He looked out of the kitchen window out into the parking lot, lit by the setting sun and streetlights, and of course he saw nothing. The car with Alpha's men was not visible from any of the windows of their room, but if he had gone outside he would surely have seen it standing at the edge of the car park. Fortunately, Sammy didn't go out very often. As much as he would have tried to get him out of the house any other time - you know, fresh air, friends, a little exercise and all that healthy shit - he was happy now that his little brother didn't like being out in the fresh air and hadn't made any friends.
He pulled the curtains closed and turned to Sammy, who was sitting at his desk, writing with one hand and doing something on the computer with the other. He alternated between looking at his work and the screen, frowning in concentration. He was simply in full study mode, which nothing could snap him out of. Dean watched him for a moment before turning away, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a cold beer, which he sat down at the table next to Sam.
He popped the cap and took a small sip.
He didn't really have a taste for beer. It was bitter in his mouth and somehow tightened his throat and stomach, as if he was going to throw even that one sip down the toilet at any moment. Nor did he feel like drinking anything else, or eating, or doing anything else he could do in this damn little room. He couldn't concentrate on anything, not even his beloved B-movie horror movies, his music... shit, he wasn't even in the mood to watch busty Japanese women jerk off while doing it. He wanted... he wanted to go out. Anywhere. Steal a bike somewhere and just ride around the block, but he couldn't even do that.
Alpha Castiel had forbidden him to leave the motel room, only of course he hadn't bothered to tell him his ban in person or at least over chat. He figured he was further grounded by the fact that he'd tried to go to the bar for a beer and some darts last night after that stupid argument at the Virgin, and just as he poked his nose out the door, Yuri was already out of the Toyota at the edge of the parking lot. It was just enough for him to figure it out and go back to his room. He doubted today would be much better.
He grabbed the loose label on the bottle and pulled. The paper was tearing, of course, because it was soaked from the dewed beer, but that didn't stop him from trying to peel the label all the way off. He needed to put his nervous energy into something and his desire to pick himself up and run after Castiel, like the poor needy Omega he wasn't and didn't want to be. This shit wasn't his fault. Alpha was the one who was being a shit. Alpha lied and cheated. Alpha almost beat him up. Castiel was to blame for everything... except for the little thing that wasn't true.
He still hadn't forgiven him for what he'd done to Lisa's parents, and so had Lisa, but when he'd had time to let it all sink in, he had to admit that he understood Alpha's point. If mob movies had taught him anything, it was that the big Alpha boss... the powerful Don... had to be respected. And he had to earn and keep that respect by being uncompromising and sometimes cruel. He killed the Alpha from the arcade for respect, and while he could let Lisa live, he couldn't let her go unpunished or he'd lose respect. Likewise, he figured that a raging Omega snarling at him in public was something that definitely undermined Alpha's respect. So yeah, he made the mistake of running into Doll and being rude to Alpha in front of his men. It was a bad, bad idea and now he knew it.
He picked up the bottle, and it left a wet circle behind. He moved it a little further and made another lap. And another.
He should have left his anger and remorse - how did Jacob put it - on the doorstep. Not that he and Castiel had a home, or ever could, but he got the point. In public, he should treat the Alpha with the utmost respect and humility, just be a well-mannered, submissive Omega who smiled prettily and nodded at everything. In private, then... in private, he could be himself. That is, what everyone said he was and what he stood for and what Alpha actually liked; a brash, rude troublemaker who was a hell of a long way from being a proper Omega.
Could he handle it? Yeah, he certainly could. He could be a good, obedient Omega, roll his eyes, stick his neck out and look silly and innocent. He was actually perfect at it, he just... couldn't stand to be like that all the time. But if the Alpha didn't want him to do it all the time, he could give it to him.
He took one long swig of his beer and set the glass down resolutely on the table.
"I'm going out, and I don't know when I'll be back," he said as he stood up and took his jacket off the chair he was sitting on.
Sam looked up from the computer and his nostrils flared as he sucked in air, whereupon he frowned a little.
"Going to see that Alpha again?" He asked; Dean paused a little. "You smell different when you talk about him."
"Yeah, I'm going to see him."
The little Alpha gave him a long, unreadable look before lowering his head again to the notepad he was writing in.
"Well, give him my regards," he said neutrally, and that seemed to be the end of it.
Dean waited a moment longer to see if Sammy would say anything else, because he had definitely looked like he wanted to say something earlier, but since he remained silent and continued writing, he let it go.
He zipped up his jacket, checked that he had his wallet and motel key, and then headed for the door.
°°0°°
"Are we really here right?" He asked incredulously.
He and Jacob were standing in front of an older office building. All metal, stone, and glass, and through the large double doors with semi-matte glass they could see inside to a smaller lobby, a reception area on the left side, and a series of elevators on the right. It didn't look like there might be a club here, although - he looked at his phone - google maps said that Blue Sky was at this exact address.
Jacob smiled in amusement.
"Discreet clubs are always in strange places," Beta pointed out, pressing a button on the panel next to the door. In addition to the 'guest' button, which Jacob used to get the attention of the guard behind the front desk, who buzzed the door open, the panel had a magnetic card slot and buttons for entering a code.
Jacob opened the door for him.
"Sign in at the front desk while I call upstairs to have someone sent for you," he said, motioning Dean inside with his hand.
He frowned at the security guard standing behind the counter. He didn't really want to go in, and it wasn't because he was about to be confronted by Castiel. He just didn't like this weird shit, like the chip cards, the front desk, the security guards, the signing in of guests and all. He didn't feel good about it.
"Why don't you take me?" He asked, not because he trusted Jacob, perhaps, but at least he knew him.
"We're under orders to stay downstairs and wait."
An order. Right. That meant it didn't matter what he said or did, Alpha's men would just stay down in the car even if frogs were falling from the sky. So he didn't try to argue, he walked through the door and headed straight for reception.
The beta behind the counter measured him from head to toe.
"Good evening. Name and who are you seeing?" He said curtly, no great formality.
"Um... Dean Winchester," he used his real name, so he wouldn't get in trouble if the Alpha had already reported him here. "And I'm going to Blue Sky."
The guard gave him a very suspicious look and looked him over again in a way he knew all too well. While he couldn't know he was Dean Omega, he couldn't overlook the outfit that was more suited for someone applying for a janitorial position here, certainly not for the average Blue Sky guest. At least as far as he could tell from the pictures he'd seen.
"I'm going to see Alpha Novak."
It seemed to not only make sense to the security guard, it actually amused him, and with a small grin twitching his cheeks, he placed the iPad and a tiny plastic pencil like thing in front of Dean so he wouldn't have to torture himself trying to sign his finger.
He produced the signature as legibly as he could and handed everything back to the guard. He checked his scrawl with one quick glance.
"I suppose someone will come for you..."
"Yeah... yeah."
"Okay," was the only curt reply he got, then the guard sat back down in his seat and seemed to pay him minimal attention. At most a glance here and there.
Dean looked around.
