Mihawk/Shanks •1•
(Their Captain's Heat)
Shanks sighed as his headache started to pulsate. His heat was getting closer and he wasn't sure what to do about it this time.
Before Roger was the one who watched over him and helped him when it got to be too much.
And Shanks had helped Roger during his ruts while they were out at sea. Shanks had even started to fall for the man before distancing himself when he found out about Rouge, Rogers bonded mate.
He had been slightly heartbroken but after a while had figured out that his 'love' was more of an overenthusiastic amount of adoration. But the problem still remained. Roger was dead, and oh how much grief he still felt from the thought, and he was never going to dare to ask one of his new shipmates/crew members to help him. Not when there were only few of them so far and their trust was still so fragile.
Besides it's not like he just go and jump into anyone's bed, even when he was in heat. He would just prefer if he had someone he greatly trusted to watch over him during it and slightly help him along when it got to be too much. Just enough to keep him from going insane.
But now he didn't have anyone he trusted that much. Trusted not to force a bond on him in the heat of the moment. Or trusted enough to see him in such a vulnerable position. He trusted his men, especially Benn, but he couldn't do that to him.
He had docked them at an island and told Benn that they'd be staying for two weeks, and to take the crew and go on a small vacation with them. It didn't take long for Benn to figure out what was wrong and nod before going to tell the crew of their unsuspecting vacation.
Shanks had left the ship before the crew and went to the farthest tavern he could find. Asking for a room and letting the faintest of wisps of conquerers haki, not enough to make anyone pass out but enough to get someone to do what he says no matter what, leak out as he told the male beta not to allow anyone inside.
He had locked himself in the room and sat on the bed. He had a bit longer before it would hit him full force but not long enough to explore the town before he had to lock himself in.
He could already feel his head start to pulsate in pain, and dizziness was already starting to affect his balance when he stood. His body had already started to feel heavy and he knew soon he would barely be able to move his own body from a weakness setting into his bones. His vision was already starting to blur and he could feel a light sheen of sweat covering his clothed skin.
To think it was already this bad and it hadn't even hit him fully yet. That's always how it went for him.
There was a knock at the door and annoyance spiked in his gut. Hadn't he told the receptionist not to let anyone up. He was gonna pay after two week.
He didn't say a word after the knock and waited till he heard footsteps walking down the hallway. He didn't really care who it was and probably wouldn't be able to drudge up any haki to find out at the moment anyways.
His body decided it was tired of waiting at that moment and he felt the heat explode in his blood. His torso convulsed in a painful ache and he fell back into the bed with a gasp tearing from his lips. He groaned and whimpered slightly, before his hands started to claw at his clothes. It was suddenly too hot under them and his hands fell slack before he could unbutton his shirt.
His vision blurred completely until he could only see colors and a shape.
His breathing was uneven and stuttered as it came quickly and was painful. Whimpers from the pain escaped him unwillingly and what little he could do to move was just to writhe in pain.
His mind filled with a fog and his hands clenched onto the sheets.
He distantly heard a key enter the lock on his door, and although somewhere in the back of his mind he new he would be panicking and trying to force whoever it was trying to get in out, he couldn't bring himself to move or care too greatly. He was ignorant of the world around him even if he could still hear and see it.
The door opened and the smell of an alpha filled the room, but it wasn't a scent that was trying to overbear him and make him submit to them. It was forcefully calming and soothing. Whoever it was knew how to be around an omega in heat and try to help them by calming them instead of trying to forcefully bond them.
He heard footsteps walk over and he felt fear spike in the back of his mind. He couldn't see them he had been facing the other way before the weakness set in and now couldn't turn his head to look. He felt a hand touch his collar and he used the little strength he had to jerk away from it.
It wasn't much of one but if was enough to get the message across that he didn't want whoever it was. The hand let go of his collar and traced up to his face. Grabbing his cheek and slowly turning his head to face the intruder.
His vision had cleared slightly enough at an alphas touch that he could at least identify the alpha. The fear and nervousness he had felt dissipated as the alpha set off more of a calming scent than before. He had never felt so relieved to see Benn in his life.
He watched as Benn started to murmur reassurances, and telling him it was going to be alright, while slowly undoing his clothes while touching his skin as minimally as possible. Though his hand slipped a few times and the skin contact was both heaven and hell for him, and each time he groaned and Benn would draw back and apologize before starting on his clothes again.
