Based on a prompt from the Les Mis kink meme. Also, Les Mis is mine in no way, shape or form other than having bought the soundtracks.

Chapter 1

Javert was gasping. He lay on his back, his legs once again spread. His powerful alpha thrust strongly between his thighs. It was good.

He moaned and dug his nails into his alpha's shoulders. It was really good. Valjean's face was pressed into his neck, his lips drawn back and teeth resting on the delicate skin; not biting, just there.

Valjean pulled back, took his wrists into one hand and pressed them into the sheets above his head. Javert whined and twisted his hips, trying to get the man to press just there again.

With one hand holding his wrists, and the other now beside his head, Valjean had a good view of his lover. Javert's face was flushed deeply, which ran down into his chest, his strong chest heaved and his powerful arms held still. He was beautiful. He was any alpha's dream, surely? How Valjean had ever gotten him unclaimed he would never know. He leaned down to bite the other's lips, to lay claim to them. Hips still writhing, Javert still gasping, Valjean let out a long moan and pushed his knot into his partner.

More noises escaped Javert's usually quiet throat. Valjean dug his teeth into his neck, marking him. Javert wailed in response and came, his whole body pulsing. He let out a tiny gasp of "Jean..." barely more than a breath, but it was enough.

Valjean's orgasm was triggered and he continued thrusting, allowing his body another attempt at fertilizing his omega.

He kept his hips shifting slightly as he waited for his knot to go down, underneath him, Javert was flat out. He pulled himself onto his knees and then down onto his back, strong arms taking Javert with him. It was more comfortable this was. He wanted Javert as comfortable as possible, especially as he hadn't remembered to take him from behind.

It was not as though his omega had any actual complaints about the way they had sex, but Valjean could tell that this way left him more sore than from behind, especially when he was in heat and flared up the alpha's knot. Wriggling slightly, he sighed, and then gasped as he triggered another orgasm.

Sometimes, the knot was fantastic; they could go for a long time. Recently, however, his omega tended to get miserable around the time of his heat. The mayor was not sure why. He could not think of a single thing to be unhappy about.

He was free, Javert was no longer trying to imprison him and no one was going to jail in his stead. Javert had gone to Arras and claimed Champmathieu, while resembling Valjean, was not the same man. It had been a simple matter of pointing out the man was a beta male, not alpha.

He hoped there would not be another problem like that. Again, his mind drifted to the omega woman, Fantine. She had been strong, though now she lay in the hospital, her body failing.

It upset him that he may have left her there, that his distraction by Javert when the man came to present himself as inspector to him allowed the woman to be fired. But, his lover would not be upset by that. It was not to say he was cold-hearted, no. Javert did love deeply, however this was only for select few.

He knew his lover held a bond for Gymont, his horse, which was as strong as any man had for a beloved animal. He knew Javert also still felt an attachment to his mother, which was the reason he frequently arrested whores, to get them off the streets for the night and give them something to eat. He was particularly determined in this effort during the colder months.

Overall, he knew Javert would do anything for him. The bond that had formed between them after one drunken night had been unexpectedly strongly, especially as the two did not actually have sex. He flushed, shuffling again, as he thought of the sloppy kisses and heartfelt words they had exchanged that night. It had allowed Javert to see into Valjean's soul though. It had allowed him to see that the deeds he performed, the charity and kindness were not a front to hide his past, but were merely the actions of a good and caring man.

It had sent the omega into turmoil. He had been unable to match up his understanding of 24601 with his new view of Jean Valjean. It had been compounded with the fact that if Javert was going to stick to his duty, he had to turn in a good person. Valjean had found him curled up on the floor of his tiny apartment, glass from a broken mirror gasped so firmly in his hands that blood poured between his fingers.

It had been terrifying. He commanded that Javert drop the sharp edges instantly, and the man had. Fingers automatically releasing the glass at the voice of his alpha. He had turned blank eyes up at him and whispered for help.

Eventually, Valjean had managed to reassure him he did not have to kill himself to avoid turning him in. He had said he did not have to worry about this law, because the laws of their relationship went back further than these man-made ones. These laws of nature said Javert ought to protect and aid his alpha wherever possible, to obey him when commanded, and to acknowledge his alpha would do the same for him in return.

He had put the other back together, and had discovered the joys of a sexual relationship. It was something Valjean had not done in many years, using the advice of the Bishop – to focus his attentions on God, because God had saved him – to control his need to dominate those he came across. Javert had never experienced a sexual relationship before. His mother had taught him how to burn and mix various plants and herbs to control both his heats and his omega nature. He kept them in two separate snuffboxes and had been functioning as a beta since he decided to become part of the law.

Valjean had a feeling it was something to do with these that Javert was currently fretting about. He had a tendency to take them out and just frown at them. He was not even using them anymore, they had both agreed it would not be necessary as he had his alpha for his heats and he was strong enough to not roll over and allow others to dominate him through his omega nature.

It was amazing arousing to watch his omega command the police competently.

He would have to find out when his mate was so unenthusiastic about sex though. It was not as though it was his age, he was sure. After all, Valjean was nearly 11 years older. He would ask, and his omega would tell him.