The hall had a marble floor and paneling about Dean's height. There were elevators right across from the reception desk. To their right was a plaque with bronze signs with the names of the companies that were located here, including Blue Sky, which was all the way up near the top floor. Between the elevators, a bronze molding of some indeterminate shape hung on the wall. He tilted his head to one side and the other and still couldn't figure out what the image was supposed to represent. The closest thing it resembled was a cliff being hit by water, but it wasn't exactly that. Curiously, he moved closer to look at yet another angle, from below, but it still didn't look like anything real. Just crumpled metal.
Hmm, was it really sheet metal or was it more thick and heavy as it looked at first glance?
He reached out to touch the bronze painting when one of the elevators dinged, the doors opened, and a tall, damn beautiful Beta walked into the lobby in a pantsuit that, while it didn't show a bit of extra skin, was so well-fitted that it flattered every perfect curve of her body. She had nice, medium sized breasts, a narrow waist accentuated by the one buttoned jacket button, and a totally awesome ass. Her eyes were light brown, wide and large looking out from a round face with large lips painted pink. The only thing that wasn't pretty was the tight bun in which her softly reddened hair was coiled. He always liked it better when girls had their hair down, like Lisa wore.
"Good evening. Mr. Winchester?" he asked with a slight accent similar to all of Alpha's men and Castiel himself.
"Dean... just Dean... Mr. Winchester is my dad," he replied with a smile, stepping closer so he could smell her scent. He expected it to be faint, but nice, because someone so beautiful had to have a nice scent, Beta, Alpha or Omega, only when he inhaled he smelled nothing. Not even a hint of a distinctive scent, just the neutral smell of freshly cleaned clothes at the dry cleaners and a hint of cosmetics and a mix of alcohol scents he wouldn't normally notice over natural body odor. It was almost as if she had literally bathed in odor blockers.
Fuck!
Only now did he realize that he had used the blockers for the last time this morning, like he did every day when he went to school, and he hadn't even thought to use them again. And now he was going to walk into a club full of Alphas without his Omega scent being even slightly muted. When he considered what Blue Sky was, he realized with painful clarity what a stupid thing he'd done. He might as well have pinned a red hadr on his ass that said 'free fuck hole'.
"'Alright. Dean," Beta smiled sweetly. "I'm Athena and I'm here to take you to see Mr. Novak. Please follow me."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but... hey, could you go back and tell Alpha Novak if he'd come in person?" He asked hopefully. If he was right by Castiel's side, he was sure he wouldn't get hurt no matter how intense and delicious he smelled. The alpha had already made it clear enough that he would kill anyone who touched Dean, which was something he definitely appreciated at this point.
"Mr. Novak is expecting you. I have orders to bring you to him," she repeated with the same sweet smile that was starting to look a bit mechanical. Even the way she spoke was as if she was repeating it like a robot or had rehearsed it beforehand. Maybe she didn't even understand what he was saying properly.
"I'm an Omega and I don't have any scent blockers with me. I can't go to a club full of Alphas," he tried to explain what he meant.
The smile never left the woman's face, but the way she looked towards the glass door seemed a little... well, nervous to say the least. He looked in the same direction and saw Jacob staring directly at the Beta female with a hard expression on his face. It seemed to scare her, which wasn't too strange. Alpha's men could be scary and as Dean had found out yesterday, the Russians, at least in the quarter where Doll was, not only had respect for Alpha and his men, they were afraid of them and all they had to do was show their tattoos. This waitress or hostess or whatever she was, she was probably in a similar boat.
"Please come with me," she repeated again in a strained voice, but still with that stiff smile.
He slid his gaze between the betas several times, measuring each other with his eyes.
Holy shit... what could have happened, anyway? Alpha was waiting for him at the club, wasn't he? He wouldn't let anyone touch Dean. Plus, Castiel was a damn scary and dominant Alpha who the other Alphas were surely wary of and wouldn't want to pit him against each other, whether they knew about his 'bussnis' or not. Once he'd made it clear that Dean belonged to him, they'd stay away.
"Okay, fine. Lead the way," he finally agreed, nodding his head towards the elevator.
Beta was visibly relieved.
She turned to head back to the elevator. Dean tilted his head to the side a little, overlooking her nice ass, then followed her into the cab. The variety of smells, but more importantly, their quantity and freshness told him that the elevator was heavily used. Just a normal elevator in a mall or something, only it had probably been sprayed with odor suppressant sprays more often because the smells weren't stale and soaked into the old wood paneling.
The beautiful Beta pulled a chip card from her pocket and pressed it against the slot on the control panel. The buttons of the top two floors lit up briefly and Beta pressed the second to last one.
The elevator started to move and Dean, trying to push away his nervousness, wondered what could possibly be on the top floor. Some part of the club that the Alpha wouldn't show him? Or even a full-fledged mafia lair? Or maybe a illegal gambling den... yeah, there definitely could have been an illegal gambling den. Oh, or a huge vault full of guns and diamonds.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened smoothly.
Half expecting to hear music or see the interior of Blue Sky immediately, what he didn't expect was a quiet, white corridor bathed in intense light and almost devoid of smells. He detected some Alpha musk as he concentrated hard and sniffed hard, but it was faint, as if the Alphas had just passed through and weren't even lingering. And that's probably what it was. They were probably walking towards the single, plain looking, white door with a card slot next to it.
Taking a step towards the door, the Beta oddly enough headed the other way.
Confused, he followed her to the other door, which he hadn't noticed before because it was on the same side as the elevator and led to a staircase. They ascended it only half a floor, through another door into a short corridor that gave him the impression of a passageway. And then, finally, Beta opened the last door and Dean was flooded with pleasant mood music, dim orange lights and a mixture of decidedly Alpha smells, but they weren't as strong as he'd expected. Probably due to the very good air conditioning and probably the modern air purifiers that gave the air a subtle ozone tinge.
Atha, or whatever her name was, didn't look like she was planning on coming in. She held the door open for him and waited patiently.
"Thanks," he said as he passed her.
She gave him the same learned smile, which was briefly all he saw before his eyes adjusted to the club's darkness and strange lighting. Then he looked around. He'd definitely been to Blue Sky, but none of the places captured in the photos.
He was on the balcony, high above the club itself. There was a good view not only of the bar where the Alphas were sitting and the bartender was hovering behind, but also of most of the rest of the place. Or so it seemed. He averted his gaze from the view and looked first and foremost at the floor covered in a thick, high, black carpet that gave him a strange, uncertain feeling. It was so damn soft it was like sinking into mud.
He lifted his head and focused on the single orange sofa standing against the wall, surrounded by a low table, two chairs, and what looked like a small, private bar on one side.
The alpha sat in the middle of the sofa and... he wasn't alone.
Dean frowned.
Another man sat at Castiel's side. It certainly wasn't Alpha, because in the thin mixture of scents rising from the club spread out below the balcony, only Alpha's heavy cherry scent with a hint of bitter almonds stood out. There was no other scent so specific and intense. So no, it definitely wasn't Alpha, but Dean hated it immediately anyway.