By the time Benn had gotten all of them off him Shanks had clinched his eyes shut and grit his teeth. Benn tossed his clothes to the floor carefully working an arm under Shanks shoulders and the other under his knees that were still hanging off the bed, before lifting him up off the bed and turning him to lay down in the middle of the bed. Shanks was a rag doll in his arms and didn't react at all.
Benn covered him up with the thin blanket before running his fingers through the red hair, already starting to slick with sweat, and then turning and walking out of the room locking it back behind him.
Benn honestly didn't like seeing his captain like this. Not because he thought it disgusting or repulsive, but because Shanks was such a strong and proud man under such a goofy persona. And to see him physically so weak, sensitive, and in pain was jarring. He hated knowing his captain was like this and there was nothing he could do to help him.
But he would help him the most he could. He would help him in the ways that he could. And he would protect him while his captain couldn't protect himself.
He walked down the hall to the only other occupied room, they had made the other attendants on this floor leave, and walked straight in without hesitation.
Inside were the other few members of the crew he looked at them as they stared back.
He nodded and they all took off out of the room to go complete the duties he had previously assigned them. Guard duty. Supply restock for the ship. And other things.
He was left alone in the room and he sighed as he took his gun off of his back and leaned in against the wall by the door.
His mind flashed back to his captains face, scrunched up in pain and trying so hard not to react to Benn's touches every time his hand slipped. His breath coming fast, heavy, and uneven. And the faint, barely there, whimpers and groans from his throat.
Shanks may not have wanted to burden the crew with his heat, and may have come to this tavern to bear it out alone, but they weren't going to let him suffer through it alone. They would protect their captain with everything they had.
No matter what.
Benn would be the only one to see him through the week because he had such a high tolerance for self control and wasn't easily drawn towards an omega in heat besides his preference wasn't in omegas, so the temptation wasn't as high as it would be.
They would do what they could during this week and then they would help him recover next week. They would protect him. No matter what they had to do.
They would protect him.
--(xXx)--
The next day Shanks couldn't move by himself at all, was covered in sweat and other fluids, and was burning up.
He didn't sleep that night and he wouldn't be able to for the week.
Benn couldn't do anything for his captain about the sleep but he sat on the edge of the bed with a cold rag wiping the sweat from his face as Shanks panted, facing away from him.
He could tell Shanks was exhausted and in so much pain, and he hated that there was nothing he could do for him.
He set the rag aside and leaned down putting an arm around the red heads shoulders and lifting him up. Adjusting him so his head was on Benn's shoulder and was supported by one arm as he reached down and picked up the glass of water from the floor bringing it to his captains lips and slowly tilting it back so the man could feel what it was before his mouth opened and he greedily gulped it down. Shanks hand shot up and covered Benn's hand over the glass gulping down as much as he could.
"Slow down." Benn murmured as he pulled back slightly to forcefully make him slow down.
Finishing the glass his hand fell limp again and his head lulled on Benn's shoulder. The first mate set the glass down before guiding his captain back down onto the bed. Brushing the hair out of his captains eyes before picking up the glass and rag and walking back out. Locking the door behind him.
--(xXx)--
By the third day Shanks was almost close to screaming.
--(xXx)--
By the fifth Benn had to do a little more than he had been. He had to make him orgasm.
--(xXx)--
The seventh day Shanks didn't even have enough energy to keep his eyes open and barely enough to even breathe.
Benn had to hold him in his arms and slowly keep coaxing him to breath or just reminding him that it was the last day.
When it finally ended Shank's body sagged as his temperature cooled. One big breath was released from his lungs and his face relaxed as he passed out.
Shanks sighed in relief and leaned back against the headboard for a moment before maneuvering them both so that Shanks was laying on the bed.
He would let him rest and come back to help him start recovering when he woke.
--(xXx)--
Shanks didn't recover enough to see anyone other than Benn until the third day after his heat ended. And they partied.
They couldn't leave yet because Shanks would still be weak for four more days and was still pretty exhausted. But that didn't stop them from celebrating that they had their captain back and that they had successfully protected him.
None of them commented on the past week or teased about it. It just wasn't something you teased about. But that didn't mean they didn't notice how tired their captain was and the bags under his eyes.
Shanks had been surprised but delighted to find out that the whole crew had been staying at the tavern as well.
Still they were just glad everything had turned out ok.
