Burning Ring of Fire: Chapter 2- Credence

Credence keeps his eyes closed, trying his hardest to fall back asleep. His Ma hasn't come to wake him up yet and he's so tired, desperate to get a bit more sleep before having to get up and start his chores. It's not the usual sounds from his window that are keeping him from drifting; however, it's a smell. He knows the smell, knows it immediately. But there's no way that he can smell it. Bacon.

He opens his eyes, blinking for a moment to adjust for the soft grey light streaming in through the window. His stomach growls and he sits up, groaning softly at the pain of his aching muscles. It's at this point that he realizes he's not at home.

He looks around the neat room. It's warmed by a small fire, walls covered top to bottom with books of all sizes and widths, and very tidy. It doesn't take him long to realize why he's in the strange room, and when he does, his body flushes with embarrassment and he moves off the bed, searching for his clothes.

He's never actually mated with an Alpha before; most of the time he's been caught in Heat by Beta's. In fact, that was the very reason he has sought refuge up the large tree yesterday. Being an Omega in heat is bad enough without the humiliation of Beta's fucking you in public one right after the other.

He remembers what happened with the Alpha, but he's not quite able to piece everything together. Probably the delirium from his Heat. Honestly he can't even figure out why an Alpha would interfere. It wasn't unknown for Alphas to mate with Omega's in heat, especially if the Alpha was kind, but that usually only happened if the Omega was alone and there were no Betas in sight.

He finds his clothes hanging neatly over a line in front of the fire, and hurriedly puts them on. From what he's heard, an Alpha doesn't like to be reminded of the fact that he's had to mate with an Omega. So he tries to be as quiet as possible, as he looks for the most inconspicuous way out of the house. He looks out of the window and gasps when he sees how far up they are. It's at least three stories.

He sighs as he turns away from the window and faces the door of the bedroom. He's going to have to try and sneak out some other way. Maybe there's a back door. As he opens the door and goes into the hall, he gasps again. He was expecting to see an apartment by the looks of the bedroom, but this—this is a house. It seems impossibly old, too. The walls are covered in beautiful designed wallpaper that has dulled and become dirty with time. The décor seems ancient somehow, like maybe someone picked up the walls of a castle and moved them here. Paintings of landscapes and portraits hang in a mismatched manner on the walls, and more than once he could swear he sees the subjects of the paintings move.

He makes it to the staircase, which once again seems far too grand and ancient for a building of New York, and he slowly descends, moving cautiously. The further down he moves, the brighter the area around him seems to get, and when he reaches the landing, the floors are bright marble and the walls are covered with a much more modern paper. The orange glow of the candles from the upstairs sconces has dissipated into a bright natural light coming in from the large windows.

He's standing at the bottom of the staircase; a grand looking door is directly ahead of him a few feet, and he can see into a large living area to his left. He can hear the clattering of metal on metal, and the overwhelming smell of bacon greets him once more. He takes a breath and gives a longing look toward the right which is clearly the way to kitchen, before moving toward the large door that seems to lead outside.

He has his hand on the knob when he hears a voice right next to him.

"Going somewhere, Omega?"

He jumps, turning around and immediately casting his eyes down to not be rude to the Alpha, but there are no shoes or feet. He lets his gaze travel up and still—no one is there. He was so sure someone had said something.

"Come into the kitchen."

He doesn't jump this time, but he's still sure the voice sounds right there instead of from the other room. He slowly walks into the kitchen, and as he lays eyes on the Alpha, a shiver runs through his body and he moans long and low.

The Alpha is sitting at a large circular table, his news paper unfolded and a plate of food to the side. He's broad and well muscled while still not being too muscular. His hair is black and cut into the perfect style for his face, but the moan that Credence couldn't fight down was due to the semi nudity of the man.

The Alpha chuckles at the sound and nods, holding out his arm for Credence to come over. "That's what I thought. Not quite through Heat, are you?"

Credence shivers as he moves forward and the Alpha raises his hand to cup the boys jaw. The touch is heaven. The fever of his heat isn't flaring at the moment, but the Alpha is right. He's not quite through it either.

"Why don't you have some food, get your strength back up, and we'll take care of that for you."

The Alpha is kind; kinder than anyone he's ever met before. As he sits down and a plate of food soars to him, Credence can't help but wonder why an Alpha would offer to get him through his Heat. He picks up a fork and begins shoveling eggs and gravy into his mouth. It's been ages since he's had a hot meal, let alone one that tastes so good. He's mid-chew when he suddenly has a complete coughing fit, the food spewing from his mouth as he stares at the plate.