The Beta - he hoped he was just a Beta and not an Omega - was about the same age as the Alpha, slender and even in the dim light of the bar he could tell he was handsome. Well, handsome for his age, and for the fact that Dean didn't like guys... well, any guy except his Alpha and a few other good-smelling Alphas, but... he was just handsome. Damn handsome. And he was literally stuck to Castiel's side like some kind of disgusting jellyfish. He even had one hand on Alpha's knee. And Alpha, absorbed in his cell phone, tolerated being touched.
Who the fuck was that? Why was he here? How dare he touch Dean's Alpha! Alpha was his. My, my, my, his Omega growled its silent mantra, biting and pricking its teeth, and Dean felt the corners of his mouth lift in a silent snarl, even though he'd come here determined to stay calm and not piss Alpha off again.
Oddly enough, it was the damn Beta who noticed him first. Their gazes met, the corners of Beta's lips lifted in a smirk, and Dean bared his teeth. This clearly amused Beta. Not only did he smile in a pleased manner, he also slid his gaze over Dean's body as if assessing it.
At that moment, Castiel's head lifted sharply as well, his gorgeous blue eyes fixed directly on him. He could palpably feel his gaze, but he couldn't tear himself away from Beta, whose balls he vividly imagined being cut off and stuffed into a blender. As punishment for allowing himself to touch Alpha.
Clenching his hands into fists, he covered the distance to the sofa in a few quick strides and stood up belligerently over the coffee table.
"Hey, you...! Who are you?" he snapped at Beta, his voice full of swallowed growls, and yeah, he knew damn well he might be doing something stupid and rude to piss Alpha off again, but damn! The Beta was touching his Alpha and he was... something just told him that he wasn't just one of Castiel's men or a friend from the bar. Alpha was fucking that Beta. Sometimes before, or maybe now recently, they'd just slept together sometimes.
"Looks like it's time for me to go check the bar," Beta said towards Castiel, his French accent audible even over the music. Then he rose gracefully, like he was some fucking cat or something, and started for the door with an easy, oddly swinging, graceful stride, completely missing Dean in the process, like he wasn't even there. Or like he was just a stupid Omega who didn't need to be greeted, or answer a question, or even just look at her.
"I said; hey, you...!" He addressed him a second time.
Beta turned and gave him a scornful look.
"Yes, you did. Twice. Congratulations," he replied mockingly.
Dean growled.
"Balthazar," Castiel addressed Beta. "This is Dean. My Omega. What did I tell you about him? Be nice."
"I'm always nice. I'm literally kindness incarnate," Beta replied in a way that Dean didn't like one bit, but Castiel, oddly enough, didn't mind. He just gave Beta... that Balthazar... one of his telling looks, under which Beta bowed his head in a surprisingly good gesture of submission.
"I should probably introduce myself," Beta turned to him with much more politeness, extending his hand. "Sebastian Roché, but everyone calls me Balthazar."
He didn't even glance at the proffered hand, let alone plan to take it. He hadn't the slightest desire to get to know this guy. All he wanted was to get the hell out and never go near his Alpha again.
"Nice to meet you, and now you can go, Napoleon," he spat through lips quivering with the effort of not growling again.
"Napoleon wasn't really French, he was Corsican. You should pay more attention in history class," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone that didn't really sound like mockery, but Dean was sure this Frenchman was mocking him. "If you need me..." he trailed off as he slowly turned to Castiel, "I'll be downstairs in my usual spot."
He sent Beta off with a dark look, even turning his whole body to follow him, and consistently waited until the door closed behind him to make sure he was gone before he - barely suppressing another growl and all the absurd jealousy boiling in his stomach like hot lava - turned to Alpha.
Castiel had already managed to get up and was in the process of setting his empty bourbon glass down on the coffee table, an unreadable expression on his face as he did so. There was no hint of the enthusiasm he'd seen yesterday, or indeed on all the occasions they'd come face to face, and if his scent had changed in any way, it wasn't significant enough for the change, good or bad, to assert itself against the quality air purifier that must have been running full blast in the bar.
"Are you fucking him?" Dean's mouth fell open before he could stop himself, and holy shit! It wasn't what he wanted to say. He'd come here to apologize or just patch things up between him and Cas, not to do stupid shit to piss Alpha off again.
Castiel stopped mid-step and cocked his head slightly to the side, eyes squinting a little. He remained still for a moment before straightening and lifting his chin.
"Sometimes," he replied, as if it were nothing.
Dean gritted his teeth.
"Today?" He limited himself to one word, because that was the only way he could ask without sounding like the hysterical, jealous Omega bitch he wasn't. Hell no... except he probably was. Everything was boiling inside him. And he had a hundred urges to find the tiny Napoleon - Oh come on, Winchester, he was as tall as you - and break his nose.
"No," the Alpha replied calmly. "Is that why you came here? To attack and accuse me again? If so, there's the door." He nodded his head towards the exit. "I'm in no mood to deal with your outbursts," he added, turning around and it was clear he was going to go sit back down on the couch.
The searingly jealous rage subsided as quickly as it had flared, replaced by the stupid sense of anxiety he'd recognized yesterday at the Dollhouse when he'd sat on the floor like a pious man and the Alpha had walked away from him, making him feel rejected, maybe even rejected. He knew how stupid it felt and he didn't want to humiliate himself, but it was so hard to fight.
"No!" He blurted out, taking several desperate steps towards Alpha, who stopped but didn't turn around when he called out to him. "That's not why I'm here. I wanted to... I understand your point and the situation you're in and all that. I understand that you can't show weakness and lose respect. I got it, all right. And I... I'm sorry about yesterday. I will never act so stupid and rude in public again. I can act like an obedient Omega, I just..." he paused, because here came the most important point. He was going to admit that he could pretend to be a proper Omega, but he couldn't be one. If Alpha didn't accept that... if he didn't want to... if he was actually misreading all those situations where he was being a sassy brat and Alpha liked it... then it was all pretty fucked up.
"Just what?" the alpha asked, turning just enough for their gazes to meet.
"I'm not like that," he finished with a sigh. "I can pretend, but I'm not like that."
There, it was out and he was beautifully relieved. This was what he'd come here with. This was what he wanted to tell Alpha, and now all he had to do was wait for shit or understanding. And that it was an interminable wait before Castiel turned and looked him in the eye.
"I could have a dozen Omegas wanting to kiss my feet and ass on every finger. I've never been interested in one of those. I want a Mate who can take care of himself and our pups. Someone with a real personality, opinions and thoughts of their own, who will be a true partner to me. You're all of those things, but..." slowly, as he spoke, he made his way over to Dean, "you need to learn when you can contradict me and when you need to show me the proper respect." He stood in front of him and paused, his gaze firm but not cold, a gaze under which Dean had no need to show his neck. They remained staring at each other at close range for several heartbeats before Castiel's shoulders slumped a little, his expression softening enough to be clearly visible even in the darkness of the club, and he held up a hand. His large, warm palm rested on his jaw and his thumb rested on his chin, even lightly touching his bottom lip. He couldn't help but open his mouth with a sigh.
"I don't want to punish you, Dean. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, but I'll do what I have to. That's the way it is in our world."
