#alpha marco

After interviewing with Tate and Marco, you accepted the unconventional job and you’d been with them ever since. It was interesting, fun, and there was always something going on with 1,000 wild pirates on board. In terms of clinical care, you enjoyed your work and found tending to the Emperor’s crew to be rewarding in its own way. You enjoyed interacting with Whitebeard, the old man reminding you of your own grandfather who you missed dearly. No, the problem wasn’t with the job or the crew, you thought to yourself.

“Why do you wanna leave me? I thought you liked it here,” Tate whined, grimacing as the bite from the vodka hit her throat. Tate wasn’t using a chaser, the two of you already a few drinks into the night. Not that it was a problem, you’d both given your livers quite the workout during nursing school.

“I do like it here, it’s a great job but -” you started, trying to break the news gently.

“It’s Marco, isn’t it? I knew it, I knew you liked him. You’ve got good taste, he’s a catch. You don't need to leave because of some crush," Tate said with a smirk, making you choke on the beer you were drinking between shots.  The Commander in charge of the First Division was...something else. He was smart, kind, charming, and an incredible doctor. His handsome smile disarmed you daily as you passed off the patient reports to him at shift change. He treated you like an equal, not like a lowly Beta nurse as you’d come to expect from Alpha doctors. His scent was amazing, better than anyone you’d ever been around before. And yes, you could admit to yourself that he was stunningly handsome. You weren’t sure what lucky star he’d been born under to make him such a perfect person. 

“No, it’s not that. I don't have a crush on him, I just don’t know if I can keep this up,” you said, motioning to your whole body.  Marco was one thing, but you’d worked with intelligent and sweet doctors before. No, the bigger issue was that you were an Omega. It was well known on the seas that Whitebeard didn’t allow Omegas onto his crew, not even among the nurses. He said that they caused nothing but trouble as their scents and heats would throw the crew into chaos. And so it had been…until you’d come around. Tate begged you, literally on her knees, to join the crew. She said there wasn’t anyone else she trusted to take care of the crew at night, that she couldn’t sleep at night over worry for the patients, that you were the only person who could fill the job. She said she’d keep suppressants secretly stocked on the ship and that no one would ever know. You thought it was a bad idea to disobey an Emperor’s command but the offer of working with Tate on the ship was too alluring to turn down.

Month over month you took the suppressants to dull your heat down to an unpleasant sensation similar to period cramps. It messed with your head sometimes but overall the medications were working. None of the many Alphas on board smelled your heats or tried to scent you and they treated you like any other Beta. It was kind of freeing in a way, not to be taken less seriously because of your designation. Omegas were thought to be flighty, vapid, and childish, even if it wasn’t true. You were finally getting a taste of what it would have been like to be born as something other than Omega and you'd been enjoying it.

The suppressants worked but the stress you felt every month was overwhelming. You didn’t want to have to answer to Marco in case they ever failed. You started having stress dreams about going into heat and someone finding out, the Captain making you walk the plank to your demise because you were an Omega. Knowing Whitebeard's personality you didn’t think it would happen but ultimately he was a powerful pirate who answered to no one. So even though you enjoyed the work, you didn’t think you’d renew your contract with Tate. You just couldn't take the stress of hiding your dynamic from Marco anymore.

“Oh, come on. No one knows and no one will ever know. The meds work just fine and besides I don’t think anyone would care at this point. You’ve saved me n’ Marco so much anxiety by being here that Whitebeard would make an exception for you,” Tate explained, already eyeing the bottle of vodka for another shot.

“I don’t know, I think it also does something to me. Y’know, avoiding…that for so long,” you said quietly, indicating your heat. Suppressants weren’t meant to be taken long term and you’d already been on them for six months, you needed to take a break or they’d stop working. You’d have to pay the piper and suffer through another heat. You didn’t know where you’d do it - you’d have to find some island far away from anyone on the ship that might know you. 

“Just do it on the next set of islands - there’s a huge city filled with all kinds of people on the main one but you can rent private cabins on the smaller surrounding islands. If you’re missing from the crew no one will notice with so many people and smells around. Rent a cabin room and find some rando to help you. I’ll cover for you, say you need a break from the crew if anyone asks,” Tate argued, filling your shot glasses again. You hummed, mulling over the idea in your head. It wasn’t a bad plan and you hadn’t had a break from work in months.

“Alright, that might work. Let’s think through the details tomorrow - after these SHOTS!” you finished with a whoop, causing the other nurses to woo their enthusiastic reply. You’d deal with all your Omega problems in the morning, it was time to have fun with your friends. 

A few days later you came around to Tate’s idea. The Moby docked at a densely populated island known for its nightlife and partying. Surrounding the main island were quieter islands known for their tranquility and privacy. No one was likely to find you during your leave, you’d booked a solo cabin on a small island. You were spending a ton of money on the cabin and you didn’t think the other crew would bother spending their hard earned wages on something that they couldn’t drink.

You were preparing to leave the ship, making sure your notes and reports were all finished when you felt someone looking over your shoulder. Glancing up, you saw the beautiful blue eyes of the First Division Commander and became flustered.

“Oh, h-hi. I’m just wrapping up, I have um - well, you know, you approved it -”

“Shore leave,” Marco finished your sentence with a lazy smile. He glanced down over your notes from his high vantage point and leaned over your shoulder. Your face burned with a flush as he took the pen from your hand and crossed out a word in your report and rewrote it from behind.

“You accidentally wrote carotid with two ‘r’s. I’m a stickler for spelling,” Marco said, putting the pen back in your hand. You hadn’t moved an inch, the heat and proximity of his body throwing your senses into overdrive. If Marco stayed for a moment longer you were going to combust from all the blood rushing to your face.

“Whatever perfume you’re wearing for your trip is becoming yoi,” Marco said with a tilt of his head and a smile, straightening up and walking away. You felt sweat dripping down your back from sudden stress- you weren’t wearing any perfume. You’d stopped your suppressants that day in anticipation of going into heat for the next few days but you hadn’t expected your scent to begin to come on so strongly so quickly.

“Uh, t-thank you Mar- Commander. Commander Marco,” you stammered, trying to end the conversation so you could get away from the ship full of Alphas.

“Just Marco is fine. I’ll be on shore leave too, maybe we can meet up for a drink?” His tone was calm but his eyes held a fire in them that you couldn’t identify.

