WARNING: Even more smut than before, A/B/O tropes used in smut may cause deviation from how normal sex works, mentions of the possibility of Mpreg, but no real payoff (maybe not here, because i know it's not everyone's cup of tea), and smut. Did i mention smut?

I assumed that everyone reading already knows about A/B/O universe and the comments proved me otherwise, so i'm sorry about that oversight. I tried to explain it a bit more in story (well, at least, how it work here. A/B/O rules mostly works how the author wants it so mine may be different from others) so i hope that will minimized any confusion.

Hope you'd enjoy!


"Stop, stop this, please…,"

It was to that begging voice that Ace finally come to, eyes heavy and body inexplicably sore all over. He's no longer lying to his front but to his back, with hands on both sides of his head and lower half numb. At least, he thought it was numb when he could barely felt anything, but the sensation slowly returned like rushing blood, and he could feel before seeing one of his legs raised by a strong hand grip and the other propped against another body between them.

The voice returned, sounding like it was in pain, and it was with alarm that Ace opened his eyes further. Instead of finding anything remotely dangerous, however, he found Marco in between his splayed legs, one hand lifting his leg by the back of the knee and the other covering his face.

His face, and eyes that looks terrified.

Ace wanted to call out to him, yet his throat felt hoarse and dry. Marco hissed, eyes squeezed shut, removing the hand away from his face to slam it to the wall next to them. The sound of impact would've made Ace jump, if his entire body didn't feel like wet noodle.

Still, in this current pose, Ace could see something else of Marco's that had been covered before by his hunched posture. He was raging hard, cock erect and seems almost painfully red even as it leaked out pre-cum, and there was an odd swell by the base that he can see was pulsing weakly. The blonde was staring at it with near contempt, as if hating whatever it is that's happening between his legs.

Staring at the commander's cock sends jolts of want into Ace's core, and as he had expected would happen, he felt his hole growing wet once more, making him groan at the wispy and tingling pleasure the sent to his nerves.

Marco obviously did not expect him to be awake because he gasped at the noise, "Ace," he breathed, voice shaky, nothing like the confident and dominating presence he was before.

But even then, Ace felt him self growing feverish by just hearing his name uttered in that low, intimate voice. On instinct, he moved his free leg closer to Marco's side, his knee knocking against the man's ribcage and his ass wiggling slightly on the bed, crawling a little closer to the older's pulsing organ, "I— i need…," he moaned, his body knowing what it wanted since he woke up and his mind only now catching up with it, "I need you, Alpha,"

"Stop," Marco growled lowly, his tone urgent and dangerous, but instead of it halting Ace in any way, his voice only made the dark haired male shiver, "Ace, i'm not… I'm not your Alpha. This is… fuck, how did i let this happen…,"

He sounded absolutely upset, and the rejection stings, both deep in the younger's chest and more physically inside of his core. Ace mewled pathetically, unsure as to why there's an uncomfortable tingle inside of him but knows he needs to get rid of him, and that he needs Marco, and that he'd beg if he needs to, "Please, Alpha. I need you, please…,"

The blonde's chest was heaving slowly but heavily, as if he was deeply focused and holding back. The lust and desire in his eyes are undeniable, burning so intensely Ace could feel himself getting hard again when those blue orbs trailed down his body, while his dick began to leak even more precum, so hard it was bobbing with the slightest intake of breath. And yet despite all the telltale sign of want, he didn't do anything, only breathing even heavier and louder.

"Ace," he finally said, voice strained, "You don't… you don't know. You don't know what you mean. You're in heat, your first heat, you're not in control. I'm not your Alpha, and you're nobody's Omega. You don't really want this,"

But he does, he does know he wanted Marco, wanted that pulsing, flushed cock inside of him again, stretching his walls and filling him so completely. He wanted Marco behind him, on top of him, inside of him, he wanted that scent to envelope him again, drowning him in it and be devoured by it. So Ace lifted the leg still in Marco's hold and hooked it on his shoulder, while he let his other leg trap the older by his waist as much as he can.

His hole is getting so wet, dripping down to the bedding, now that it's so close to that large organ, so close he could feel the raw heat.