"I know... hell, I know..." He ducked his head to get out of the gentle grip of Castiel's hand that made him nervous and quite difficult to speak. His gaze wandered as he did so to a comfortable-looking sofa filled with black and orange cushions and a low table made of black glass. He raised his eyes back to Alpha. "I'm figuring out where my place is and all that. I'm supposed to look like a handsome Omega husband and I will, okay? I'll act like it, just don't make me sit at home and cook and give you a bunch of babies and do nothing else. I'd rather die than do that. Seriously... it would kill me, so why put myself through the misery? If you ever want an Omega like that, you better shoot me in the head. Can you?" he asked, expecting an eye roll and a grunt of something about melodrama rather than any real answer.
Of course Cas didn't say anything like that he didn't even flinch because he was a goddamn puzzler. One moment he was the most stereotypical asshole and the next he could surprise with his behavior.
"If I ever want an Omega like that, I'd rather shoot myself."
He chuckled briefly and bitterly, not knowing what to say.
"I'm serious, Dean," Castiel responded to his seeming mockery with a small edge in his voice. "I have enough sycophants around me who will always agree with me. I like it when you tell me what you really think. I'll never punish you for being truthful and honest, you just have to save your honesty for an appropriate time. It's best when we're alone. Do you understand that?"
"Yeah... yeah, I understand that," he agreed, averting his gaze. "I'll try to act a little... better when people are around. Okay?"
"Okay. That's all I ask of you."
He felt strange and uncomfortable. For a good two minutes they'd been spouting pathetic shit about their relationship that didn't really exist. They weren't dating or anything, it was just... He looked up from the carpet, where he'd lowered his gaze so he wouldn't have to look at Alpha. And yet, he did look up into Castiel's face.
He had one of those cute expressions where he tilted his head to the side a little, eyes squinted and lips slightly parted almost in invitation to a kiss. He looked like the epitome of a question. Like he was genuinely curious about Dean's opinion, his thoughts, and... yeah, even the fucking feelings that were just gathering in his stomach like a hot, heavy rock. Dean felt wanted under that gaze, which was something he didn't want to think about right now. He decided to fixate on the fact that Casiel didn't seem to be angry anymore, and that satisfied his inner Omega.
Obeying her whispers and urges, he bridged the small distance that separated him from the Alpha, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling into his slightly chapped lips, lined with a day's worth of stubble that stung his cheek. Alpha, of course, didn't hesitate for a moment. One hand went into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other wrapped low around his waist until it was almost touching Dean's ass.
He pressed closer, but didn't deepen the kiss. He pulled away from him, ran his nose over Alpha's jaw, and then buried his face in the crook of his neck. Castiel growled in sympathy but satisfaction, stretching his neck, not only giving Dean more space but also brushing against his forehead. He could feel the wetness on his skin, and even his nose picked up the heavy, sweet scent of roasted cherries and bitter almonds as it gained intensity and mingled with his own growing scent.
Shit... it was bliss.
He pulled away slightly, just enough to rest his chin on Castiel's shoulder and let his hands wander up Castiel's back. The fine shirt slid under his fingers. He opened his eyes... he didn't know when he closed them... and his gaze lingered on the sofa. Suddenly he realized what he was doing; he was making out with Castiel. This was not something he had planned. He'd never been much of a cuddler, not even with his dad. The only exception was his little brother. That one he could hold in his arms all night long even now that he wasn't a little puppy anymore. It made them both feel safe. With the others, he made do with a firm but quick hug or an arm thrown around their shoulders. He did that often, but cuddling... He was an Omega, but he didn't need comfortable places and cuddling to be content, like they always talked about in silly romance movies.
Embarrassment overcame him, and he pulled away as far as the tight grip of the Alpha's arms would allow.
The blue eyes he looked into were darker than usual in the local light, and there were shadows on Castiel's face that gave him some sort of grandeur or something. He was just prettier than usual. Or maybe it was the fact that his eyes were contentedly squinted, his lips curled into a small, soft smile, and all tension gone from his features.
Dean's embarrassment deepened. He averted his gaze and carefully removed Alpha's hands from his hips. Castiel didn't protest, not with words, but he radiated question along with a little displeasure. He tried not to look at him and instead turned to look at the club spread out below them.
"So... um... this is Blue Sky...?" He asked in an attempt to change the subject. They'd already talked enough about what had happened in the last few days and to be honest, he'd rather forget about it. He also wanted to forget that he was just being a clingy Omega who needed to cuddle with his Alpha. So he took advantage of the fact that his Alpha was no longer holding him and put a safe distance between them by walking over to the balcony railing.
"Obviously," Castiel replied, slowly making his way over to him.
Dean clasped both hands against the cool metal of the railing as he watched out of the corner of his eye as Alpha leaned sideways against the same metal bar his hands were resting on. He purposely didn't look at Castiel, instead looking down to get a better look at the interior of the club. Orange and black sofas and chairs stood on orange and black carpets, and these in turn were laid on the floor, which had a hexagonal pattern made up of different shades of orange tiles. The bar was beautifully lit, the bartender was dressed in a smart jacket as were the waitresses. It all looked luxurious and expensive and incredibly uncomfortable. Blue Sky was a bar, and in Dean's opinion, a bar was where you should have fun. He should be getting a few licks in, throwing darts and playing pool, listening to music and watching a sports game on TV, not having to behave. And that all the guests maintained decorum. They sat in nice spaced out orderly fashion, as Alpha e was wont to do, all sipping discreetly from their drinks, smiling and chatting so quietly and politely that the murmur of their voices was really just a murmur.
God... it looked fucking boring. Definitely not the 'Alpha Club' he'd imagined. There was nothing here to suggest that an orgy with some stoned Omega was about to break out at any moment. Dude, no one was even snorting coke or swallowing any happy pills.
"What do you think of it?" Castiel asked, moving closer so he could smell him and also put his hand on the back of his head.
His Omega growled softly and he instinctively leaned into the hand that pressed firmly, but gently this time, against the back of his neck, and for a small but pleasurable moment he savored the heavy feeling that came down his spine every time the Alpha's thumb circled Dean's hair.
He licked his lips.
"The truth?"
"Always."
"This place looks boring."
The movement of his fingers on the back of his neck stopped.
"Boring?" Castiel asked in surprise.
"Yeah, boring. Boring music, boring people..." The words died on his tongue as his eyes fell onBeta ... the Balthazar (for God's sake, why did everyone around Alpha have such weird names?) who was sitting on the edge of the bar, holding a tall glass of some colorful drink and looking over Blue Sky like he owned the place. He felt like growling again, but swallowed it.
"I'm not bored here," Alpha pointed out; Dean turned to him with a questioning expression. "I'm watching the scene. That's what I enjoy."
He couldn't help a chuckle, this one genuinely amused, which earned him a look of incomprehension.
"You really do have to go through all the Alpha stereotypes, don't you?"
"Alpha stereotypes?" Castiel didn't understand, even tilting his head to the side.
He laughed a second time, leaning in a little until his hip was resting against his leg.