“Ah, oh. Um, I’m gonna be busy, I have to - um…I’m busy,” you trailed off, not wanting to tell him the reason you’d declined. If he asked you a second time you felt like you’d fold immediately, telling him anything he could ever want to know about you. 

“Of course, maybe another time then yoi,” he said easily, unwinding his stethoscope from around his neck to continue working. 

“Y-yeah, another time,” you said, still blushing.

You practically threw your notes at Tate to get away from Marco as you left the infirmary that morning. Any other time you might have considered his offer to get a drink but today was not happening. You were already tired from working the night before and you still had a ways to go before you could rest. The urge to nest was building in you, you could hardly stand being on the dinghy to the island with the Alphas and Betas on the crew. It felt like it took an eternity to get from the ship to the little island with the cabin you’d rented. You were bursting with the need to arrange the clothes you’d brought with you as you disembarked on the tiny island. You were walking on the path to your cabin when a familiar bird landed on the dock of the island and transformed. You felt the blood drain out of your face as you ducked and tried to hide behind a tree from your Commander. It didn’t work as Marco spotted you right away and waved. Cursing in your head you couldn't think of a way to get rid of him without at least speaking to your boss.

He began walking over to you with a smile but it faltered into something more serious as he sniffed the air. Tilting his face and looking about, he quickly located what he was looking for - you. He walked briskly over to you in long strides, his brow furrowed as he continued to take deep breaths through his nose.

“Come along,” Marco said calmly like he was talking to an errant child, taking your forearm in his large hand. You bristled at the contact, hoping he was just smelling your stronger scent like in the morning, not reacting to you going into heat. Maybe he was just upset that you’d turned him down for a drink saying you were busy and found out you were alone on a vacation island instead. There was no way he should know you were going into heat this early, the suppressants should hold you over for a few hours until you had time to make your nest.

“W-wait, I need to get to my cabin, I rented -” you tried to object weakly.

“No, you’ll stay in mine, I rented the only other cabin on the island. It’s bigger and has better accommodations. I need a break from my siblings every now and again yoi. I didn’t expect you to be here - and going into heat,” Marco said with a pointed look as he pulled you towards the larger cabin. Your hopes were dashed along with your future - you hung your head as you continued to trail behind your Commander, tears falling unbidden down your cheeks. Finally reaching the little house, Marco opened the door and pushed you gently inside. When the door shut, your fingers itched to begin making your nest in the bedroom, wherever it was.

Marco was right, his cabin was way better than the one you had rented. It had two bedrooms, a full kitchen and a huge claw footed bathtub. You hadn’t had a bath since you’d joined the Whitebeard Pirates and the thought of soaking in hot water was enough to make you swoon. But you had to deal with Marco first, your Commander looking at you sternly as you set your bag on the floor.

“How long do you have until your heat comes on?” Marco asked with concern. He was standing in front of you as you studied the floor at his feet. You couldn’t make eye contact with him right now, it was too overwhelming. He was your boss, your Commander, and the only Alpha in the room and you didn’t want to make things worse.

“It’s supposed to come in about two to three hours,” you whispered. Marco tutted at you, wiping your tears off your cheek with his thumb.

“And what was your goal yoi? To have it here, alone on the island? What if another Alpha smelled your scent and tried to get to you? What if the pain became too unbearable and you suffered? Not a very good plan.” he said, chastising you gently while cupping your cheek. The heat building in you had you wanting to nuzzle into his hand but you were able to stop yourself - for now. You took a deep breath and held it to calm yourself down.

“I didn’t - wasn’t - I’ve been on suppressants,” you stated plainly, glad to be done lying to Marco. 

“I figured that out yoi. I won’t help you through it if you don’t want me to. But I’d like you to stay here where I can keep you safe. I would feel…neglectful if you were hurt during an unattended heat,” he said, stroking his fingers along your cheek.

“Because you’re my Commander?” you asked in a whisper.

“Something like that. Go on now, make your nest,” Marco replied, picking up your bag and handing it to you. You grabbed it with both arms, clutching it to your chest. What you really wanted was the shirt he was wearing and his sash - you needed it for your nest. Maybe you’d ask later but for now you were already ashamed enough at being caught lying to the Emperor and being caught going into heat by your boss. You didn't know what the punishment was going to be but your mind was already clouding with the heat. Scurrying along, you quickly found the bedroom and threw your clothes on the bed. You didn’t have much time before you were hit by the pain of heat onset, you had to hurry. 

You felt Marco watching you from the door frame as you stripped the bed of its blankets and pillows to move them around. Sniffing through the room, you tossed out the rank decorative pillows into the hallway.

“Do you need anything else? Any more linens?” Marco asked, still watching you.

“Ah, no. I think I brought enough,” you said, staring at his sash. Following your gaze, he removed his sash wordlessly and handed it to you with a soft smile. You flushed furiously but took the garment, barely able to stop yourself from putting it over your face to bask in the scent.

“And did you bring ibuprofen for when the pain starts?” Marco asked as you worked his sash into your half built nest.

“It doesn’t help much,” you said while arranging the sheets into a new formation. Marco hummed and continued to watch you. Having him observe your process was even more nerve wracking than it usually was to go into heat. Part of you wanted to tell him to leave but another part was preening for the Alpha in the room. Pushing off the wall, Marco walked towards you slowly. You watched him warily, putting down the shirt in your hands.

“What?” you asked suspiciously as he approached you.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to yell at you. I’m disappointed you hid the truth from me but now’s not the time for that discussion. We can talk it all through later. Tell me what you need, little Omega.”

You cleared your throat and looked up at the handsome doctor. He was watching you with concern, like you were something precious about to shatter. No one had helped you in so long, you'd been taking care of yourself for years. Maybe just this once you could depend on someone else, on someone you knew you could trust.

Some things were just meant to be the way they were. Marco knew this and with time, accepted it. His own turning decades prior a combination of providence and bad luck. Luckily, he was accepted into the large and very accepting pack led by Whitebeard. An aged Omega werewolf who poured all his energy into rearing his pack and keeping his territory safe. A man he gladly called ‘father’ with little prompting.

He spent many nights during his first year sleeping besides his father, blooming instincts settled with the scent of old growth and seafoam.