"I do," the freckled male sobbed, wishing for that release and pleasure once more, his body burning in a way that not even his flame could ever achieve, "I want you. Please, Marco,"

He sighed the name with so much want, pouring his entire desire in it, and he knew it worked the moment the older's eyes grew dark and mouth gone slack. The hand behind his knee started sliding down, down to his upper thigh and finally between his legs, and Ace could've cried out when those fingers grazed his leaking entrance. It felt so good, so close, and he needed it like he needed air.

"I need you,"

His hole was once again filled and stretched open in a single thrust, and a scream was torn out of Ace's throat.


When he opened his eyes next, Ace noticed that he's lying on his side and covered in sheet, the cool linen both feels heavenly and uncomfortable on his skin. His stomach was no longer curling and he could think a bit more clearly now. Enough to assess what just happened to him.

He had his heat.

He's an Omega.

Younger him would've been furious to know with how much he had wanted to be a big strong Alpha, but right now, Ace didn't know what to think. The heat made him feel vulnerable for a moment, confused and scared with the changes in his body, but right now, he barely felt anything. The only other sensation he remembered from the long, confusing blur had been the absolute pleasure, one that shook him to the core and now left him slightly empty.

And that scent, that still lingering scent.

He opened his eyes further, to find a smooth, pale back facing him.

Marco's shoulder was taut and his muscles tense, with his head buried in his hands. His entire pose screams misery, and while his scent was still there, it wasn't boldly flaring all around the room anymore, just mild enough for Ace to know he's there.

Ace shifted his legs and grimaced. His legs felt sore, but it's nothing compared to his hips and ass, aching in a different way than it had been before. To add to it, he could feel something thick and gooey dripping out from him, trickling down underneath the globe of his rear and making him shudder when it kept running down. He shifted his leg again just to stop the dripping, trying to sit up before a jolt of pain reminds him that his lower half was not in the best of state.

He was too preoccupied, that he briefly forgot about Marco, until the dark haired commander looked up and saw the man staring sideways at him. He looks anxious, almost hesitant in meeting Ace's eyes, which was unlike the Marco Ace knew.

"Some of it spilled," the blonde said quietly, "But i promise i didn't knot you. And with you on your back, i can't bite your glands,"

Ace think he was supposed to have an opinion on that, maybe something like relief, because Marco sounded like he was trying to comfort him. But all he felt was confusion, as he made it clear to the man, "What are you talking about?"

Marco winced, as if Ace's words somehow wounded him further, "You… right. You didn't know," he doesn't sound like he was addressing Ace at all, and he turned away, bitterly spatting, "Fuck, not like this. Not like this,"

His act, and remembering how hesitant he had been earlier made Ace nervous, stomach coiling in a different way than this 'heat' felt. The younger wanted to reach for him, to ask what was wrong, but as soon as he moved again, the cramp on his hips was back, and he could only moan lowly in pain, curling into himself reflexively.

The bed creaked, and Ace looked up to see Marco moving to sit closer, but not close enough for him to be on an easy reach. He looked guilty and rather stricken even, eyes staring at Ace's torso and lower, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…," he bit his lower lips, and took a deep breath before continuing, "Similar to how Omegas have heats, us Alphas, we…," again he paused, and finally twisted his body enough to allow Ace to get a better look of him.

Just like before, his dick was rock hard again, and the swell on the base seems to have grown larger, veiny and angry. Ace stared at it in amazement, and partially pitied Marco because surely, that has to hurt, "Alphas have ruts. Omegas in heats wanted to be knotted, and Alphas formed knots which can only be satisfied by, well, knotting an Omega and coming inside them. And in that situation, both Alpha and Omega will want to mate with their partner, a bond that can only be formed by the Alpha biting the Omega's gland in the middle of intercourse,"

Despite himself, Marco chuckled, though it sounded painfully stale, "Guess i did ended up teaching you all you need to know, didn't i?"