"Did this plate…I mean was it just…Uh…"

The Alpha grins and nods. "Yes, it levitated over to you. You catch on quick."

Credence hardly notices the jab and instead pokes at the plate cautiously.

"It's not a dog." The older man says with a roll of his eyes. "It's not going to be provoked into action."

"How…I mean…"

"I'm a Wizard." Alpha says calmly, sipping at orange juice and flipping the page of the paper. "And by the looks of the tree that you were stuck up yesterday, I'd say you are too."

"A—A Wizard? Like…A witch?" Credence asks cautiously. Even just the sound of that word, makes him shiver and fearful of his mother's wrath.

The Alpha peers at him over his newspaper and raises an eyebrow. "Problem?"

Credence doesn't meet his eyes for very long. His heart starts pounding and he chances a glance toward the exit. His ma would have him whipped raw for this. He could get away with being gone for a night or two while in Heat—she hates that he's an Omega and the further away from the family he is when he starts going through Heat, the better. But he wouldn't be let off so easily when she found out it was a Wizard he'd been with.

"I uh—I think I need to get home." He says softly, trying not to anger the man.

The Alpha rolls his eyes, sets his newspaper down and looks at Credence for a long moment. He looks as if he's going to argue with him, maybe offer him more food or something to drink, but he ends up shaking his head and standing up.

Credence blushes again when faced with the Alpha's nudity; the man is wearing underwear and absolutely nothing else. Credence feels his entire body heat up and he bites his tongue hard to keep from mewling in appreciation.

"Well you're not a prisoner here, my boy. You have your clothes and you're free to go." He says calmly. But when Credence looks up at him, there's a devious look in his eye.

"Th-thank you." Credence says as he pushes away from the table and stands up. "I uh—well thank you." He says again, trying to be as polite as necessary while still making good time getting away.

"No problem." The man says with a grin. He waves his hand and his underwear disappears.

Credence watches as the older man sits back down in his chair, scoots away from the table and grips his half hard cock in his hand. The man sighs as he squeezes and Credence feels his mouth water as he watches the strong fist pump up and down on that beautiful Alpha cock.

"I assume you know where the front door is?" The Alpha's voice seems miles away now, and Credence can't even really understand what he's saying. He's completely hypnotized by the wonderful display, and he gulps loudly as the shaft hardens and turns a wonderful flushed color.

"I suppose, if you wanted to be a good boy, you could lend me the use of that pretty little mouth before you left."

And Credence understands those words. The thought of sucking on an Alpha cock, causes his mouth to drip with anticipation. He's moving forward without a second thought and he's down on his knees staring at the wonderful muscle before him.

He watches, mesmerized, as the Alpha pumps himself and he leans forward slowly, still slightly aware that he had a reason for wanting to leave, though he can't remember what it is anymore. He licks his lips and leans close, not wanting to touch before told, but the first gleaming pearl of pre-cum oozes out of the tip and Credence hums in a low whine. Not even a drop of Alpha cum should be wasted, and he closes the distance between the head of that wonderful cock and his lips before being instructed.

His lips wrap around the head loosely, just wanting to get the cum before it rolled away down the shaft, but that first taste—it's not enough. Not nearly enough. His eyes close in pleasure and he feels the hand stop pumping. He lets his lips crawl effortlessly down the shaft, the head poking at the back of his throat, and he can hear the intake of breath as the Alpha feels it too.

He moves slowly, savoring the flavor of the strong man as he rises back up the shaft and pops the head back out with a plop. He reaches up and takes the heated length in his hand, pointing it to him at a more comfortable angle. He allows himself another taste, the head going in easily as he pumps the thick, spit soaked member.

And oh, it's so good; the weight on his tongue, the salty taste filling his mouth, the warmth spreading through his body as he gets the cock nice and hard.

He pulls off and licks from the base to the tip, circling his tongue around the slit before putting the whole thing back in his mouth with a moan. The rumble of his throat must feel good, because the Alpha groans, and the deep sound causes fresh slick to start seeping from Credence's opening.

The Alpha moves his hand so that it's on Credence's cheek and as he lets the tip rest in the pocket of his cheek, the Alpha presses against it, moaning at the feel.

"You like that cock, boy?" The Alpha pants, his pupils dilated with lust.

Credence nods, sucking gently on the head like it's a sweet.

"Why don't you jump up here and prove how much you like it?" The Alpha says, motioning to the table.