There was some adjusting to his new ‘dynamic’ that came with being turned into a werewolf. As an alpha, he instinctively sought order through leadership. Personally ensuring day to day matters ran smoothly. A low tolerance for threats outside the den and a keen sense of territorial possessiveness that was banked with age. If his den wasn’t coated in his scent, or his father’s, he couldn’t sleep. Restless and aggressive to teases.

When Ace came blazing into their life, a lone beta wolf, there was an unusual switch-up. Ace’s instincts were a tangled mess of unmet needs and a desire to carve out his own place in life. Restless without a true purpose, as beta’s tended to be. Ironically more high strung than alphas or omegas, as their instincts demand they fine tune the dynamics around them. Patrol for threats and ensure things run smoothly in accordance to their alphas or omegas. Alone though, he snapped and snarled at any sign of authority. Daring someone to prove they were worth listening to.

It was a very long adjustment period, to put it lightly.

Now they were starting to strike out on their own as a mated couple. Still attached to their father’s den but feeling out life on their own. Marco was pleased at how well Ace and himself meshed. But there was something missing. That sense of home, something worth keeping safe. An omega.

Now, it wasn’t strictly necessary to have an omega in a pairing. Plenty of mated couples lacked an omega and did just fine. But for them, two wolves with strong instincts and memories of broken homes? It was something that went past yearning and into obsession.

For three years now, they’ve been scouting out possible matches.

Three years of failures to find someone who gets along with them and is an omega when turned.

Arguably, this wasn’t entirely unreasonable to expect. The turning only heightens what’s already there. Most people aren’t especially intense—ending up as betas. And more people are the type of aggressively proactive that winds up as alphas. Omegas, on the other hand, are a little more complicated. Nurturing and defensive, reactive and cunning. Not something that’s immediately apparent. They’re meant to form the center of a territory, though what that means changes over time and depending on the culture.

Omegas are the hearth to the beta’s kindling, to the alpha’s fire.

The failed prospects were guided to their father, who gladly took them in, already aware of what they were doing.

Marco was thankful that he’d been able to convince Ace to not go forward with any advances until they knew their potential mate was an omega. It would have made things incredibly awkward to have a string of failed courtships being funneled into their home den. They’d never hear the end of it.

But Ray? Ray was promising. So promising they’d taken to going out on runs before their dates to keep from doing something rash.

Ace raced through bushes and weaved between trees like a shadow dappled with strawberry blond spots like sunshine across his pelt. Silver eyes cutting into the afternoon light as he panted. Marco kept an easy pace, his golden blond fur stark against the dark foliage. Tail and limbs tipped a glowing blue that matched the fur across his muzzle.

Their markings were unusual and striking, a point of pride for their den. Even their father was only a stark white, mane once golden like Marco’s.

Marco leapt forward and nipped Ace’s tail, reminding him of the time.

It was all well and good to get out that energy now, before their date, but he didn’t want Ace exhausted.

Tonight was the night.

Ray had passed every test with flying colors. His dry wit and soft smile enchanting them both. It had taken everything in Marco to not speed things along.

Ace yipped like a pup and spun on a dime, boots grinding into the dirt as he slid back from sheer momentum. He panted, smile wide and teeth just a little too sharp to be human. It spoke of his ridiculous stamina that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, arms thrown wide as Marco leapt up and transformed into the embrace. Human arms wrapping around his younger lover. They both relished the shared heat of their bodies and mixed scents.

Cinnamon and myrrh, thick incense and spiced candy. Snappy and deep over the soft scent of the forest.

“…We should get going. Ray will be here in an hour.” Marco reminded him softly. Ace chuffed, the sound reverberating in his chest as he nuzzled Marco’s collarbone.

“Think he’s the one?” Ace asked softly. “I… I don’t think I’d mind if he wasn’t. We could have four, right? If he’s not an omega?” Marco smiled, burying his face into Ace’s hair. Hand brushing over his sun-kissed skin where their father’s mark was emblazoned boldly.

Truthfully, Marco felt the same way.

Ray just fit like they both hoped an omega would. They’d be devastated if Ray wasn’t an omega, of course, their search to start anew after so much hope. But…

“No matter what the results are, he’s ours.” Marco confirmed before clearing his throat. “But he’s going to need his energy regardless. So, we better make sure the food is ready!” He worried a little that Ray would turn out to not be an omega. Adjusting to life as a werewolf with heightened senses and instincts was rough enough as it was. Having to explain the desire for an omega—while emphasizing that it wasn’t that Ray was lacking to fulfill them—would be difficult no matter what Ray presented as.

Ace nodded and bounded off through the trees with an energetic skip in his step. Marco following sedately behind him to their private home bordering their father’s territory.

They’d gotten the recipe for a massive roast dinner from Thatch. It had been teasing Ace’s senses and relentless appetite for over a day now. It spoke of how much he loved Ray that he hadn’t tried to sneak a bite before tonight. Not of any of it. It was actually quite touching.

A quick clean up to ensure that they didn’t look like they’d just spent the past four hours running around the woods and all that was left, was waiting. Ace was sitting on the counter, heels kicking at the wood in a quick, rhythmic fashion. Eyes never leaving the front door. Marco smiled and looked over the fresh bread rolls, making sure to ruffle Ace’s hair on the way past him.

Fifteen minutes before dinner, there was the crunch of gravel. A car’s headlights cutting into the growing darkness as Ray pulled up and parked beside Ace’s hotrod. Ace perked up, barely containing himself from throwing open the door before Ray even got out of his car. Marco kissed his cheek fondly, slowly pacing his arrival to the front door to just fall behind Ray’s.

The knock was firm but polite and after only two beats, Marco opened the door.

“Hey, Ray. Come on in, dinner’s almost ready. I’ve had to beat Ace off of it with a stick.” Marco smiled, taking in Ray’s appearance. A striped, blue sweater an increasingly common sight as fall set firmly in with dark wash jeans and sneakers. Ray smiled, pushing up his red glasses, brown eyes bright as he looked up at Marco.

“Well, I see he isn’t too bruised up, so I guess he learned quick.” Ray grinned as Ace leapt off the counter and rushed over to greet him.

“Don’t listen to him, I didn’t try and eat any of it once!” Ace huffed playfully, Ray’s brows raised in surprise.

“Wow, I’m surprised! It smells delicious.” Ray grinned, Ace preening under the brief attention with a smirk at Marco. He allowed it with a smirk of his own, gently steering Ray to the dining room table.