"Overbearing, possessive, jealous, obsessed with control and his territory... does that remind you of anyone?" He looked at Alpha coquettishly through his lashes, smiling as he did so. Yeah, a tiny worm of insecurity brought him back to everything bad about the last few days, whispering that maybe it was too soon for this kind of teasing, but the way Castiel's corners twitched in a smile and his thumb ran up Dean's neck again put him at ease.
"Maybe a little..." he admitted in an amused tone. "Maybe I created this whole place to satisfy some of my Alpha's needs. And I also wanted somewhere quiet to spend my evenings, but not have to talk to too many people at the same time. I don't think it's too... eccentric to really be worth mentioning. "
Dean frowned slightly.
"Did you create Blue Sky just for your own amusement?" He asked. He found it quite unbelievable that someone would start an entire bar just to have a place to drink. Sure, people started pubs for fun, but it was also their livelihood. The Blue Sky was obviously not Castiel's real livelihood.
"I didn't start a bar as such. It was already there. I rebuilt it to my liking and made it a private place for Alphas where Betas and Omegas are banned."
"You mean no one but Alphas are allowed in here?" He asked; Castiel nodded slightly. "Like ever?"
"Yes."
"Why? What's the point of such an undertaking?"
"It's for Alphas who want to spend time with other Alphas without being bothered by the smells of Betas and Omegas."
"Are they like that?" He made no secret of his genuine skepticism. What Alpha wouldn't want to bury his nose in a scented Omega gland.
"What do you think...?" Castiel raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly towards the locale.
He quickly ran his gaze over all the guests. The bar wasn't exactly crowded, but the waitresses were always busy, and as far as he could guess, this place was too upscale to squeeze in. So yeah, it was probably quite a success, but he still didn't believe that Alphas didn't come here for some serious entertainment. That meant the Omegas.
"But you do throw parties here, don't you?"
The alpha gave him a questioning look.
"You know... entertainment for Alphas, the kind that's normal in clubs like this. They bring in some Omegas to... you know... to please the Alphas in every way..." As Castiel's expression remained impassive, Dean rolled his eyes, trying hard to ignore the twinge of embarrassment as he decided to explain more clearly and less politely. "I mean parties where Alphas fuck Omegas. Do you get it now? You have to know that, given that criminal career, don't you?"
"Of course I know similar... parties," he replied without blinking. "I was just wondering what wasn't clear to you when I said that Omegas were banned from here."
"Yeah, normal Omegas, but..."
"You're the first and only Omega to enter here in the last three years."
It took him a moment to get the full meaning of Castiel's words. And as soon as it did, his lizard brain, which housed all Omega instincts sent out the most confusing and almost frightening feeling of excitement. He was in a confined space, not with one or two Alphas, but with dozens of Alphas. He was the only Omega for miles around and they were all of childbearing age and would certainly be interested in Dean. He'd bet that if he came down there all of them, literally every single one of them, would immediately drop everything he was doing, turn on him and start sniffing him. They'd pay vigilant, almost hunting attention to his every move. It was terrifying. And exciting.
Other times he wouldn't have even considered this. It was dangerous to let his thoughts run that way. He wasn't an Omega who wanted to give himself over to the first knot he came across, and he certainly didn't want to encourage that part of Omega biology and mentality in any way. But this time, his thoughts ran unconsciously and he didn't stop them. Perhaps it was the stress of the last few days, but far more likely it was the fact that Castiel... his Alpha... was right by his side, so it was safe to think about, for example, that blonde Alpha in the light blue short dress that had just walked by the bar. He could indulge himself in fantasies of her wet pussy and how her cock would move if she ravished him. He'd seen a few videos like that... well more than a few... hell, he'd seen quite a few...
He felt a warm breeze on the back of his neck and heard the sound of sniffing.
"You're horny..." said Alpha, and it wasn't a question. It was a statement. At the same time, Alpha slowly moved behind his back, trapping him between his arms as he rested his hands on the iron bar on either side of Dean's body.
"No!" he denied loudly, instantly cursing himself as his voice broke and the one word sounded only like a desperate yelp.
"Does it excite you that there are so many Alphas and you're the only Omega here?"
Damn it. Why did the Alpha always have to know when he was lying? And how could he read his mind?! That was so annoying. He gripped the railing and resisted the urge to lean into the warmth of the chest pressed against his back.
"No..." he denied again, less explosively and much more quietly, so that he even managed to keep his voice steady.
The alpha gave a soft warning growl.
"Don't lie to me..."
"I don't want you to kill anyone again if I tell you the truth."
"Are you planning on leaving with any of these Alphas?" He surprised him with a nonsensical question.
"Of course not!" He snapped, a little more vehemently than he had to. No matter how many Alphas he'd flirted with in his life, he would never go to his house or, after all, anywhere private with one. He wasn't a complete fool and he liked his ass the way it was; unused.
"Are you planning on going down there?"
"You think I'm an idiot?"
"Yes or no?" He growled.
"No..."
"Then I have no reason to kill anyone," the Alpha said with a small growl in his voice, placing a hand on Dean's stomach. "If it's just fantasies," his hand slid down to the edge of his shirt and then underneath it to the bare skin of his stomach. It was large and warm, yet the muscles of Dean's stomach tensed and rippled under the touch, so gentle was the touch. "You can tell me about it. I want to hear about it..."
He looked back, certain he could see the coldness preceding the rage in Castiel's eyes. That his face would be full of sharp angles, his lips drawn into a stern line. He expected his scent to turn bitter at any moment. And that this was all some sort of trap to test Dean's loyalty or some such sneaky shit, but the Alpha didn't look angry at all. He didn't even smell of suppressed anger. Oh no, he smelled sweet with a musky hint of incipient arousal, his eyes were contentedly squinted and he actually looked like he might start growling at any moment.
He was confused.
"You killed a guy just because I had a conversation with him, and now I'm supposed to tell you I want one of those Alphas down there?"
"Do you?" he asked, looking oddly calm.
He pursed his lips, fixed Castiel with a hard stare and refused to answer, because this had to be a trap. If his desire was to get Dean to say he liked an Alpha from the club and then kill him, he certainly couldn't count on Dean's cooperation. He wasn't going to get caught.
Castiel let out a small sigh, his satisfied expression turning slightly annoyed.
"No matter how you answer me, I'm not going to kill anyone or punish you," he said, his voice not as sweetly deep as the one he'd used earlier when he'd asked if he wanted an Alpha down there. "Right here and now... you're mine and you're with me. And we both know that none of those Alphas down there can come near you, but we can imagine that they can."
He blinked in surprise.
"I'll never let anyone touch you, Dean," he continued, this time with a small growl in his voice, lifting his hand from the railing to wrap his fingers around the back of his neck, "and I can't stand it when you pander to anyone, but... " he ran his thumb over his neck; Dean's pulse quickened and the Alpha grunted, as he could certainly feel it under the belly of his finger, "I like the way other Alphas look at you. The fact that they want you and I can tell them you're mine. And it turns me on to think that I have to fight for you..." With a slight tug, he forced Dean to turn his head and fix his eyes back on the bustle below the balcony, and also made him lower it a little so he could bury his nose in the back of his head. "It's just going to be a game, Omega. Come play with me. I can smell..." he sucked in air in a way that sent a shiver down Dean's spine, "that you want to play."
