asked, a little startled. His scent, in the small bedroom, shifted again.
"I said I couldn't get hard while you smelled of fear. I'd have to be a dead man not to react to a beautiful man touching me so intimately."
The answer seemed to suffice, and to please Martin, who re-started his tentative exploration with a blush.
"It feels... squishy," Martin murmured as he ran his fingertips over the bulbous knot at the base.
"It hardens and expands, but still stays soft enough to mold to your body."
"To keep the semen in?" Martin asked, in more of a confirmation as he felt the width and weight of Douglas' cock.
"Yes, it will expand, locking us together just before I come," Douglas explained, his breath hitching.
"Will it hurt?" Martin asked, wrapping his hand fully around Douglas' cock. Douglas happily noted the use of 'will' rather than 'would'
"I'm told it's very intense, but I don't think it hurts... In my experience, more often than not it triggers the omega to orgasm," Douglas replied.
"Really?" Martin asked, genuinely surprised.
"Yes, certainly on the first coupling of heat - think about it, the most sensitive part of your body being intensely stimulated and the first contact of my release into you immediately satisfies your ache - pleasure, plus the relief from pain of heat all in one, must be wonderful."
FILL 1c/1 - Belated due to my dimness.
"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.
Crap...
Not my day.
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So happy you found and posted it! I wouldn't wanted to have missed that for the world.
And Dirk...I think I will always be afraid of Dirk.
The way Douglas calmed Martin and the way Martin grew and accepted - just wonderful!
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