“Take a seat, dinner’s almost ready.” Marco commented softly, hand pressed low on Ray’s back, pleased when he felt Ray lean against the touch before following along.

Marco wondered if that soft, musky scent not unlike old books with pressed flowers would stay when he was turned. He hoped so, it fit so well with the energetic, spicy scent Ace naturally exuded and his own, tamer but no less powerful scent of incense.  

Ace was wired up despite the harsh run, almost bouncing as he helped Marco set the table and distribute the wine. Nothing too much, some fancy brand Thatch recommended with the roast from their father’s personal collection. He preferred the stronger stuff, so wine tended to stay in the cellar to age for even longer than intended.

Marco selected a nice, thick cut of roast, the meat falling apart as he plated it alongside a hearty serving of potatoes and vegetables. A fresh roll of bread perfectly golden brown completing the meal. There was even apple pie for dessert, though Marco didn’t bring that out just yet.

He couldn’t resist kissing the top of Ray’s head when he put down the plate. Ray startling, head turning to look up at him in surprise. Marco smiled softly but said nothing, merely enjoying the soft blush. He did glare at Ace when he noticed the hungry smile, arching his brow to remind him of the plan—regardless of Marco’s brief slip.

Ace pouted and took a massive bite of roast, beaming as the savory meat hit his palette.

“It’s just as good as it looks, Marco—this Thatch’s recipe? You guys mentioned your brother cooks a lot.” Ray commented, Marco smiling at the praise with a nod.

“It is. It took some convincing to give the recipe to us though, for some reason, he doesn’t trust us to cook for ourselves.” Marco commented idly, taking a bite of his own meal. His mouth watered and he briefly wondered if there was a minor miscalculation in play.

Perhaps a juicy, meaty dish was a poor choice when the next few hours would require so much patience and control. A pasta, at least, wouldn’t call his instincts so heavily to the forefront. It was too late to change his mind about the food, though. So he was left hoping his self control was good enough to not do anything drastic and scare away Ray.

Despite his worry, dinner went smoothly with light chatter and pleasant conversation. Ace even managed to reign himself in when Ray reached for more wine, exposing the pale column of his throat to the two of them. Marco wasn’t sure he would have been able to stop Ace from biting their would-be lover when he was so close to snapping himself. The delicate meat still thick on his tongue as his fangs ached for something a little tougher to rip into.

“Let’s eat dessert on the back porch. It’s pretty nice out and I think the pie’s still warm.” Ace suggested smoothly. Ray grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Oh, I’m pretty full but… it does smell good. Maybe just a slice?” Ray chuckled, Ace glancing at Marco for approval, beaming when he nodded his head.

“If you can control yourself, Ace, you can cut the slices. Not too big—not everyone’s a black hole like you.” Marco reminded him playfully, grabbing their wine glasses and leading Ray to the back porch.

The night air was chilly and peaceful. The sounds of the city too distant to hear, even for his alert senses. His instincts baying intensely at the coming event in anticipation. The desire to pull Ray close and sink his fangs into Ray’s soft skin as the full moon rose up high over the tree line almost too much to bear.

Marco swallowed hard, discreetly widening his stance to make room for his hard cock as he placed the half full wine glasses on the railing.

The others they turned were bitten in less… claiming places. Firm nips to wrists or biceps during a confusing moment, just in case things didn’t pan out. ‘Accidents’ staged with heartfelt apologies and careful guidance during their first, completely involuntary transformation.

But Marco already knew Ray would be theirs. So where else than his neck to permanently wear the indent of Marco’s fangs? Soon to be joined on the other side by Ace’s, though perhaps Ace would choose somewhere else to leave room if Ray wasn’t an omega. Marco wouldn’t dictate that, though. It was such a… personal choice.

“Here we are! Apple pie, fresh out of the oven!” Ace cheered, handing over the plates. Ace had a large slice, unsurprisingly, Marco’s second largest due to his increased appetite. Ray had a decent slice of his own, though Marco knew he’d likely want more after transforming. Protein, carbs, and sugar really helped after the first transformation.

All three of them leaned against the railing, enjoying the ambience of the night.

Ray finished first, Ace purposefully going slow as he kept looking at Marco in askance. He shook his head subtly.

Not yet.

Ace’s plate was stacked on top of Ray’s, licked clean with utter shamelessness as he looked at Ray hungrily. Almost certainly imagining something else to be licking instead.

Then Marco put his plate down, licking his lips as he slowly pulled Ray closer.

Ray tensed up, looking at him in surprise with a glance at Ace. Only finding warm acceptance and hunger.

“Thank you for coming to dinner with us. You’re such a treat to have… maybe you could stay the night?” Marco purred, kissing Ray’s cheek. Sliding his lips down the curve of his jaw, pressing his tongue to the rapid pulse point cheekily.

“I-I… you both want me to…?” Ray asked softly as Marco rubbed his nose over the stubble on his chin. Ace pressing against his other side to nuzzle his hair, hands creeping under his sweater. “Mmn~!” Ray moaned as Marco pulled away the neck of his sweater.

Licking a hot stripe across Ray’s skin in anticipation.

“Yes, we both want you.” Marco confirmed gruffly, nipping down to his desired spot lightly. “First though… we need something from you.”

“Say you want this, Ray. And we’ll change your world for the better~” Ace whispered into Ray’s ear, hand disappearing well up Ray’s chest. Ray’s heart stuttered, clearly flustered as his eyes locked on the moon.

Marco couldn’t hold back the pleased snarl as he pulled Ray’s sweater farther down, tongue pressing against the base of his neck. Teeth dragging over his skin.

“I-I…” Marco readied himself gleefully, jaw open wide. “I want you—NGH! A-Ah~!” Marco bit down hard, blood pooling in his mouth as Ray moaned hoarsely into the night air, eyes still fixed on the full moon.

Marco dug his fangs in deeper, feeling the change begin instantly with a harsh fever. Quickly, he lapped at the blood and pulled away. Working in tandem with Ace to remove his clothes.

With practice, Ray will get too keep them. But the first transformation is rough.

Ray didn’t fight them, eagerly leaning against them as he panted, shaking hard.

Once he was completely bare under the moonlight, Ace and Marco stripped as well. Pulling Ray off of the porch with whispered praise.