"Yeah... okay..." he breathed, though he wasn't exactly sure what he was agreeing to, his thoughts slowly starting to lose clarity. It was both Castiel's heavy scent, now completely thick with the musky smell of Alpha arousal, and the fact that his blood was going to slightly different places than his brain. His cock was already hard, and when Alpha pressed up against it from behind to press his own hard length against his ass, it met the cold metal of the railing. Dean bit his lip. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time.
"I knew I'd never be bored with you," the Alpha remarked with a laugh in his voice, moving his hand, hitherto busy stroking Dean's neck, a little lower to the slight bulge of his left breast. Like the first time, Castiel seemed fascinated by the vague softness as he cupped the small mound of fat, kneaded it, and ran his thumb over the hard nipple that was rubbing against Dean's Guns N' Roses logo t-shirt.
He exhaled sharply.
"Now tell me..." the Alpha breathed in his ear, "would you like to go down there with all those Alphas?"
"I..." he began, his voice wavering because it was quite hard to concentrate as he rubbed his nipple while finally running his fingers over the bare skin above the edge of his pants. What was the right answer? He looked down at the Alphas and remembered the feeling of arousal at the idea of being watched. "Yeah... I'd like that."
Alpha growled. There was a ferocity to it, perhaps even a bit of anger, but he didn't falter for a moment in stroking Dean's body, his scent still just as aroused. It was the right answer. This was what Castiel wanted to hear, but it also made him angry. If he'd been a little clearer headed he would have thought about this strange contradiction.
"They'd be looking at you. They would undress you with their eyes. They would suck in your scent. Would you like that?"
"Yeah..." he agreed, and God yes... damn, he imagined it like before, but in even more detail.
"They'd do more," Castiel continued, his hand moving from her stomach and right between Dean's legs, but he didn't press. Not like the first time he'd touched him there. Just a light, pleasant kneading, and Dean instinctively began to rock into that warm touch. "They'd like to touch. First one, then another, and another. They'd grab you..." He let go of his breast and stroked the almost almost aching nipple and grabbed the back of Dean's head again. "They'd knock you down on one of the couches and hold you down," as he spoke he forced him to bend over even more with a slight pressure, "while they ripped your clothes off to get at your wet hole. Are you wet, Dean?"
"Yeah... geez, yeah..."
He was fucking sure that his juices had soaked through not just his briefs but his jeans, and Castiel must have felt the damp spot he was resting his big, hard cock in. There was no fucking way he couldn't feel it. And for him not to notice the smell of wet, aroused Omega all around him.
"Of course you are. I can smell it," the Alpha growled, his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning Dean's jeans.
At that moment, the thought flashed through his mind that someone might see them. Someone could have come or... fuck... Some of the Alphas down there could have seen Castiel almost fucking him bent over the railing. For a small moment, he gathered enough rational thought that he tried to reach down to stop the Alpha, only to be prevented by the railing.
"Uhm... wait..."
He didn't wait. He might not have even heard him over his own growls, the music and the commotion down in the club. Alpha simply reached into Dean's briefs and pulled his heavy, hot cock out into the cool air. One quick slide of his large hand over the sensitive skin was enough to elicit a low moan from his throat and thoughts of protest and shame crumbled like a sand castle. He was vaguely aware of Castiel letting go of his cock, and the sound of spitting... so fucking shameless... and then he felt nothing but a firm, wet grip on his cock.
He ducked his head and leaned back into the hand gripping the back of his head.
"You're so wet you could easily take all those Alphas, am I right?"
He shook his head as much as his grip and odd position would allow. No fucking way, and not just because no fucking Omega could hold so many Alphas, he himself rather couldn't. Mostly he wouldn't allow it. Not without a fight. He'd fight to his last breath and he wanted his Alpha to know it.
"No... I'd fight... fight..." he gasped as Cas's hand slowly ran over his cock in just the right way, "until... " this time he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan and not draw unnecessary attention to himself in case someone from below might happen to hear, see or smell them, "until you came for me," he sucked out what he wanted to say and heard a rumbling growl of enthusiastic approval and belligerence behind him and knew... fuck... this was exactly what the Alpha wanted to hear. And fuck, Dean was so pleased he'd made his Alpha happy.
"Din... moy..." the Alpha purred in his ear, speeding up his thrusts.
He met them while grinding his ass harder and harder against the hard bulge pressing against him. Alpha was breathing hotly on the back of his head, hearing him make sounds that could have been growls and words and... fuck. The grip on the back of his head tightened, just a little, but it was that last impulse that made him come hard as he gritted his teeth desperately to stay quiet.
It was clear to him that his orgasm must have lasted only a moment, but when he finally opened his eyes and relaxed his jaws, he felt like he'd been straining both for hours. His breath was a little tight in his throat, he could taste the iron taste in his mouth as he probably bit down, and he could feel his legs getting supple, but otherwise he felt great. And he felt even better when he realized that Castiel was no longer holding the back of his head, but was wrapping his arms around his waist and, along with the railing, keeping him upright.
He turned his head a little, enough to brush the top of his own head against Alpha's neck in a silent plea for another marking. And Cas obliged him.
He marked it with his scent, but in a sort of... distracted way.
Dean turned even more to follow what had so caught Alpha's attention that he didn't even care about proper markings and... shit. Castiel lifted a stained hand to his face, then licked his palm as if Dean's load was the sweetest thing he could taste.
If he hadn't come literally half a minute ago, his cock would definitely have gotten hard again at the sight of this and the gourmand growl the Alpha let out from deep in his throat. This way, he could just feel more moisture seep between his cheeks and the clenching emptiness in his insides called out for fulfillment. And his Omega, growling softly and utterly surrendered, advised him that he should arch his back and adjust his ass.
"Sladkiy..." muttered Castiel to himself, then glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye.
Something dark flashed in his blue eyes, and then Castiel bared his teeth in a feral grin. That was the only small warning before he suddenly pressed Dean's whole body against the railing, forcing him to actually lean against it. By that point, most of the post-orgasmic high was gone, and even the newly rising excitement was gone, replaced by the cold sting of panic stabbing at his stomach. He knew damn well what the Alpha was up to now, and he didn't even need to feel him start to pull his pants down his hips to do it. He wanted to fuck him here and now, bent over the railing while they were both dressed.
He reached for the wrist of Alpha's hand before he could realize what he was doing, and it wasn't until he held it, stopping Castiel from removing his pants, that he realized what he'd done. A small disgruntled grunt warned him that he'd better have a damn good argument for what he'd done.
"I want to suck your cock," he blurted out, and wow, okay, that actually sounded very sincere. Probably because it was sincere. He had no idea how to suck someone off, and he wasn't even sure he wasn't going to start gagging on Cas's cock like some ridiculous amateur, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it a hundred times. Yeah, and he tried it once, so...