And despite himself, despite his confusion, Ace found himself replying, "You don't sound too happy with that,"

Just like that, the ironic smile on the blonde's face disappeared, replaced by an angry grimace, "How could i? Ace, if only you know what a horrible thing i had done to you— A heat and a rut should've been done by consenting parties. Not like… not like this," he squeezed his eyes shut, lips pulled to a downward arc as he looked away, as if ashamed, "But yesterday, i caught a whiff of your scent, and somehow, my rut was triggered much earlier than it should. And when i smelled it again this morning, all over the ship, i knew you've finally presented. I shouldn't have— I should have restrain myself better but my instinct took over too strong, like never before,"

Marco hung his head low, eyes still squeezed shut and sweaty bangs falling down to partially hide them. Down between his legs, he was still fully erect, pulsing and begging, and it was such a ridiculous contrast between the sombre mood the man's expression gave and his obvious primal needs.

And it because he realized that, Ace started crawling over, ignoring the twinge of his muscles until he was close enough next to Marco. He placed a hand gingerly on top of the older's thigh, trailing over slightly paler skin until he could brush the blonde's navel and across equally blonde curled and coarse hair that decorated the very base of the flushed cock. Tentatively, he reached over, brushing lightly before his wandering hand was caught with a harsh pull.

"Ace, didn't you hear what i just said?! You didn't want this! You're going to regret this once you're out of your heat!" the first division commander berated him in frustration, "Look, Haruta and Izou should be here any moment, okay? They're Betas, so they'll be fine around an Omega in heat, and they'll make sure no one gets in and did what i did. I'm going to leave while—"

"Do you regret it?"

His question halts the man mid-sentence, droopy eyes widening he wasn't expecting Ace's question. He quickly gained his composure back, expression pinched and troubled, "Yes, Ace, i do. I really do. I don't want to hurt you, much less manipulate you during your first heat of all times, and i wish i could've take it all back—"

Ace crawled even closer, up to his lap, and despite all of his words, Marco was silenced, eyes glazed as he kept staring with so much obvious want. His breath even hitched when Ace placed his hand on his chest, and from his periphery, the younger could see his body reacting accordingly as precum began to leak out of his very obvious arousal, "Do you regret that it's me?"

Just like the moment he entered this room, any cloudiness in Marco's orbs disappeared, but only briefly. His voice was shaky, overflowing with longing that he kept refusing himself that Ace pities him a little, "I… That's not… the problem…," the older hiccuped, and as his breath began to stutter, his scent started letting itself known again, a lot more heady and thick in the air.

Ace felt it wrapped around him, pulling him in, telling him Marco's real answer better than Marco himself ever could.

"Because i don't, Marco," he whispered, the air from his mouth blowing hot between their naked skins. Marco's chest trembled underneath his palm, a valiant display of restraint, and it was Ace's duty to break him out of it, "I don't regret that it's you,"

A pair of strong hands gripped his hips, neither pulling or pushing away, but held on to him so hard Ace winced at the intensity and the pressure it placed on his aching muscles, "Stop it, Ace, i'm trying so hard not to— You're in heat, any Alpha would be enticing to you—"

Having enough of Marco's seemingly never ending protest, Ace bended down and kissed him hard.

The muffled protest against his mouth soon disappeared, while the grip on his hips slowly loosening. Ace pushed himself to crawl above Marco's lap, and lowering himself just enough so his navel and stomach brushed against the hard knot. Marco moaned at the contact, the sound swallowed in full enjoyment by the younger before he separate them with a wet pop. With glazed eyes, Ace watched the redness that slowly crawled onto Marco's cheeks, watching his defenses falls apart with a strangled moan as he brought their body even closer.

"I am thinking straight now," he breathed, slowly feeling the churning in his stomach for what it is, "And i know it won't just be any Alpha. I don't want anyone else,"

The desperate look on Marco's face crumbled even further, and when it was him who brought their lips together in another bruising kiss, Ace knew he had won.

"You barely knew anything about this," Marco muttered to his lips, before once again devouring it in a searing kiss that sent tremors down Ace's spine. The hands were back on his hips, their grip softer but much more adventurous, kneading daringly on the flesh of Ace's rear yet almost shyly reaching more. Ace jolted his hips backward to that teasing finger, having it grazed against his abused entrance and moaned at the contact.