“You’re doing so well, babe! I know, I know, it’s rough but just ride it out.” Ace cooed, stroking Ray’s sweaty skin as he stumbled, glasses falling to the ground. Breath a thick fog as muscles rippled beneath his skin.

“You’ll only feel this way once, Ray. After this it’ll feel just like breathing.” Marco reassured him, gently guiding him onto his knees as he clutched the grass. Panting and moaning in confusion.

It was all they could do until Ray threw back his head and the change washed over him in a wave of silver fur.

He collapsed, Marco fretting over his prone form as he took stock of Ray’s changes.

He made such a pretty wolf. Fur iridescent under the moonlight without a single mark otherwise. Blood drying on his neck a stark contrast to the silver-white fur. Limbs slender and built for speed, though smaller in stature than either of them. Marco took in a deep breath, scenting Ray properly for the first time since the transformation began.

Old books with pressed flowers, rich earth, and the wind wafting off of him in thick waves. Something delicate beneath it all drove Marco to shift and press his muzzle into Ray’s soft fur. It made his mouth water, that discreet scent almost watery musk that Marco knew concentrated between Ray’s legs.

Marco yipped, licking Ray’s fluffy ear with a victorious snarl.

Omega.

Ace grinned, teeth bared as he shifted, eagerly whining into Ray’s fur. Marco nipped Ace’s snout in warning, reminding him to take it easy as Ray came to. The two instead scenting Ray as he huffed. Slowly coming back from the intense experience to affectionate nuzzles.

Shakily, Ray sat up, ears pinned down in panic as he whined. Distress souring his scent.

Marco huffed, licking his muzzle and overwhelming him with his own, confident scent. Communicating without words that he was safe and theirs.

It took Ace playfully yipping and nipping Ray’s paws to bring him off the ground and his belly. Quickly acting like a pup by zipping around the yard, encouraging Ray to follow suit. Marco nudged him along, approving of Ace’s approach.

Stumbling and cautious, Ray moved. Following Ace’s game as he dutifully followed Ace’s scent. Nuzzling into Marco’s fur with a whine whenever a new sensation overwhelmed him. Marco kept his behavior in check, licking his ear or muzzle whenever he got distressed.

It took over an hour for Ray to calm down and start playing with Ace properly. Still unsteady but eager. The two rolling in the dirt and bushes with the occasional howl.

Well after midnight, there was a distant call of their father, checking on them. Howl cutting across the miles of forest with ease. Ray instantly falling to the ground with a frightened whine, instinctively recognizing he was technically trespassing on another omega’s land.

Marco gave a sharp bark, drawing Ray’s attention. Grinning when he noticed the instinctive raise of his hips and rewarding Ray with a gentle nip to his hind leg. Nudging Ray to sit up and join their call.

Ace threw back his head and howled like a wild thing, Marco calling in amusement. After a moment, Ray cautiously joined, ears perked for any sign of rejection despite their encouragement.

Their father gleefully howled back, acknowledging and welcoming the new addition. Ray yipped, tail thumping against the ground eagerly, almost bolting in the direction of their father. New instinct demanding he greet the head omega of their pack personally.

As cute as it was, they already had plans. Their father would gladly wait, but they certainly would not.

Marco stepped over him, pressing him down into the dirt with an amused chuff as Ray whined. Concerned he had done something wrong. Marco huffed, nuzzling his chin onto Ray’s head.

Ace’s scent spiked, thick arousal growing in the air as he watched eagerly. In answer, Ray’s scent grew as well and Marco knew it was time.

Hours of engaging in play and scenting had led to this moment. Ray was as deep in his instincts as he’d ever be.

Marco snarled, sending Ace running to their house. Ray whining as Marco’s scent clouded the air with an intensity that only grew as Ray responded in kind.

Slowly, he got off of Ray and started guiding him to their house. Ray following with trembling legs and an eager, aroused scent. Egged on by Marco pushing him ahead with a firm nose to his ass. Noting that he was well on his way to a full-blown heat.

Ace was waiting on the steps, tail sweeping furiously over the steps as he yipped, calling Ray over. Shifting into his naked human form with a grin, patting his thighs. Cock bouncing with precum dripping already.

“C’mon, handsome. Time for the fun part. Think about your skin. Bare to the moonlight. Pale and waiting for us to mark it up. I can smell you from over here, you’re so ready for the next step.” Ace cajoled to Ray as he cautiously approached.

He jumped up slightly, stumbling as human legs shifted flawlessly from wolfish features. Falling into Ace’s arms as Marco stood and pressed his chest against Ray’s back. Licking the now perfectly healed mark with a growl, Ray’s hips jerking back against his cock on instinct. A convenient reaction that Marco would be abusing soon enough.

“That’s it, pretty omega.” Marco praised, pushing them inside the house and completely abandoning their clothes. Nothing would happen to them. Not with their territorial scents so strong all over the yard. They stumbled through the house, the two of them pressing kisses to Ray’s sensitive, hot skin eagerly. Falling back into the massive bed.

Ace happily accepted the weight, running his hands over Ray’s breasts, teasing him into rolling his head back for a wet kiss. Tongues twining together as Ray lost himself to his heat and dragged them along for the ride. Marco stood at the foot of the bed, fisting his cock as the scent of heat and sex grew, calling his own rut to start.

He almost felt bad—this was a lot for Ray’s first night. But Ray’s thick thighs were damp, soaked cunt open for his perusal and begging for a knot. Ace’s cock gathering slick as Ray squirmed against him.

“Where do you want to mark him, Ace?” Marco called out softly, almost snarling. Teeth bared in a grin as he saw Ray whine and arch up his cunt at the sound of Marco’s voice.

Ace looked at him, eyes foggy as he fell under the influence of the combined heat and rut scent that lay heavy in the room. He slipped his hand down and grabbed at Rays’ inner thigh, whining softly like Marco would deny him this little thing.

“Here, here, please, I wanna do it here! R-Ray can bite me wherever he wants—I just want to sink my teeth into his pretty thigh while it’s covered in his slick.” Ace whined with tears in his eyes, Ray moaning and kissing Ace’s chin desperately. The two pathetically grinding against each other in helpless arousal, waiting for Marco’s approval.

“Pleasepleaseplease~! A-Ahce!” Ray called out.

Marco snarled, Ray’s eyes snapping to him instantly.