Credence moves immediately, by the time he's up off of his knees, his clothes are gone and the table has cleared itself. But he's too far gone to register any of it at the moment. All he can think of his that wonderful Alpha cock, which is now hard and throbbing, ready to fuck him. He moves onto the table and falls into a presenting pose, his ass stuck up in the air, wiggling slightly to entice his Alpha.

His hole is tingling now, slick dripping whorishly from it, begging for the Alpha to take care of him. The man moves up, pulling Credence by his hips down to where his needy hole is lined up with the engorged cock. As the Alpha pushes in Credence moans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels his hole stretch to accommodate the intrusion. His top half goes limp at the feel of the Alpha moving inside of him, and he whimpers in pleasure as the Alpha's hips hit his backside.

The older man smoothes his hands along the skin of his back as he pulls out, only to push back in just as slowly. Credence feels like he's falling apart. Being filled with such an amazing cock, having the strong Alpha touching him all over, it's enough to make his entire body vibrate.

He makes a move to reach down and grasp his own neglected cock, but remembers how he's not supposed to touch, at the last minute. The Alpha sees the move and rewards his memory with a sharp thrust directly into a bundle of nerves that shake him to the very core. He whines loudly as his cock shoots out thick jets of Omega cum all over the table.

"Good boy." The Alpha coos, leaning down over his body and pinching playfully at his nipple. Credence shudders in response and leans back, arching his body and exposing the flesh of his neck. The Alpha groans deep in his throat as he keeps his hips canting forward.

His skin is hot again, flushed with heat and starting to sweat under the care of the Alpha. His Alpha. He moans at the thought of having an Alpha, but it quickly turns to a whimper as the man pulls out completely.

"Turn." The command is a pant, and rough. Credence obeys immediately, turning over and spreading his legs wide. The Alpha slips back into him easily; wrapping is coarse hand around Credence's cock and squeezing gently. He comes again, his breath catching as more jets shoot from his cock, landing on his chest.

"My poor little Omega, so backed up and needy." Credence mews in response to the Alphas words, shoving his hips down to meet the mans thrusts. He's delirious with want, desperate for relief from the burn in his gut. He tightens around the Alpha's cock, trying to extract the sweet relief bringing cum from him. And the Alpha growls in appreciation; a low rumble that makes the hair on Credence's neck stand up.

The pounding gets rougher, faster as the Alpha begins to knot, and Credence thrusts around in absolute elation. The Alpha thrusts his cock faster and faster, his hand gripping and pumping Credence's own cock in time with his movements. Credence chokes on a sob just as the Alpha slams into him hard, releasing copious amounts of that sweet, liberating cum deep inside of him.

Credence purrs in relief as the Alpha pants, catching his breath while they stay stuck together until his knot releases. He's smiling down at him, presses his hand to Credence's hot face and moves a strand of sweat soaked hair out of his eyes.

"What's your name, Omega?" He asks in a not unkind voice.

Credence shivers and squeaks once before clearing his throat and saying "Credence."

The Alpha nods a few times, still running his fingers through Credence's hair and making the boy go hot all over again.

"People call me Graves." The Alpha says, and then he grins. "Though I suppose it'll be easier for you to just call me Alpha."

Credence almost smiles, but that moment Graves' knot goes down and he slips out of his greedy little hole. The loss makes him whimper, and Graves reaches for a stick, waving it in a fancy way. Credence is suddenly clean and he hums in gratitude, before remembering why he wanted to leave.

Graves must see the sudden change in his mood because the older man waves his stick again and suddenly Credence's clothes are on the table next to him.

"I am not one to stop someone from leaving if they truly want." Credence watches as Graves, stands a little straighter, popping his back with a little twist. "But you are welcome to stay with me until you're through your heat."

Credence feels a warmth spread through him. He's never been offered a place to ride out his heat. He cringes at the bad pun and then chews his bottom lip. It would be nice not to have to leave. The moment he'd step outside a Beta would find him. Then he'd be used and humiliated until his heat ended. At least there was a bed here. And an Alpha can actually sedate the heat for a time, while a Beta can only sedate it for a few minutes.

"Well while you figure it out, I'm going to make some coffee." Graves doesn't move to get the things he needs, instead he waves his stick and leaves the room. It's not a second before a bag of beans and a kettle are flying around, finding their positions to get the coffee going. Credence watches in awe as he slowly pulls on his undershirt.

He's not quite found the time to pull his underwear on, when Graves returns, an undershirt (much nicer than Credence's) and some pants on. He's holding a sheet of paper and an opened envelope, reading the letter carefully, when a large black owl flies in and lands on his shoulder.

