24 hours later and he was a mess. Sobbing as he squeezed the last of his fake cum into his body, cuming himself with it, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough!

His belly was tick, almost making him nauseous, even with the thick dildo inside of him, the cum and slick was leaking next to it and pooling onto the sheets.

His floor was riddled with practically all the toys that he had, but none pleased him. This knotted dildo that filed him the only one that almost reached the itch, yet couldn't fully get to it and left him whining for more.

Never had this happened. He hadn't even been able to rest. Usually he came a few times, could take a little nap and eat a snack, pleasure himself again, sleep, eat, self-please. Rinse and repeat until in the end his heat didn't start up anymore.

But now, now his body was screaming at him that this wasn't what he needed. When he knotted himself with the dildo and squeezed the cum into himself, his body was happy for a split-second before suddenly feeling betrayed and letting his heat flare up again, not giving him the rest he needed.

He usually didn't mind his heat. It was a fun three days. But now he didn't know what to do anymore!

No... He did know... His Omega knew. He just didn't want to accept it. He just didn't want to accept that he now realises that he was desperate for Ace's cock. He didn't even fucking care if the raven was still a pup, an alpha or beta. Even if he was an omega like himself, he wanted that freckled beauty to fuck him into tomorrow and maybe the day after too.

More hours passed and nothing worked. His heat grew from bad to worse as his fake cum was empty and he didn't get a single second of successful pleasure.

Screw this. He was getting Ace. He couldn't bear it anymore. He felt like his heat would go on forever at this rate and he couldn't handle that, not even with his Phoenix He needed his mate.

"Mate-yoi."

He said mate. Mate. Ace- Ace was his mate. His true mate. He found him. HE FOUND HIM!

Now quicker than before was he getting up, stumbling out of bed, uncaring of the dildo slipping from his ass and bouncing onto the floor. He didn't need that anyway, he had his mate. He would get his mate. His mate would fill him up.

Out of his room he turned for Ace's door next to him, not bothering to knock as he opened it.

"A-Ace- I- Ace?"

Distress came off him as the room was empty. Where was his mate? Why was he not here?

He smelled the air, trying to get a whiff of his mate's scent. And oh boy did he catch a smell. Slick gushed out of him as he moaned, entering the room even if it was empty he made for the bed, with trembling hands grabbing the pillow, the object that smelled the most and pressed it to his face. Breathing into it hard as his body was going through excited.

He would probably look like a freak, like a psycho smelling and cuming whilst sniffing a freaking pillow. But it was his mate's pillow, so it was okay.

But it still wasn't enough. Holding the pillow to his chest, the corner still poking just under his nose for him to smell, he made his way out again. Going to move around the ship to find his mate. Find his mate so he could finally get those freckled pups pumped into him and end his heat.

Thatch had always been one to keep an eye on his closest friends, whenever they appeared they were naturally drawn to them. This also made it hard for them to prank him as he somehow always looked their way when they were sneaking up on him.

So when his eyes were drawn to the door on the deck he didn't really think anything special about seeing a tuft of blond in the window, just Marco coming to the deck outside.

That was until he remembered his brother was supposed to still be in heat for another day and he was running the second the door opened and he saw his brother's state.

Within seconds he had Marco pushed inside and the door pulled shut behind them.

"W-wha-"

"Marco! What the hell?"

Big blue eyes looked confused to him and he remembered he was still in fact in heat. He lowered his tone and spoke gently as he put hands on Marco's shoulders and gently turned him around to go back.

"Let's go back to your room, brother. I'll make you something to eat and bring it, you know you don't need to come all the way out here."

"No- no food."

"Do you want water then? Something to drink?"

Marco shuffled a bit away from him, pawing at the hands on his shoulders and Thatch let him take them off. Not wanting to force anything on the blond.

"Ace-yoi. Need Ace."

"Ace is busy right now, Marco." Why would the blond even want Ace right now? "If you have a message for him, I'll give it to him. Let's just go back to your room right now."

"No. Need Ace."

"Marco, please. You're stark naked, you have a random pillow and aren't even using it to cover up. You're... you've dripped a path of... whatever that white stuff is, from probably your room all the way to here. You're not in a state to walk around. Let's just go back, get you in bed, I'll even change your sheets so you have some fresh ones. Then I'll get you something to drink and eat... Or if you want to wash up, I'll help you, okay?"

If this happened years ago, he would have been embarrassed immensely, not knowing what to do and probably shoved Marco in his room. But by now, after being a commander and a lot of others came to him for help or advice, he learned a thing or two how to treat the others when going through a rut of heat. Besides his own mate he ofcourse never did anything physical with them, but he just learned better how to make the time better, like helping them clean up a lil and making them comfortable. And besides, this was Marco, his best friend that always held his pompadour out of the toilet when he was puking his guts out after a party, the least he could do was guide his stark naked and leaking brother back to his room and help clean him up.