“I’m the one in charge. So if you want to beg, do it in my name.” Marco demanded, stalking around the bed to sit against the headboard. “Lay him against me and take your fill until I say so, Ace. Let’s show him how things work here.”

Ace scrambled to obey, gently pushing Ray into Marco’s waiting arms and laying between his thighs. Happily lapping at the smeared arousal up to the source.

Marco firmly gripped Ray’s chin, pulling his attention away from Ace’s eager devouring of his cunt. Kissing his lips as he moaned, free hand toying with a stiff nipple.

“A-Ah! I’m sorry, Marco~! Please!” Ray whined, jerking as Ace drove his tongue into Ray’s cunt noisily.

“You’re forgiven, but don’t forget who’s in control. I say the word and it stops.” Marco hissed, Ace instantly freezing, tongue spreading Ray’s folds. Hungry eyes waiting for his command. Ray whined, grinding against Ace’s tongue, heat overtaking his senses as he pushed against the instinct to obey. “Who’s in control, omega?” Marco barked, Ray’s body jerking and fresh arousal smearing over Ace’s face.

“You~ M-Marco—alpha!” Ray whined, frustration mounting. “I-It’s so hot though! A-Aches. I need it, please alpha, please!”

“Slow, Ace. We have to teach him now or he’ll develop bad habits.” Marco chided, Ace slowly lapping at Ray’s wet cunt. Sucking up the thick slick that poured out and teasing his clit. “What aches, Ray? We can’t help if you aren’t clear. What do you need?”

“Mmm! My cunt—I-I’ve never been so wet and ho-ot~!” Ray whined, squeezing his eyes shut and nuzzling into Marco’s neck. Licking at his throat. “Need you.”

Marco kissed his sweaty forehead.

“I know exactly what you need.” Marco cooed nodding to Ace as he lined up his fangs high on Ray’s thigh. Almost on his drooling cunt—the placement borderline cruel. Ray will never have sex without stimulating that mark, making him more needy and pliant. Marco had half a mind to leave a second mating mark on the other thigh to match. “You need to belong to us.”

Ace snapped his jaw shut, Ray jerking and grinding his cunt against Ace’s cheek. Wailing sharply as the ephemeral bond between the two snapped in place, though one sided until Ray returned the favor. Squirting with a high keen as Marco reached down and pinched his clit.

Ray quivered, moaning as Ace lapped at the healing mark and turned his attention to Ray’s cunt. Attempting to clean up the violent orgasm but only drawing out pathetic whines as Ray’s heat firmly settled into his bones.

“You taste so sweet, omega~ You like it when I kiss you like this? Can you feel my tongue in your hot cunt?” Ace asked in a low purr.

“Yeah, I can~ It’s so good—I need more, Marco please, I need it~!” Ray whined. Marco kissed his cheek and smiled.

“Lay down, beta. It’s time you got your mark.” Marco gently sat up, guiding Ray to sit on top of Ace. Cunt griding over his cock but not letting him slip in. Marco lifted up Ray’s hips to his liking, arching his spine and pressing Ray to Ace’s chest. The two kissing noisily as Marco rubbed along Ray’s thighs. Feeling them tremble beneath him. When Marco saw Ace put his hand over Ray’s head and grip his thigh, he slid down. Intent on putting down another mark.

Here, between his thighs, the smell of Ray’s heat was unbearable. Marco’s cock throbbing angrily to just knot their pretty omega already. But Marco was on a mission. Greedily admiring how thick slick dripped from his cunt. Pooling over the fresh mark Ace had left.

This wasn’t necessary in the least. But Marco wanted to make Ray fold no matter what position he was fucked in. Perfectly submissive to them at every opportunity.

He lapped at the mess, letting Ace enjoy Ray’s moans as his tongue pried open Ray’s cunt. Slick smearing over his face in a thick blanket of arousal. He reached down and tugged on Ace’s cock, teasing them both as they moaned needily. Cum oozing over his hand.

Marco grinned, squeezing Ace’s cock in warning.

“M-Mah~ H-Here, do you want to do it here, Ray?” Ace asked softly, Ray licking whatever space Ace offered.

“Yeah~ ooh, Marco~! Ace!” Ray moaned.

Marco swallowed a heavy mouthful of slick and brushed his nose along the crease of Ray’s thigh. Kissing closer to his ass than where Ace bit near Ray’s cunt. He snarled, sinking his teeth in when Ray instinctively jerked back for Marco.

Ace wailed, signaling that Ray had taken the chance to mark him back.

Their bond strengthened, nearly complete.

Marco reared up, sliding his cock up Ray’s thighs, barely bothering to lick the bite clean. Rut clouding his senses as he smeared the tip in his omega’s slick. Sliding into the base, knot teasing his cunt open wider.

“MARCO!” Ray screamed, Ace’s head thrown back in a moan as he held Ray’s head to his neck. The other fisting his cock.

“Save it, beta!” Marco snapped, Ace whining in protest. “Don’t waste it anywhere but here—our omega needs every drop to feel like he belongs, don’t you?” Marco abruptly cooed, railing his cock as deep into Ray as he could, knot slowly expanding. Popping in and out with wet smack that drove them both mad.

Ace pouted, squirming as he held Ray’s front to his chest with both hands.

Ray was chanting, drunk on Marco’s cock as the frame started to slam into the wall.

“IneeditIneedit, ooooh Marco~! Ace~! Ine-eeeeed it!” Ray tried to squirm. Tried to lean into Marco’s harsh thrusts. But he was pinned in place as Marco’s knot grew big enough that every time it popped free, he cried out.

“You have it!” Marco snarled, hips meeting Ray’s ass as his knot popped into place one last time. He slowly rocked against him, grinding his cock in deep as Ray was helplessly pulled along, unable to free his cunt despite how fucking wet he was. Taking every inch and every ounce of cum with a broken wail.

“AAaaaaahhn~!”

Slowly, Marco pulled them down onto their sides, Ace fretting over Ray with gentle kisses. Petting his sides as he panted frantically, legs twitching. Heat nowhere near done.

“You did so good, Ray. Just ride it out, you’re the perfect omega.” Marco praised, wincing as Ray arched against him, tugging hard on Marco’s knot. Marco looked at Ace, flush and seemingly ready to cum at a moment’s notice. Fresh mark bold on his shoulder. “We waited so long. Just for you~” Marco swore.