The younger paused their kiss to let out a breathy moan, when a finger made its way inside of him, pushing against the wall carefully and slowly. He's not leaking like he was before, since Marco's finger came out only slightly damp from the residue of their previous lovemaking that leaked out of him earlier, and concluded that Marco is correct.

So with a bite to the older's lower lips, he stared up to his eyes, to those fogged blue orbs that stares deeply into his own, "Then teach me,"

Just like that, he was laid back down to the bed, cradled gently unlike the push he had been expecting, with Marco looming over him. Ace reached up, framing the man's face with his hands, slowly guiding it down to his own for a gentle kiss. He let Marco sat on the bed, in between his legs, let him soothingly run a hand up and down his leg and humped against navel and the side of his own limp cock, which slowly grew to life from the friction and the kiss. The older reached down, and just as Ace thought he was going to direct his painful erection inside of him, Marco only goes to wrap both of their dicks in his hand, effectively rubbing them together with his thrust.

"Put it in me," he moaned in between their kiss, as Marco panted though his continuous thrusting motion. It felt good on its own right, but he had seen the state Marco's arousal was in, and Ace highly doubt dry humping and jerking would be enough for him, "You said you needed to knot in an Omega. Just put it in and come inside me, Marco,"

But instead of complying, Marco shook his head, sweaty golden tresses flowing according to the motion and tickling Ace's cheek, "Your heat is in remission right now, that's why your mind's clear. Out of heat, you won't be producing slick to help with insertion and," he paused, almost sounding embarrassed with what he said next, "It's… it's big, Ace. Knots are big, and there will be a lot of cum. I don't want to hurt you,"

Ace wanted to protest, remembering how good it had felt inside of him and sure that it won't hurt him, but Marco didn't seem willing to budge about this topic, "Then do it when my heat comes around again. I can take it,"

Marco raised his head, enough for Ace to see that his eyes became glazed with desire just from his words, though his words, as Ace had witness in the last couple of minutes, continues to betray what he obviously want, "It's not about whether you can take it," his voice hitched mid sentence, hips stuttering mid thrust and he let out a short gasp. Ace arched up at the sensation as well, already feeling himself close to the edge of orgasm.

The younger came first, letting out a keening noise as heated liquid sputtered and pooled on his stomach. The older man was still panting above him, groaning with every last pump of his hand before he too finally reached orgasm, and the onslaught of wetness on his stomach and even chest made Ace gasp.

The two of them were left panting, Ace laying weakly on the bed in post-coital bliss while Marco trying his best to prop himself up and from falling down on top of him. After a few more moments, he bended down to the side of the bed and grabbed something off from the floor, which turns out to be a wrung and stained towel Ace knew came from somewhere in his dresser. Evidently, it has been used before to clean him up, because he could see some white stains on the dark coloured fabric, crusting the threads.

As he cleaned in silence, Marco finally spoke up again, sounding a little hesitant, "An Omega's heat signals that they're at the height of their fertility, and finally presenting mean you are ready to bear," he trailed off, eyes pointedly looking away from Ace's own, "And though it wasn't quite as common as females, it can also happen to male Omegas,"

The towel was thrown away, once the blonde seems to deem them both relatively clean and he sat back, eyes trailing towards Ace's abdomen with one of his hand rubbing the side of the dark haired male's hips, "An Alpha's rut happen when they're on their peak of their fertility as well. Mating in the middle of both is a sure fire way to conceive, and while there are contraceptives to prevent that, well, right now, none of us had it in our system,"

The hand slowly crept up from Ace's hip to his rib before going back down, and after a moment, Marco splayed it on top of his abdomen, tracing the hard and muscled planes. His eyes fluttered close as he grunted, and even before looking, Ace could feel the familiar heated sensation of his dick swelling once more. It was a rather captivating sight, to see the older's cock slowly becoming filled once more, the swell that grew on the base seemingly growing even larger than before in complete vengeance.

