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Dean was a little nervous, this was a bit above his level. He wasn't a blushing virgin or anything, but he preferred to keep it to blowjobs and handjobs. Maybe an occasional fucking with a client he knew, and trusted to an extend, but no knotting.
And now, he had agreed to spend a rut with an Alpha he had only met once? He couldn't even scent him, the guy was wearing blockers.
But damn, Michael offered him good money to help out his brother, and even told him he might be able to get him a job in his company, in the mail room. Dean had to take it, but the job would go to Sam. That kid had potential and if anyone could work their way to the top, it would be him.
Still, what convinced Dean to go along with this wasn't so much the money and the opportunity, but the fact that the alpha in question, Castiel seemed so shy and reluctant, which confused Dean at first, but then Michael told him it's also a bit of a medical issue and that Castiel needed to spend his rut with an omega.
It wasn't just sex. It wasn't just being paid to help the guy out with his rut. It was more.
It certainly felt like more.
Damn, Dean wished he could have scented him beforehand.
Gulping, the omega knocked on the door. Almost immediately, the Alpha answered, as if he was just waiting on the other side. Before Dean could even look at him properly, he was hit by a smell of warm pastries, pumpkin spice and cinnamon with an underline scent of apples.
But it wasn't coming from the alpha, no, but rather from somewhere inside the apartment. Such a shame. The alpha seemed to be wearing blockers yet again.
Castiel stepped out of the way, ducking his head and motioning for Dean to enter. As the omega passed, Castiel tried to scent the air, then sagged a little.
"You put on blockers," he noted, looking kind of sad.
"Yeah, well, so did you." It came out a lot more defensive than Dean intended it to; he could see in Castiel's expression that it was like a slap to the face.
"I– I didn't want to overwhelm you."
Oh.
"Oh," Dean let out. "Sorry. Mine should wear off soon, I had to put them on for the subway."
"Oh," the alpha mirrored.
There were a few beats of awkward silence. Avoiding the alpha's eyes, Dean glanced around the apartment before pointing at the closed door, mouthing the word 'bedroom'. Castiel nodded, then motioned for the omega to enter.
It was strange, the attention this alpha was giving him. Castiel asked to be the one to remove Dean's clothes, then proceeded to gently touch and caress every part of his skin as he undressed him. He even scented his skin a few times, coming so close, Dean thought the alpha would press his lips there, but he never did.
And why the heck was the bedroom smelling even more like apples and cinnamon and pasties? Was there a bakery outside of the window?
When Dean was finally completely bare (and feeling a little vulnerable), the alpha stepped back and admired him with a small smile on his face. Dean figured this was the moment where he should present. So that's what he did.
The alpha behind him gasped, and Dean felt his cheeks start to burn, but he maintained the position. He was already slicking some, partly from alpha's touches, partly over that sweet smell. Damn, he could almost taste the apple pie with that perfect crust and that moisty filling.
At first, there were hands on his ass, moving gently. Dean expected them to part his cheeks, which they did. Then he expected the blunt tip of a cock to tease his entrance. Which. Didn't happen.
Instead, something hot and wet moved from the base of his balls and over his hole, making him let out an involuntary moan. What the-
Behind him, Castiel hummed, his face so close to Dean's ass, he could feel the vibrations of the sound on his skin. The alpha was– he was– it was–
No, no way, he would do tha"aaaaahh!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dean was almost screaming, overwhelmed with the sensations of Castiel's tongue licking him, probing at his hole. Tasting him.
The hands kept massaging his ass while the alpha went to town. Normally, Dean would try to contain his sounds, which was rather easy with an alpha's cock down his throat, but this time he couldn’t help it. The alpha was shamelessly eating him out and it felt sooooo good. Nobody had ever done that and too soon, Dean was overwhelmed with the sensations, pleasure spiking so high, it had his orgasm bursting out of him unexpectedly.
Dean cried out as he came, and kept riding that high as the alpha kept going, on and on until Dean was a shaking mess who couldn't even stand anymore. Close to collapsing on his own mess, Dean let out a little whine, and suddenly, there was a strong hand, sliding up his stomach and to his chest, and pulling him up tightly.
A part of his mind registered that this might be it, the moment the alpha penetrates him, but the rest of Dean was just too pumped up on endorphins to care. Still, nothing happened.
As he was laid down on the part of the bed that didn't have a wet spot, he hummed. "Just… Just gimme a minute and I can return the favor…" he mumbled, his mind very slowly coming back online.