Ray squirmed, cunt clenching as his heat returned after only a few minutes. Likely not helped by Marco’s thighs stimulating both marks at the same time.

Almost an hour later and three gentle orgasms on Marco’s knot, Ray finally slipped free with a hoarse moan.

Ace looked hopeful but gave their worn out omega space.

A pleased growl slipping free when Ray settled on top of Ace’s thighs without prompting. Ace’s cock gently hilting as Ray threw back his head and moaned.

Marco gave them a moment, laying on his side and watching as Ace stared up at Ray with wide, worshipping eyes.

Next time, he’ll let them play and wear each other out before intervening. Already his cock throbbed with interest as Ace ran his hands over Ray’s distended stomach. Pushing down and hissing as cum pooled out onto his lap, Ray whining pitifully at the loss.

“G-Gotta make room for me, Ray. You like being full and scented so deep?” Ace asked wistfully. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Feels safe smelling like us?”

Marco sat up, Ace instantly looking at him. Asking with desperate eyes to let him cum.

“One last thing left to do, and then you can watch Ace fall apart on my knot.” Marco grinned, grabbing Ray’s hips to help him ride Ace’s cock. “Where do you want to mark me?’

Ray jerked, looking back at him with wide eyes. Gaze running over his throat openly.

Marco kissed him and crowded in close. Grinding against Ray’s ass while following his motions. Gently guiding Ray’s head to lean back on his shoulder.

Ray whined, twisting to properly lick at his chosen spot high on Marco’s neck. Ace moaning as Ray bounced harder on his cock. Marco grinned, reaching down to hook his fingers around Ace’s cock, slipping in Ray’s folds. Grinding his palm on Ray’s clit.

He bit down with a moan, fangs cutting in deep as he came on Ace’s cock. Helplessly aroused, Ace followed with a sharp whine, pinning Ray down on his cock.

Marco felt the outpour of mixed, filthy cum and teased them both with a pleased moan.

Ray collapsed against Ace’s chest, still grinding down on his cock. And Marco watched with pleasure, glad everything turned out so well.

He was even tempted to let them keep desperately grinding on each other. But it was time for Ray’s poor, overstimulated cunt to have a break.

And show Ray what Ace was just as beholden to Marco’s command as he was.

Gently, he pushed up Ray’s ass, watching Ace’s cock pop free. Cum spilling out over his toned stomach and thighs.

“Rest up, first heats are rough and can last for days. So can ruts—isn’t that right, Ace?” Marco purred, pulling Ace’s thigh apart and slipping his cock in the filthy mess. He slammed into the hilt with a grin, Ace yelping.

“They can! F-Fuck, Marco’s are so loooong~!” Ace whined, rubbing his hands over Ray’s back as they both looked up at Marco.

“Who do you belong to?” Marco asked softly, pinning Ray on top of Ace, fully aware Ace’s cock will keep slipping into Ray’s cunt in their current position.

“You.” They both moaned in unison, Ace’s cock teasing open Ray’s cunt as Marco hilted.

“You don’t mean that. Your heat is getting closer and I’m the closest Alpha. I can’t take that as consent. I don’t mind giving you my clothes but I don’t want-” Marco started while rubbing your cheek, trying to let you down gently. You appreciated his concern and ensuring you could consent but you were still in your right mind and you wanted him.

“I’m not lost to heat, I promise. Please, Marco, please help me through it,” you begged. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself flush against his hard chest. “I’m making this choice, I’ve um…I’ve had a c-crush on you for months,” you stammered out while putting your cheek against him. You couldn’t look him in the eye - if he rejected you for your heat you’d have to quit your job on the spot from sheer mortification.

“Is that so yoi? I thought you didn’t like me. I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while but I could never get you to say more than a sentence to me at a time,” Marco said, pushing you back gently away from his chest. He gripped your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. The Omega in you nearly purred at the mild control he was exerting over you. This was far from your first heat and you had enjoyed many different Alpha partners over the years. You found you liked gentle doms the best - those who were easy going and kind but would still manhandle you into the position they wanted.

“No, no. I um, I like you too much I think. And I was um, scared about being ah, an Omega on the ship and you finding out and the Captain throwing me overboard and um, I don’t know you fluster me,” you babbled nervously, unable to break eye contact until he did so first.

“Fluster you? That’s a little surprising yoi. You’re level headed and composed, no one’s ever seen you break a sweat in the infirmary,” Marco teased, his fingers brushing the column of your neck while avoiding your scent glands. You hummed, dipping your head to the side and closing your eyes. It felt heavenly to have him touching you so close to where you wanted him. Just a little further and he’d be right - 

Marco stopped touching your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. You nearly growled from frustration. Marco’s light laugh was a balm to your senses but you were near tears from your compounding need. He resumed patting your hair but didn’t get any closer to doing anything you really wanted. 

“Please, Marco. I can show you I’m not in heat yet. I’ll, um, tell you all the clinical risk factors for heart attack and stroke. Or I can um, I can…” you trailed off, trying to think of any way you could prove to Marco that you were coherent and rational. “I can tell you Pops’ medical history! I can go back as far as -”

“No. Don’t - don’t talk about Pops right now, I believe you yoi. But I can’t, it’s not fair to you -” Marco said quickly, cutting you off. 

“Please, Marco. Help me,” you said with true tears dotting your lash line. You could survive a heat without an Alpha but it would be a miserable experience, you'd done it a few times before. You wanted this Alpha and you needed to show him that. You started rubbing his hard cock through the fabric of his pants, astounded at the size. He groaned but pushed himself further into your hand as you outlined his cockhead with a finger. 

“This is your last chance to back out. I can’t ah I won’t be able to stop if we start,” Marco informed you. Your response was to go to your knees and unbuckle his belt with nimble fingers. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you unbuttoned his pants to get to his hard cock and something in his eyes shifted, the cool demeanor he usually had gone. He pulled you to your feet and gave you a little push to the bed, swatting your ass lightly for good measure.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. Into your nest,” he ordered. A shiver ran down your spine as you rushed to comply with his wishes. 

“Do you want me to take off my clothes or -” you hesitated, unsure what he was accustomed to.