Credence gasps, nearly falling off of the table.

"There there, boy. It's just an owl."

Credence's eyes are wide, his mouth open in absolute shock as Graves hands the bird a cracker and slips a very odd coin into a sack on the birds leg. The owl eats the cracker and then spreads it's wings, flying swiftly out of the room.

"Where—where is it going?" Credence asks, slipping off of the table and staring out of the kitchen in the direction it flew.

"It's a postal owl. We use them to send letters. It's heading back to the Postal Office." Graves doesn't look up from his letter as he answers, and Credence stares at him in wonder. How can the use of an Owl not impress him? Even if it is ordinary for him, that's absolutely amazing!

Graves moves to sit down in a chair just as a mug of hot coffee soars over to him. He sets the letter down and adds milk and honey to the hot drink and then sips happily.

"Would you like some?" He asks, looking at Credence with a small grin. Credence shakes his head, though he has to admit the drink does smell nice.

Graves shrugs. "Suit yourself." He looks back to his letter, and Credence finds himself standing awkwardly with his underwear not quite up over his hips, in the middle of a stranger's kitchen. And a magical stranger to boot.

"I uh…" He blushes furiously, hating to disturb the Alpha, but still not sure of what he should do. "I guess I should go, then."

Graves looks up again. "If you really want to, then go right ahead." The Alpha stands, downing his mug of coffee and waving his stick (which Credence is very aware is a wand, but still too scared to really think the word) and having several articles of clothing fly toward him.

He dresses quickly and then tidy's his hair with his wand. "I have to go to work for a little bit." He says, straightening his tie. "Why don't you have some more food and think over my offer." Credence sees the table restock itself with food and then looks down at his skinny frame. The Alpha probably thinks he's malnourished, which isn't completely untrue. He blushes at the thought of looking so unattractive in the presence of an obviously strong and handsome Alpha.

Graves is standing in front of him now, and he swallows, not wanting to meet his eyes. He counts three breaths before feeling the soothing touch of the Alpha's finger to his chin. He lifts his head and stares hopelessly into the Alpha's eyes. He's so attractive and solid and Credence almost feels his legs give way at the closeness of him.

Graves smiles, warmly and pulls Credence close, pressing their lips together softly. Credence mewls in pleasure at the contact, and his stomach explodes in a feeling that he's not quite able to name. His whole body tingles and his legs actually do wobble, only to have the Alpha's strong hand press into the small of his back, steadying him.

"I won't be long. You have plenty of time to eat your fill and rest before I return. If you're here when I get back—" He steps back a pace and drinks in the sight of the Omega standing half naked before him, "be in my room, and be presenting." Credence shivers and Graves presses another kiss to his lips before grinning and disappearing with a large crack.

Credence jumps at the sound, but he can physically feel the loss of the Alpha's presence. The thought of having an Alpha practically promise to fuck him is so strange to him, and it has fresh slick form between his cheeks. He hums in slight embarrassment before stumbling back to the table and sitting down in the chair Graves was just in.

He pulls his plate to him and starts eating slowly as he tries to figure out what to do. It seems like an obvious answer. An actual Alpha willing to fuck him while he's in heat, food and a warm bed, what seems to be the problem here? Except, Omegas are –well dirty. Going into heat, allowing anything with a dick to fuck you, shoving your butt into the air to entice men to have their way with you, and not being satisfied for three to five days? It's not exactly a pretty site.

Alphas are at the top of the food chain, so to speak. Beta's will yield to an Alpha, but are above an Omega, who is at the bottom. There is no strict rule for who anyone can mate with, but it's widely known that Alphas prefer Betas. Beta's don't go thorough Heat like the little Omega sluts, but they do provide an Alpha with a mate. Beta's will not mate with Omegas typically, but they will have sex with them while the Omega is in Heat. Omegas don't usually have mates. They are seen as common whores and will typically leave their town during their Heats or lock themselves in their homes so that no one can see their shame.

Credence takes a piece of toast from the plate and sighs. He's never been able to just stay inside. He's always been very aromatic. Even while inside his home, Beta's will line up outside and heckle him into coming outside. It's the reason Ma prefers he's gone. She hates having an Omega in the family, but she absolutely refuses to have the home swarmed with sin as he goes through Heat.

He bites into the toast and then pushes away from the table, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. He's actually a little surprised to not hear Beta's heckling him right now. He peeks his head out of the window and stares for a long moment. Nothing. Not one person is looking at the house.