Once more Marco pushed him away, even sending a small glare his way before walking on his own.

Good, he was going to his room-

"Need my mate."

"That's always nice when you have your- Your mate? Marco... You don't..." his heart broke, was Marco's omega looking for a mate? As close friends to the blond he knew of his situation and Marco hadn't told him of having found them.

"Need-yoi."

"..." What does he do now? He wants to offer to look together, but not like they'll find them. But he could act? But how long would an Omega in heat look for them? Would they search endlessly? He doesn't want to make anything worse. "Marc-"

Sniffffffff

He blinked at the loud sniffing noise and watched as Marco was practically inhaling the pillow in his arms. "Marco?"

"M-maaaateeee~"

"! Don't cum onto the floor here ! Aaaaaaah!" What the fuck!? HOW MUCH FUCKING SLICK IS GOING TO COME OUT THERE!?

"M-marco, calm down. Please." Not knowing what to do, Thatch hovered his hands around the Omega that was in bliss from smelling a freaking pillow. Wait- "Who's pillow is that, Marco? Who's your mate?" The blond obviously had someone in mind!

"Aaaaaaaaa~Accccceeeeeeee~"

Ace- Ace was Marco's mate? But Ace only just presented, how would Marco know? Oh- now he thought of it, Marco's schedule was off... Did Ace's scent travel over and trigger Marco?

"Ace is still presenting, he's-"

"A-alpha?"

Questioning eyes looked up and Thatch nodded slowly, "Yea, or well it looked to be like- STOP CUMMONG OR SQUIRTING OR WHAT NOT! OMG! I'M GOING TO NEED TO CLEAN EVERYTHING! Or maybe we just need to burn the ship and get a new one, what if this stains!" He waved his arms, trying not to look at Marco as this was somehow a private moment, especially when one hand was behind Marco's back and Thatch did not want to see what it was doing.

"A-anyway! Ace is still presenting, he's in one of the isolated rooms right now, so you can't- Marco wait!" With speed Thatch didn't know Marco had right now, was the Omega running into the ship. He shouldn't have said where Ace was! "Marco come back!"

He ran after the omega to try and speak sense into him. Ace wasn't fully presented yet. He was still a half-pup. He was probably the worst Alpha at mating now! He may even miss Marco's hole like 5 times or so with how slippery the blond is probably- aaaaah! Don't think of Marco's hole! Don't picture it! God he's going to be traumatized.

"Careful! It's slippery!" Thatch yelled a warning as he dodged someone coming out of a room. Knowing he'll have to explain this to Pops when he heard a surprised scream and a thud from behind him. God... how was he going to explain that someone got injured by slipping over Marco's slick in the middle of the ship? And how was Marco so freaking fast!?

"Stop!" Just before Marco reached the door to Ace's isolated room, Thatch reached the blond and took his arm, pulling him back.

"He's presenting, Marco, you can't- gah!"

Within seconds he was pinned to the ground under a strong talon, giving him angles of Marco naked body that he never wanted to see, yet it didn't make his current position any less terrifying.

"M-marco-"

"Give me the key-yoi."

Not even the feeling of something dripping and seeping through his shirt under Marco could make him crack a joke right now. His brother was strong, one of the strongest on ship, even as a commander himself he could do nothing if Marco was serious about this.

"He's presenting." he tried again carefully, "He's not with himself, Marco. You can't go- urgh." Taking hold of the talon he tried to ease some pressure on his chest.

"He's my mate. I need him. He needs me. I will help him."

"You can't-" Once more his breath was pulled from him as sharp nails dug into him. Nothing like tearing into his flesh like the first commander would do to his enemies, but he felt they pierced his flesh just with the sharp tip.

"Give. Me. The. Key. Yoi."

"No-"

A loud growl echoed and it send shivers down Thatch's spine. Marco never growled before. It scared him immensely and he couldn't move as the blond crouched, talon staying firmly planted on his chest while the blond reached into his pocket.

Not long later the key was fished out and the blond stood tall again, smiling like a silly man the key in his hand. The whole picture would have been hilarious. Marco standing stark naked on top of him and trying to threaten him. Smiling like an idiot while holding a pillow.

Though he couldn't usher a laugh or even move a finger even after the talon was pulled away and the blond unlocked the door, disappearing inside quickly.

Only when the lock turned from the other side did Thatch sit up. Putting a hand on his chest to breath slowly. 4 small puncture wounds on his chest from Marco's talons, bleeding already stopped, but it clearly showed the blond would not take no for an answer.

Once he would breath he got up, he had to tell Pops. He didn't know what the elder could do now... Not like they would be able to separate them anymore now... but at least he should know what happened.

Atleast Ace had admitted to liking Marco before to him so... maybe... even if not the start they expected... this would jumpstart the relationship...