“Into your nest. Now,” Marco repeated, removing his shirt and draping it over the chair in the room without looking at you. You were loving how he was ordering you around without making you feel inferior. You’d been having heats since your late teens and some Alphas really took their roles to heart, demeaning and degrading you during your heat. And some Omegas ate that up -to each their own - but you weren’t one of them. You weren’t surprised he knew you wanted to start in your nest, Marco seemed to know just about everything. You wondered how many Omegas he’d helped before you, the thought souring in your gut. You put the finishing touches on your nest as he followed you, his pants hanging low on his toned body.

“Strip down to your panties,” he ordered, eyes roving over your still clothed form. You flushed like a virgin as you quickly disrobed, throwing the clothes onto the floor to be dealt with later. Marco’s eyes never left you and as more of your skin was revealed he started palming his cock over his pants in anticipation. You preened, proud that your Alpha found you favorable. All that was left of your ensemble were your heat panties - full coverage, old, ratty, comfortable granny panties that you chose so nothing good would get ruined from the onslaught of slick.

“S-sorry about the - I mean, if I knew we were - er, I was going to - I would have worn -”

“Absolutely beautiful,” was all Marco said in response, watching you settle into your nest.

As you waited in your nest sweat trickled down your neck. Your heat was rapidly approaching and you began feeling the stirrings of onset pain. Marco stood at the foot of the bed, his hands gripping the bed frame above his head.

“May I come in, little Omega?” he asked, waiting for a formal invitation. You flushed a little before nodding your head.

“Ah, ah. Use your words yoi,” he teased as he remained exactly where he was.

“Please come into my n-nest Marco,” you said, scooching backwards to make room for him. He crawled over you and caged you within his arms, slotting himself between your legs. Your eyes were wide and your breath hitched as he loomed over you with a small smirk on his lips. You stretched your arms up to lace your fingers behind his neck and pull him to you.

“Please,” you whispered as he lowered his head closer.

“You don’t need to beg anymore. I’m yours yoi,” he replied, sealing his statement with a press of his lips to your own. Marco’s hands began roving your clothes body as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You couldn’t help it - you moaned into his mouth as his tongue met yours. He stopped kissing your mouth to suck on your scent glands which made you arch your back. Your mind started getting fuzzy in a familiar haze of heat while your first rush of slick hit your thighs. This time your groan was one of pain, not pleasure.

“M-marco, it’s -” you whined in protest of the onslaught of cramping pain.

“I know, it’s starting. You don’t have to worry yoi. Let go, I’ll take care of you,” he crooned into your ear as he licked the shell. You widened your shaking legs to allow more of his body to come into contact with your own.

“Can you, um, take off your -” you wanted to feel more of Marco’s skin but he was still wearing his pants.

“No. Good things come to little Omegas who wait yoi. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time,” the doctor responded, moving no faster than before. You arched your back as more slick hit your legs and covered his clothed thighs. He nipped at your neck as you rolled your head to the side like a ragdoll. His large hands roved all over your body before cupping your breasts.

“Been dreaming about these. Lovlier than I could ever have imagined,” he said, pressing a kiss to your sternum between them. Squeezing your sensitive breasts in his large hands, he began kissing and biting your nipples into stiff peaks. Kissing ever lower, he slotted himself between your parted thighs and pressed his face directly against your still clothed, but dripping, cunt. He mouthed over your mound and slit through your panties, the sensation alone getting you close to orgasm. You mewled and ran your fingers into his hair trying to pull him closer.

“Not yet. I want these to be soaked yoi,” he said, speaking into your core. And he continued to lave at you from outside your panties, his nose giving you almost enough friction but not quite enough as his tongue and teeth gave you sensations in your empty, fluttering cunt.  You whined and ground your face against him but nothing would hurry the doctor the way you wanted. He kept licking, biting, and smelling you through your panties until the slick was dripping out from the sides. After the third deluge of slick from you he finally hooked his fingers into the elastic and pulled them down your legs. You’d never been so happy to take your panties off in your life. He put them over his nose and inhaled deeply, making you flush again even as the heat was clouding your judgement.

“These are perfect, completely drenched in your scent. I’m keeping them yoi,” Marco said, putting your granny panties in his pocket. You’d deal with that later you decided as Marco settled again between your thighs and gave your soaking folds a kiss.

“Now then, let's begin properly….”

Two days later you were in between awake and dozing on Marco’s bare chest as you recovered from your heat. As expected it had been a whirlwind of sex in every position you could think of and a few more besides. Heats were usually just as draining for the Alpha but due to Marco’s Zoan fruit he needed less rest and recovery time than you were used to. It was the best heat you’d ever had and even though you were pleased to be done with the sexual compulsions, you were sorry for the experience to end.

You didn’t know where you stood with Marco now that your heat was over. Sure, he’d helped you through it but was there anything really between you? Maybe he just wanted a sexual relationship with no strings attached. You wanted to think there was some kind of connection between you but maybe you were just deluding yourself that someone as incredible as The Phoenix would want to be with you, the night nurse.

“What’s going on in that head yoi?” Marco asked, trailing his fingers up and down your bare back. Normally after a heat you’d be bruised and sore but Marco’s healing flames had left you in great shape, just tired.

“Nothing,” you said, the sound of his heart beating in his chest relaxing you even as you went down a spiral of anxiety.

“Not nothing. C’mon, share with me yoi, we’ve got a lot to talk about” he requested. Even though your heat was over, the lingering impulse to obey his commands was a strong enough pull to loosen your lips. Or, that’s what you told yourself as you gathered your courage.

“I just - um, I didn’t know what - I don’t - is there anything between us? I don’t mean to presume, um I just - if you don’t feel anything like that -I can, er, we can, um, go back to just colleagues, er, if Whitebeard um, lets me back on the ship..” you trailed off, remembering that you’d revealed yourself to be an Omega and probably were going to be left on the island.

“Is that what you want? To be colleagues?” Marco said, his hand stopping in the middle of your back. He fanned out his fingers and pressed it against you, pushing you further into him. You wanted to melt into his body and never come out. Steeling yourself for rejection, you picked your head up and looked at his beautiful face, perhaps for the last time before Whitebeard kicked you off the ship.

“I do want to be your colleague and go back to the Moby. I love working on the ship, it's the best job I've ever had. But I also want whatever’s between us to become something. I don't - I haven't ever done casual relationships. I want something more,” you said as blood rushed to your head. Marco was silent as he pulled you up so your face was next to his. You searched his face for disapproval but all you saw was a soft look on your lover’s face.