Ace slowly let his gaze moved upwards, from that pulsing arousal and to Marco's taut stomach, to his heaving chest and to his face, once again crumpled in pain. Sweat trickled down from his forehead, and Ace knew it had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

Ignoring his protesting muscles, the freckled male pushed himself up and wrapped both arms around the man's shoulders. Marco melted in his hold unresisting, head falling limply on his shoulder, burrowing himself in the area between his shoulder and neck. He was still breathing heavily, heady and tantalizing scent much more pronounced due to their closeness. The scent of an Alpha, Ace thought, finally recognizing it for what it is, his Alpha, who's been fighting himself from the very second he stepped into this room for Ace's sake because that's the kind of man Marco was.

"My father is Gol D. Roger,"

Maybe it was the post-coital bliss, maybe he's just out of stamina, or maybe because it was Marco he's talking to, but the usual trepidation that accompanies this particular topic was barely there. After Pops' acceptance, he still had his doubts, he still has his fears and insecurity, but right now, he felt none of those. He felt inexplicable trust to this man in his embrace, and thus, he felt the need to comfort and please him the way he had to Ace.

Marco grew stiff in his hold, before relaxing once more, "Well now, i heard he did have a child, but nobody thought they survived," a pair of arms wrapped around his waist loosely, "Is there a reason you're telling me, though?"

"Does it disgust you?"

The head on his shoulder was lifted, and a pair of confused and baffled eyes stared down at him, "Why should i? He was Pops' rival, but also a friend. I'm amazed to know his son is here with us right now,"

There's not a smidgen of lie in his words.

Ace leaned his head forward, pressing their damp foreheads together and spoke in the same level of sincerity, "If you're fine with possibly having his grandchildren, then i'm fine with it too,"

The hands on his waist faltered, as Marco let out a strangled gasp. Before he can slither away from his hold, Ace tightened his arms, pulling the blonde even closer, "I grew up hating myself for it, thinking that i don't deserve to live because of his blood. I become a pirate to become free of it, from myself, but in the end, i can never run away from the fact that no matter how far i run, i can never escape from being his son. I thought i can never be loved for being the child of a demon, until i meet so many people who will accept me as i am. My mother, who gave birth to me despite who i am, my brothers, Pops," Marco's struggle died down, and Ace closed his eyes, placing his chin on the crook of his shoulder, "and now, there's you,"

Arms gripped his waist again, gently and trembling as if afraid. Though what Marco is afraid of Ace couldn't possibly know, "I can't tell my child self that it's okay, that there will be people in the future who will love him no matter what," a small smile graced his face, "But if i have one of my own, i will raise them to know that every single second of their life, they are loved. That they can never be blamed for who they are born to, because it wasn't their fault for existing,"

He shed a tear, followed by another, and it was ridiculous to feel this emotional over a thought that only ever come across him a few seconds ago, but Ace lets himself anyway. He held Marco closer, relishing in their closeness, in the older's scent and the comfort in the arms that started to grip him harder, pulling him even closer against Marco, "And i can't think of anyone i want more as the father than you,"

"Ace, you're testing my resolve," the blonde hissed, sounding like he didn't have much of it left, "Are you honestly suggesting— You're still so young, with so many options, with so much life ahead of you. You shouldn't settle for this decrepit old man, shouldn't keep giving me hope like this when—"

With one hand, Ace guided Marco's head away from his shoulder and to face him, wanting the man to see his eyes, to meet his gaze, and see that there's nothing but the truth in his words, "But i want you for a long time now. As a man, as my Alpha, my mate, even as the father of my child, i want all of you, Marco," he whispered resolutely, "I love you,"

Marco let out a noise akin to a wounded animal, the last of his walls of restraint finally crumbling down.

Their kiss was a cross between gentle and hard, lustful but loving at the same time. Marco held Ace so closely and tightly, like he was afraid of him changing his mind and slipping away, "I love you too. I shouldn't have, but i wanted you so badly, you're all i can think about, and i hate myself for it. For wanting you so much, for wanting to keep someone so free, so out of my reach. Nothing else ever mattered to me, if you ever happen to be another Alpha, if you never returned my feelings, i was fine with it because all i want was just to be close to you,"

The churning inside of Ace's stomach was back, and along with it, the tight feeling in his chest out of elation.