"Um… There is no need for that right now. Rest a little while I go take a shower," the alpha spoke, and the record in Dean’s head came to a screeching halt. Turning, the omega snapped his eyes open to stare at Castiel. Immediately, the alpha ducked his head, cheeks burning. Dean was confused for all of three seconds before he noticed a big wet patch on Castiel's jeans.
Not only did the alpha remain clothed, he also, somehow, came in his pants.
Just from eating Dean out.
"You–"
"You smell like vanilla, and there is a hint of a sharp scent too. And you taste like pure honey, real honey, and it's sweet and so rich and I– I just–"
Dean didn't know if he should be shocked or flattered. The alpha came. He came, untouched, just from eating him out. Since he had no idea what to say to that, Dean opted for a change of subject.
"Okay. Okay, then, I… I'll return the favor by joining you in the shower, how does that sound?"
"You don't have to–"
"I want to. Besides, you got to know what I smell like. It's my turn now, and when I wash you, I get to scent you. Sounds fair?"
A small smile appeared on Castiel's face. The alpha nodded, then allowed himself to be dragged by an omega who wasn't even sure if he was going the right way. Surprisingly, he managed to find the bathroom on the first try. Inside, he managed to undress the suddenly timid alpha, smiling smugly when he reached his pants.
Coming into contact with the alpha’s natural scent made Dean drop his smile as his mouth formed a little ‘o’. That smell that was all over the apartment, the baked pastry-apple pie scent, that was the alpha. That was all Castiel. Dean’s mouth watered as the scent intensified while he revealed more of his alpha’s naked form until Castiel was completely bare before him. Dean registered somewhere in his mind how cute the alpha was, blushing, but all too soon, his mind pulled him back to his previous thoughts about Castiel’s intoxicating scent.
He had to have a taste.
So he did.
Dropping on his knees, Dean could hear the alpha gasp, and gasp again the moment Dean’s hand enveloped the base of a slowly hardening cock and took the tip into his mouth.
It tasted divine!
Dean licked and sucked, and held the alpha’s thighs tightly, probably preventing him from staggering and falling. It was intense for Castiel, he could tell, but he didn’t care. It felt too good and Dean wanted more. Wanted it all, now. So he doubled his efforts, making the alpha gasp and moan loudly, his hands clutching the sink behind him. Soon enough, Dean got what he wanted. With a cry, his alpha came, pouring that delicious come down Dean’s throat, letting him taste it all.
The omega smiled devilishly at Castiel’s dazed appearance and gently pulled him into the shower. He looked away only for a minute, to set the water pressure and temperature and when he looked up, the alpha didn’t look so dazed anymore. Instead, he had this intense, yet shy look in his eyes.
“You want to do something, don’t you?” When Castiel nodded, Dean grinned at him. “Then take it. I am all yours today, Alpha.” There was a flash of something in those blue eyes, a flinch, gone faster than Dean could really register what it was. The alpha moved, inching closer to Dean, who, for the first time ever, was more curious than afraid of what such an open invitation might bring him.
The last thing he expected was for Castiel to press his lips against Dean’s. The kiss was tender and felt so nice, Dean only froze for a moment before he was returning the gesture, kissing back and even going so far as to lick the seams of Castiel’s lips, asking for entrance. One which was immediately granted.
Dean absolutely melted into the kiss.
It wasn’t like any kiss he had ever experienced before. It was nice and pleasant and sweet and uplifting and arousing and amazing and heartwarming and so many other adjectives he couldn’t think of. When Cas pulled away, Dean wasn’t ashamed to admit that he tried to chase after him, but the alpha quickly returned, kissing him some more. On the lips, then on the corner of his mouth, then jaw, then on that pulse point just under his ear, then down his neck all the way to the mating gland. Dean shuddered, while his mind screamed and begged the alpha to claim him.
He had never felt like this, never wanted that, until now. It was a scary thought, but it also felt so right, even if it was turning Dean’s whole world upside down.
Castiel must have sensed his inner turmoil, because he only set one gentle kiss on Dean’s mating gland before he moved lower, hands gently roaming over Dean’s body.
And then he dropped to his knees, just like Dean did before. The omega barely managed to suck in a breath before his dick was enveloped in the heat of that amazing mouth. No-nobody ever did that for him, nobody ever… Dean couldn’t help the little mewls that escaped him. They slowly turned into hiccuping breaths and tears started gathering in his eyes from the intensity of it all. The alpha took him in his mouth again and again, deep down his throat and within minutes, Dean was coming again.