"Do you want?" he asked Alpha in a strange way, as if he hadn't expected it, and he could be heard assessing their shared scent with subtle intakes of breath.
He licked his lips.
"Yeah, I want to," he assured him, putting all the sincerity he could muster into his voice, knowing he had to convince Alpha that he was literally aching to taste his cock. Desperately and hungrily.
"Hmm... As your Alpha, I'll give you anything you want..." growled Cas in his ear before letting go.
Pulling his pants back up to his waist, he shoved his cock into his briefs and buckled himself in. He took his time controlling his suddenly pounding heart with nervousness, so when he finally turned around, he found that Alpha had just sat down on the couch and spread his legs comfortably in clear invitation.
He hesitated for only a moment before moving towards him, watching as Castiel took one of the cushions from the sofa and tossed it on the floor in front of him. Then he lifted his hands to his belt and, while adjusting the pillow with his feet, unbuckled his belt. It was pretty clear this wasn't the first time he'd done this. And by that, of course, he didn't mean the blowjob. He meant that it wasn't the first time he'd been sucked off here at the club, on this very sofa.
His Omega growled jealously, but he himself felt something choke his throat. Don't be such a pussy, Winchester. Of course you're not the first one to suck his dick. There were dozens, who knows, maybe hundreds of boys like you. Yeah, they probably weren't Omegas, but what does it matter? Just because Castiel tries to tell you that doesn't mean you're really special.
"Come here, Dean, and get on your knees," the Alpha ordered him, because he probably wasn't moving fast enough, tapping the toe of his shiny boot on the edge of the pillow.
While the order wasn't curt or angry, it was enough to chase away Dean's stupid thoughts and spur him on. He knelt in the designated spot and yes, he was instantly grateful for the pillow. The carpet was high and thick pile, but it yielded easily. The pillow was soft and comfortable. He imagined he could kneel on it for quite a while.
But fuck the pillow. He wasn't here to enjoy the luxurious interior of the club. He glanced upto Alf's crotch and his hands, which were just undoing the button on his pants.
"I'll do it," he blurted, reaching for his pants.
Their hands awkwardly clashed. Dean stiffened a little and looked up at Castiel's face. How was this actually being done right? Was there a procedure for this? He'd never been the one on his knees, and on the few occasions he'd gotten blow jobs from a girl, it just sort of... worked out. He wasn't sure who was unzipping pants and stuff back then.
If there was any proper protocol for blow jobs, Alpha gave him no indication. He just put his hands on his thighs and, with that damn intense gaze of his fixed on Dean, sat still and let him do what he wanted.
He licked his lips quickly and lowered his gaze to the massive bulge that was literally under his hands. He stared at it and... damn! He wasn't going to sit there like an idiot, so he gathered his courage and quickly unzipped the zipper, revealing the same white boxers he'd seen once before, and then grabbed the edge of both the pants and said boxers and pulled. Castiel willingly moved his hips so that he could pull both down and free his hard cock, which literally popped out excitedly.
He remained looking at it. Maybe it was the dim light or because he wasn't as turned on this time, but it didn't seem as huge as last time. Yeah, it was damn impressive. Hard as a rock even to look at, with a knot looming at the root, and certainly a lot bigger than Dean's, but not intimidating. It was more... wow. He actually really wanted to suck it. He even salivated at the sweet, tart smell that filled the air as he pulled Alf's pants down.
He didn't think too hard, though somewhere in the back of his mind he was thinking he should have been more deliberate about what he was doing, and he just cupped Alpha's thick length in his hand. It was almost like holding his own cock. Hot, hard and soft at the same time, the skin was as soft as his own and he could feel and see the veining. Apart from the size and knot, the only thing different was the foreskin, which still partially covered the reddened glans.
He moved his hand experimentally a few times.
Even that went as hard as when he wanted to jerk off and didn't even use saliva, so... He licked his lips, took a breath, closed his eyes, and leaned forward. Just no teeth, he reminded himself, before he clamped the hot tip of Castiel's cock between his lips. It tasted salty and bitter, so other than a nice, wet pussy, but oddly enough, it wasn't bad. Not the way he'd feared it would be once he had to do it. That gave him both courage and enthusiasm, and he let his cock slide deeper into his mouth. He sucked. He used his tongue. He slid his mouth up and down, daring to push his alpha's cock deeper each time.
Finally, he even dared to look up. He was a little worried he'd see dissatisfaction or boredom on Castiel's face, but no. He was still looking at him with that intense gaze from under his lids, his lips parted, and when Dean looked at his hands out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he was pressing one into his own thigh and the other into the edge of the sofa. He liked it. His Alpha was pleased. It filled him with pride, satisfaction and excitement that made him want to try to swallow Cas's cock even deeper to give him more pleasure.
It was a fucking mistake.
The blunt head slammed into his palate, his throat tightening reflexively and tears welling up in his eyes.
With a disgusting slurping sound, he let his cock slip out of his mouth because he needed to take a good breath. The air he gasped in irritated his sensitive throat even more, and he coughed ignominiously. God, it was so embarrassing that he didn't even dare look up.
Suddenly a hand went into his hair. He immediately tensed in anticipation of his head being pushed back onto Castiel's cock, because why should the Alpha have any patience with a clumsy Omega giving his first blowjob. That was his first thought, which quickly dissolved both under Cas's touch and thanks to the growl of his inner Omega. Alpha wouldn't do this, he was almost certain of it now, and he wasn't.
"Easy, Dean. Easy," he grumbled, surprisingly free of the displeasure he wouldn't have blamed him for, and ruffled his hair. "You don't have to swallow it whole. It's not about quantity, it's about quality. Find a rhythm, breathe through your nose and use your hand and tongue," he instructed as he guided him back to his cock with gentle but steady pressure. He gave in and took the thick cock back into his mouth. And he tried to do as Alpha advised. Find a rhythm and breathe in through his nose every time his mouth was almost empty.
"Squeeze my knot," he got more advice, this time in a voice tinged with grunts.
He glanced up quickly to make sure Castiel was serious, then gripped the hand he was using to encircle the base of his cock a little tighter. He did it more firmly than he would have liked himself, but the hard mound of knot that pressed into his palm simply urged him to do it. And he did it well. The alpha above his head gasped in satisfaction. The first vocal indication that he liked it.
Dean smiled ruefully inwardly and continued his good work. Nice and regular, honest and conscientious, like a good soldier,and every now and then he looked up to make sure Cas was still watching him and still enjoying it. And it looked like he did, he liked it, he just... Damn, it was taking too long. His knees were pushing through the pillow, his legs were tingling from lack of blood, his jaw was starting to ache, and even though he was trying to breathe regularly, he felt like he was running out of air. In addition, his lips burned and he could feel his own saliva running down his chin.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore and had to pull away for a big breath.
"Shit..." he muttered as he wiped his mouth.
Still holding Alpha's cock, his gaze fixed on the ground, he felt embarrassed again. He thought he was doing a good job, but obviously not good enough. Yeah, sure, Alphas took longer than Betas or Omegas, but damn! This was taking forever.