As he was laid back to the bed, suddenly the door was knocked, harshly and repeatedly, "Marco! You better stay away from Ace like you said you would! You need to leave before his next heat hits!" It was Izou, from the sound of it, and distantly in his bleary mind, Ace remembered Marco mentioning that he and Haruta will come by.

Before Marco can make a move, Ace slipped out from under the blonde, striding confidently to the door without even caring that he wasn't wearing a single cloth to cover himself. He opened the door, facing the shocked expression on both commander's faces, "He's staying," he told them, glancing back to the bewildered look sent to him from the bed, "Marco's staying here with me,"

In watching the awed expression on the older's face, Ace missed the look that crossed between Izou and Haruta. Especially Izou, whose lips curled in amusement, "Is he now?" the kimono-clad commander hummed, leering between the two naked men on the door and on the bed, "Oh, no wonder. I bet everything else will be ruined for you now. First heat and you already got a knot that bi—"

"Izou!" Haruta screeched, blushing brightly as he slapped the cackling crossdresser's arm.

Ace tried to say something - mostly trying to shoo them away - when his stomach cramped and he could feel his body once again going feverish. He moaned at the first trickle of slick down his thighs, only barely able to hold himself up against the doorknob until thankfully, he was pulled back against broad chest and held up by strong arms. Even through his slowly clouded eyes, he could see Whitebeard's mark on the chest he laid his head on, and could distantly hear Haruta's squeak and Marco's mutters before the door was slammed close.

Before he knew it, he was back on the bed, laid on his back and shivering with every touch. Marco's kisses and whispers were like a hazy blur, leaving him begging and wanting fulfilment.

Ace cried with every finger that entered him, slowly stretching despite his walls feeling loose and ready, and arching his back to every kiss and licks to his torso. Marco shushed him, letting go of his peaked nipple and exposing it again to the air, "I'll make it good for you this time, make you feel so good,"

"I can't take it anymore," the younger begged, head tossing from side to side as the fingers inside of him brushed against the very same spot that made him see stars, "Please, give me your knot now, please, Alpha, i need to feel you,"

Marco groaned at his request, lifting him up to turn him on all fours. Ace's arms could barely hold him up anymore, so he let them splayed in front of him, fingertips brushing the headboards and clutching the sheet while the man behind him lifted his hips and rear higher. The fingers has left him, making him feel empty, and with every squeeze of his muscles he could hear squelching sound from his hole that would've made him embarrassed any other time he wasn't so desperate.

Finally, when he could feel the older man loomed on his back, Ace sighed, pushing his hips back to the very prominent girth brushing along his crack, "There's one more thing i need to tell you. Omegas have glands, a scent gland right on the back of their neck," Marco muttered close to his ear, and he nuzzled close to a spot on Ace's nape, the same spot the younger remembered him kissing hesitantly against, "It's where their scent comes from, the scent that will invite Alphas to them, and should an Alpha bite it, made a mark to it, then that means they are bonded and mated,"

Despite wanting the chatter to stop and to get on with it, Ace turned his head, catching only a hint of blonde hair, "And if we're mated?"

There's another shudder in Marco's breath, and Ace was not blind to the fact that it was because of the thought of biting him, "Then everyone will know you're mine, as i am yours,"

Without even a single hesitation, Ace pushed his shoulder up, propping himself by his elbow and twisting his head even further back as he brushed his hair off from his nape, "Mark me, Marco,"

The bite was nothing gentle, in fact it stung like nothing else, but the second the pain began to subside, Ace could feel nothing but unending pleasure wrecking through his entire body. He mewled at the sensation, almost sobbing at how good it feels until Marco bit harder and he came with a loud cry.

Ace cursed himself for coming so fast, until Marco thrust into him, knot and all, and sends another jolt of pleasure to his sensitive body. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and with every thrust he began to feel tears streaming down his face and saliva dripping out of his constantly, widely gaping mouth.

