Dean hated this. This kind of place was so not his scene. All around him Alphas proudly showed off their Omegas, running them through their paces like trained dogs. Not that Dean was for equal rights or anything- he just thought showing off your Omega, who depended on you-kind of like a kid, maybe- was sick. Seriously, just a few feet away from him in the large convention hall (made specifically for this purpose) a scrawny girl covered in bruises was pleasuring herself for the amusement of her Dom and the small group jacking off a respectable distance away. Not that they thought the girl deserve any respect- but if they came on her they would effectively be claiming her, disputing her current Alpha's claim and their bond, forcing the Alphas to fight it out. Tail swishing irritably behind him, Dean continued his search for the whole reason he was here. His boss had invited-ordered- him to attend and take a peek at his Omega, supposedly the most beautiful anyone would ever lay eyes on. He liked to brag about how many times he had been challenged over the boy Castiel.
After more than an hour of searching, Dean gave up. Feeling horribly frustrated by all of the Omega hormones in the air, Dean shoved his way to the front of a large crowd. He was going to get off and it was going to happen soon. But as we all know, the minute you stop looking for something is also the minute you find it. In the middle of the circle- at least twenty feet away from Dean, apparently his boss's fierce reputation preceded him- was a small boy, probably no older than 18. The boy had a large bruise across his cheek, and his hips and ass were covered in them. He worse a bright blue collar around his neck and was on his hands and knees on the floor. Dean felt himself immediately harden and pulled out his dick, slowly beginning to jerk himself off. He imagined running his fingers through the boy's dark wild hair and fucking hard into the boy's-Castiel's- mouth. The urge to claim and fuck and breed made Dean shudder with it's intensity. He knew with a sudden clarity that if he had to watch his boss cum in, on, or around the boy he would break. The desire to claim driving him forward, Dean approached the boy, whose eyes flickered to him in alarm. As though from far away, Dean registered that his boss- name of Michael- was growling at him. Dean, however, kept his gaze on the boy, who he would now see had full, pink lips made for sucking cock, and bright blue eyes that almost matched his collar. The desire to breed still coursing through his veins made Dean cum quickly, just as he reached the Omega. His seed poured all over Castiel's face. Dean took in the beautiful sight as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up. When he finally turned to face Michael, he smirked and pointed down to the boy.
"Mine," he announced in a carrying voice so everyone could he sure of his claim. Michael was visibly shaking with rage.
"You shouldn't have done that, Winchester. Submit to me now and I'll go easy on you." he growled. Dean wasn't cowed. Without taking his gaze from Michael, Dean squatted down next to the Omega. Dean scooped some of his cum off the boy's face and held it to his sweet mouth. Castiel parted his lips obediently, almost eagerly. Something in Michael cracked and he dropped his whip, charging Dean with a bellow. Dean hurriedly stood, wiping his cum into the boy's hair.
"Mine." he whispered to the Omega before being body-slammed by the outraged Michael. Using his boss's- it would be illegal to fire Dean over and Omega- momentum against him, Dean flipped them so he was on top before they hit the ground. He knew the other man would never submit until he was unconscious, so Dean wrapped his hands around the other's neck. After a few moments of useless flailing, Michael got his hands between Dean's arms and batted them away, throwing Dean off-balance. Michael flipped them again so he was on top, and reared to punch Dean. Dean's eyes flicked to Castiel, who watched with thinly veiled interest, still on his hands and knees, Dean's cum making it's slow way down his face. Very deliberately, the Omega's tongue darted out, capturing a small drop of Dean as it passed his lips. Then he looked at the ground, perfectly submissive again. The Alpha couldn't help but moan and knew there was no way he could lost the beautiful boy. A hard punch forced Dean to focus and he snarled. He saw Michael's fist heading for his face again and snapped his tail up to wrap around Michael's wrist, yanking it off course. Dean thrashed his legs, throwing Michael off balance for the last time. Using all the strength he could muster, Dean smashed his head into Michael's. Both men fell to the ground and the crowed watched with baited breath to see who would stand first and claim the Omega. Dean, wincing and rubbing his head stood slowly- Michael was out cold. The Alpha staggered to the still-waiting Omega. The boy looked up and their eyes caught.
"Mine." Dean growled, staring at the boy. Almost immediately Castiel's head lowered in submission, baring his neck to Dean.
"Yours." he gasped as he felt the bond form between him and his new master.
"Stand up." Dean ordered. While the blue-eyed Omega scrambled to his feet, Dean looked around the circle of men- and a few women. "Mine." he told them all, baring his teeth. None dared dispute his claim. Tiny Castiel stood naked in front of Dean, staring diligently at his feet. Dean quickly tore off the Omega's collar, dropping it to the ground as though it burned. "Do you have clothes with you?" Castiel nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Has he ever touched you while you were wearing them?" The omega thought for a moment.
"No, sir."
"Good. Put them on." Dean followed closely as Castiel walked to a small pile of cloth- a t-shirt and jean, both baggy enough to his his for from unwanted eyes. Dean frowned as Castiel covered his body but smiled when he waited for his next orders. "Good boy." he murmured, stroking Castiel's neck. "Come on. You need a new collar." By the time Michael woke up, the crowd had moved on and Dean and Castiel were long gone.
A/N So, I really don't need to be starting another fic, but we write what we're inspired to write... am I right?
Yeah, I know. Lame.
Thanks for reading!