Maybe the Alpha scent is stronger than his. Or maybe he's done some sort of hocus pocus, as his ma would say. He groans again, and shuffles back into the kitchen. He pours himself some water and then pulls on the rest of his clothes. He can't stay here.

He's never been good at lying to his ma, and he doesn't want to get whipped blind when she finds out who he's been spending his time with. He's a little soar though, and he winces slightly at the ache when he pulls his pants over his bottom.

The ache will go away in a few days, maybe sooner. It's painful, but not as painful as it usually is. Beta's aren't nearly as careful as Mr. Graves has been with him. He also doesn't usually get a break. Once he goes into Heat and is caught by a Beta, he usually spends the next three to five days with one dick shoved up his ass right after another. He blushes at the thought.

It's not even like the sex is good. It's just necessary. He pulls on his shirt and begins to button it. Mr. Graves made it good. The way he found that secret bundle of nerves deep inside of him and just kept ramming into it until he came. Credence shivers at the recent memory and faces away from the table where it happened.

He swallows thickly as he bends down to pull on his socks. Maybe Mr. Graves wasn't that good though, maybe it was just his cock, so thick and big. Credence feels his mouth water at the thought of having it in his mouth again. Oh it was so nice having an Alpha moaning and panting because of what he was doing. And it was so nice having an Alpha offer to fuck him through his Heat. Credence whines softly as more slick begins to form.

He can't stay. He has to go. Another day or so and he'll have to be back at his Ma's and she'll know he's done something bad. More so than usual during Heat. And then it'll be the belt. Yes, he's definitely leaving.

Graves decides to travel by floo instead of Apparating. He doesn't know if Credence decided to stay or not, and if he did and decided to take a nap, he'd hate to wake the boy up with such an unpleasant sound.

He steps through his fire place and glances at his watch. Not too long, only 3 hours since he left. He made a point to let his office know that he may take the rest of the week off, just in case his guest stayed, but he didn't commit to it either. The boy did seem pretty determined to leave. For someone obviously neglected and desperate for a kind word, he sure wanted to get away from him.

Graves sighs as he looks around, taking his jacket off and setting it over a chair. The house is quiet and he curses out loud at the thought that Credence chose to leave. He can't really blame the kid. It was a lot to take in for a no-maj, he knows. And he took some time while he was at the office to do some research on the No-Maj way of things. Apparently Omega's are considered second-class citizens in their world. So the boy was probably confused by why an Alpha took an interest in him at all, let alone a wizard.

He takes his handkerchief out of his pocket and blows the soot from his nose. The second he does, his cock gives a twitch. He can smell the sweet Omega perfectly, and his eyes close in appreciation of the aroma and the fact that he stayed. He stayed.

Graves walks up the stairs quickly, but quietly; the smell of the Omega growing in power as he move toward his room. He opens the door and grins in delight.

Credence is naked, presenting beautifully with his round little ass stuck straight in the air. His arms are folded under his head, and his eyes are closed, a soft smooth breathing pattern coming from him as he sleeps. Graves just looks at him for a moment. His own little Omega, obeying his last command despite needing to rest.

He feels his cock twitch again at the thought and at that moment Credence mewls in his sleep, wiggling his ass as a fresh river of slick forms it's way out of him. Graves wonders if he's ever had to sleep while in this position before. According to his research, it's likely. The poor boy would typically be fucked endlessly by vile Beta's while he suffered through his Heat.

It was the same in both worlds, however, that an Omega's Heat could be satisfied much more completely by an Alpha. Graves grins at the thought and walks over to the still sleeping boy. He runs his hand over his back, still bruised and scared though not as fresh as the first time he'd seen him. Credence moans at the touch, but still doesn't wake.

Graves smoothes his hand along the round of his ass, and lets a finger slip into his slick opening, pulling another moan from the boy. He pumps his finger in and out, twisting and curving it as he did. Credence pushes back, his body oozing with desperation and need.

Graves adds another finger and Credence groans a long desperate "oh", his eyes fluttering open slowly.

"There's my pretty little Omega." Graves says in a gruff voice.

Credence smiles, and wow, he really is breathtaking when he does that. Graves feels as his cock grows in his pants and he smiles back as he lets the boy fuck himself on his fingers.

"Why don't I get out of these clothes, and you can use that wonderful mouth of yours to get my cock nice and hard for you?" Credence hums and nods his head.

Graves smiles at the boy, pulling his finger loose and standing up to undress. There's no way he can give this boy up.