How unflattering he must've looked now, buried too deep in nothing but orgasmic gratification, his lips unable to say anything but crying out Marco's name - though barely coherent - and moan to the top of his lungs, "Mar- Alpha, Alpha, please-"

In the middle of the violent thrusting, it suddenly stopped again, but before Ace could protest, he was turned to his front. Marco looks wrecked, blonde bangs plastered to his forehead and eyes blown wide, and the moment he saw Ace's teary face, he let out a pinched groan before connecting their lips together, "My Omega," the older panted against his lips, and the exhilaration that erupted in Ace's core was unbelievable, "Ace, my Omega, mine, mine,"

Their kiss was sloppy and wet, full of saliva, sweat and what else, but Ace returned the gesture just as fervently, spreading his legs as wide as he could while Marco continues to pound into him.

Ace came with a shout, spattering both his and the older's front, and Marco came with what could only be described as an actual roar, buried deep inside of him, knot pressing inside of his rim in a painful but pleasurable way, as he empties everything he had been holding back into Ace's tight, velvety passage. The dark haired one tossed his head backwards, eyes rolling back at how much he was filled with, but he was so wrung out all he could do was mewl weakly at the sensation.

Marco stayed inside of him, the swell of his knot dissipating very slowly. Ace didn't want it to go away just yet, so he squeezed a little and heard the other man groan, "Don't do that,"

He lifted his head, wanting to apologize, but any words on his tongue died down the moment their eyes met. The dark lust in those blue orbs were fading away, and all that is left is a long, affectionate stare even from behind drooped, tired eyelids, one that he had seen so many times directed to him but never quite understood the meaning of until today. Those orbs disappeared as the eyelids fluttered close, but it was okay, because Ace has closed his own eyes as he leaned in to Marco's gentle kiss, with only the barest hints of uncertainty.

As the separated, fatigue slowly encroach his being, and Ace stifled a yawn. He heard Marco chuckling, before feeling a kiss on his forehead, "Go to sleep. Izou and Haruta will bring us something to eat,"

Sleep sounds heavenly right now, and the mention of food reminds Ace that he's famished, "How much longer does heats goes for?"

"On average? You'd be like this for the next 3 or 4 days,"

Ace groaned. Feeling horny and wanting to fuck for an entire 3 or 4 days? He felt like he can't even survive this one day, "Does it work like that too with ruts?"

At this, Marco paused for a moment before burying his face on the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling and pressing butterfly kisses, before saying, "Ruts goes away once the knot is satisfied, actually. At least, it is when i'm unmated,"

There's a hanging implication there that he's supposed to notice, but Ace's body and mind were both tired. Still, it wasn't tired enough to notice that Marco has stopped saying 'Alpha and Omega' and instead, finally referred it as both 'yours and mine'. He liked to think it was a sign that Marco finally accepting that this is happening, that he doesn't have to keep dodging the fact that he wanted Ace as much as Ace wanted him. After all, they are now mated.

His nape gave a dull throb at the reminder, a sensation both thrilling and painful at the same time, "And now that you are?"

A soft and fond look crossed Marco's face at the reminder, before he replied, "I don't know if it'll happen immediately, but i'll knot for as long as my Omega needs it,"

When said knot finally fades, Marco pulled out and rolled to his side, pulling Ace's heaving body close to him. They shared another kiss, once turning into twice, and at the third, Ace couldn't stop his exhaustion any longer, feeling his eyes slowly fluttering close, "Marco?"

"Yes, Ace?" His hand was now wrapped around Ace's waist, while the other was used as a pillow for the younger. Ace could feel him reaching to his nape, brushing against the bite mark every so often and sending fluttering thrills down his spine.

"You'll be here, won't you? Through all of it?"

The hand brushing his gland and bite mark paused briefly before continuing, slower than before, "I will. Through this heat, the next heat," the hand on his waist moved to his abdomen, fingertips lightly brushing against the skin, "Through anything the future may have for us,"

As his eyes fell close completely, Ace mutters, "I love you,"

He fell asleep before he could hear it, but it's okay, he'll have more chances in the future to hear Marco's reply.


Thinking of making a sequel out of this for my next writer's block. Ofc, this entire thing is just an excuse to write smut...

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and for your kind words! Please let me know what you think and i hope you liked it!