"It would go faster if you'd let me fuck your mouth," came calmly from above him, and the hand he was only vaguely aware had been in the back of his head the whole time dug a little deeper into his hair.
He looked up quickly
Hours and hours of porn had taught him what to imagine by fucking his mouth. He would just have to keep his mouth open and let Alpha do all the work. It would be quick, probably wild, and he'd probably end up with his cock deep in his throat and a knot stuck behind his teeth. Whether he wanted to or not, the idea would be as unnerving as it was arousing. He felt his own cock twitch at the thought.
"Okay..." he agreed, immediately feeling the hand in his hair twitch. He bucked against it and grabbed Alpha's arm. "Just... don't knotting my mouth, okay?" He demanded, because he couldn't fucking imagine how he could handle something like that.
"I'll only go as deep as you'll let me," he replied, as if perhaps Dean might do something, or maybe just object, when she grabbed his head and just rammed his cock as deep into her mouth as possible. The idea was ridiculous, and he realized just how ridiculous it was when the alpha lifted himself off the couch, forcing him to back up a little and, more importantly, tilt his head. At least he'd felt like he'd been in control before, but now... at this angle... and with Alpha towering over him.
He decided it was best to give in to his Omega instincts, just relax, close his eyes and open his mouth. And hope that Castiel wouldn't do anything that would cause him to throw up on the nice orange pillow he was kneeling on.
"Hold my knot."
He opened his eyes in surprise, shut his mouth, and looked up. The alpha looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, so he did as he was asked. He gripped the knot half-formed at the base of his cock with his hand, and that's when he ran out of sense. With his cock in his hand, there would be barely half of it left to take in his mouth, and it wouldn't matter how wildly or even roughly Alpha decided to use his mouth. In fact, he'll be as in control of it the whole time as he was before.
His chest tightened with the warm feeling brought on by the fact that yeah... Castiel cared about his comfort. Whether he liked it. It was ridiculous to feel that right now. Man, who gets turned on like a girl at a romantic movie when someone's dick is in his hand and just inches from his face. He suppressed these nonsensical feelings and leaned forward to take Alpha in his mouth.
Immediately he felt two hands at the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place this time, and then Alpha rocked his hips. The first few thrusts were shallow, gentle, but with each successive one he could feel the warm flesh going deeper into his mouth and gaining in intensity. He could hear Alpha's growling breathing. He could feel the dull nails digging into his head and gripping his hair so hard it almost hurt. And his mouth was filling with so much saliva and bitterness and the smell of roasting cherries that he couldn't swallow, and the whole viscous mixture ran down his chin. His eyes burned and tears started streaming down his cheeks because he was running out of air. He must have looked wet, used, maybe even humiliated, if all he could do was kneel on his aching knees, keep his mouth open and try to breathe regularly and not start gagging. He should feel disgusted with himself for having to look like a bitch, but god... he didn't feel like one. The feeling of being in Alpha's hands was absolutely perfect. He wanted it so badly and he didn't understand what he'd been afraid of just a few minutes ago. He'd been fucking made for this. Kneeling in front of his Alpha and...
He opened his eyes and looked up into Castiel's face through his tears.
The alpha prized his teeth and his eyes… those eyes that could stare into the depths of the soul… were red in color. It was visible even in the dim light of the club and Dean loved it. And he was damn proud of the fact that his Alpha looked so depraved just because of him. It excited him so much that if he hadn't had his clothes wet for a long time, he could easily wring them just because of this sight.
Cas' fingers dug into the nape of his neck with renewed force, and the thrust that followed was far too deep and harsh. He dimly realized that the Alpha must be close and that he should do something. Try to pull away and finish him off with your hand or something. But before his brain could move his body, he felt the knot under his hand grow to full size and a quantity of bitter liquid flooded his mouth and throat.
Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…
He made a feeble attempt to pull away, but he knew in advance that the Alpha wouldn't let him go and he didn't stand a chance against his strength. He had no choice but to try to swallow. There was a lot of it. Shit… a lot more than he expected. If porn lied about anything, this fucking thing didn't. And if Castiel thought he was going to swallow all of this, he was damn wrong. Dean was no porn Omega. He didn't give this.
The hands in his hair loosened as Cas finally finished with a contented sigh, and Dean immediately took advantage of that to pull away.
It was a stupid mistake.
Suddenly he had cum everywhere. On his chin, on his face, on the hands he used to cover his mouth in vain and also on his beloved t-shirt and maybe even on his dad's jacket... No, hell no, he definitely wasn't going to think about their Alpha right now.
"Fuck!" he snarled, sending a murderous glare towards Alpha, who had just landed on the couch with another sigh. He looked perfectly content, even beautiful and sexy as he lay there with his legs half spread and his cock still hard and a big knot starting from his open pants. Not that it made Dean stop being mad at him, but he still enjoyed the look.
"You could have warned me," he barked, looking around for anything but a pillow to use to wipe himself off. There were just a few napkins for each glass on the table, which he could take.
Castiel let out a grunt that sounded more like amusement as he leaned forward and grabbed the back of Dean's neck again. He gripped his hair and tilted his head so that he could look into his eyes.
"Ya davno khotel uvidet' tebya takim. Ty takoy krasivyy, moy Omega."
He frowned. He already understood some of the words, so he knew that Cas had already called him beautiful, but the rest…
"I don't understand you."
"I'm saying that I've wanted to see you like this for a long time."
Dean smirked.
"Fucking and," he breathed in; he reeked of a mixture of Alpha and Omega arousal and cum. Well, just perfect, "smelling like a brothel?" he finished sharply, and yeah, that probably wasn't the nicest thing to say in this situation.
"Yes," he got a simple answer that simply took away any further arguments.
He looked down at the few wipes he'd managed to grab, planning on trying to wipe the t-shirt off regardless of whether Cas wanted to let him or not. Strangely, he put his hands away and let him do what he wanted.
"Do you have a bathroom?" he asked as he more or less gave up on his quest and came to the conclusion that he would need water. "I want to wash..."
"You can shower in my apartment. I live here above the Blue Sky."
He looked into Alpha's eyes and immediately had to smirk. Of course he was inviting him over and he probably didn't expect Dean to refuse.
"Sure and as soon as we get there you'll have lots of funny ideas huh?" he chuckled, for the most part genuinely cheerful, but also to cover up his nervousness. When he went to Blue Sky, he didn't plan for it to end like this, but in retrospect it was clear to him that it was to be expected. Just as it was clear to him that he had gone too far to back out, regardless of the fact that he probably didn't want to back out.
"I can assure you I won't have any funny ideas for a while," the Alpha replied, putting air quotes around the last two words. "Do you want to come to me or not? The choice is yours…"
He stared into the blue eyes for a long time that didn't reveal anything about what Cas was thinking or wanting. They were like a calm, nighttime lake, looking down on Dean from a contented and relaxed face, on which the lights of the club painted deep shadows.
He licked the wet bitterness from his lip before nodding.
"Yeah fine. Lead me…"