And then he blacked out.
Dean woke up in a nest. A nest on the floor made out of dozens of pillows, blankets, linen and clothes, some of which was his own, the ones he came in with. He was warm and cozy and it smelled so nice, he didn’t really want to move at all. But he sensed the alpha nearby, watching him, so Dean reluctantly turned to find Cas sitting on the bed with a small smile on his face and a tray in his lap.
“I thought you might be hungry. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made ham and cheese sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I also have some fruit. Apple slices and grapes and peaches. I hope that’s alright?” He was so sweet and so uncertain if Dean would like what he had prepared, it was adorable. But something was a bit off.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in a rut?” Dean asked, biting his tongue as soon as the words came out. The meaning was clear - the alpha was supposed to be a wild beast who wanted to fuck everything that moved, especially an omega that came into his territory willingly. It was offensive, rude and totally uncalled for, but no matter how much Dean wanted to take the words back, they were already out there, making the alpha drop his smile and grow a bit sad. Dean cursed himself internally.
“My ruts are a bit different than what you might expect from an average alpha,” Cas started, looking down at his lap, finger playing with the edge of the tray. “As you may have seen, I take immense pleasure from making my partner feel good and reaching their orgasm because of something I did with them. I also like to cater to any other needs my partner might have, and I like to… Pamper them. Build them a nest. Feed them. I know it’s not typical alpha behavior and I am sorry if you came here expecting something else.”
It broke Dean’s heart. Cas had clearly been roughly judged over this before, probably by his partners and most likely by others too, he could hear it in the alpha’s voice as he spoke. At the same time, he was everything Dean never even dared to dream of, and with one stupid question, he had managed to hurt his alpha like many of the others before.
“I’ll– I’ll understand if you want to leave now. The payment is on the table by the front door, it’s all there.” Leave? Payment? No. No, Dean didn’t want it, any of it. He wanted the alpha to feed him that ham and cheese sandwich, and maybe some grapes afterwards too. And he wanted to call him into the nest and cuddle up with him. Touch him. And kiss him.
“I’d– I’d like to stay,” he tried.
“You don’t have to,” his alpha replied. Dean only then registered he had started thinking of Cas as his alpha a while back and that he also shortened his name. If only his alpha would look at him, he’d see that Dean was his, had been the moment he stepped through his door.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Dean spoke softly and finally, finally , Cas raised his gaze to look at the omega. “I want all of it. The pampering. The feeding. The pleasure… You in this nest with me… I wouldn’t mind some kissing either.”
Cas was confused, but there was a hint of hope in his scent, so Dean knew he had to explain and make sure the alpha knew he really wanted this. More.
“The things I have experienced with you are nothing like I have ever felt before. And it wasn’t just the sex. Nobody-nobody ever took care of me before. I always had to– I want that. I want someone like you. I never thought I could ever meet an alpha like you, I didn’t think– It doesn’t matter. I just want you. Come sit with me? Please?”
Pleasantly surprised and highly hopeful, the alpha moved, taking the tray and bringing it closer to the nest. Dean moved to make space for him, and Cas sat down, a small, timid smile on his face. “Feed me, alpha.”
Like he knew, Cas picked up the ham and cheese sandwich and offered it to Dean. The omega took a big bite and smiled around it, making his alpha positively beam with joy. Cas fed him and Dean returned the favor until everything from the tray was gone. Then, Dean pulled him in for a kiss that turned into a few more as they lay down into their nest.
It was nice and slow, the make out session lighting something up within Dean. He felt happy for the first time in his life. There was no urgency to it, the arousal shimmering, but not bursting out. They kissed and cuddled for a long time until they both dozed off.
Waking up for the second time, Dean felt amazing. He was once again warm and cozy, but now, there were hands wrapped around him, holding him close to his alpha’s body. There was also an erection pressing against his lower back, and even though Cas was definitely awake, he hadn’t made a move to deal with it.
Dean still couldn’t really comprehend it fully - the alpha was clearly in the rut, but he wasn’t all over Dean, not in any way Dean expected him to. He had heard the stories, he knew what rutting alphas could be like. But not Cas. Not his alpha. All he wanted was to take care of Dean, in every sense.
But Dean also knew that it could hurt, going through the rut without popping the knot. It could hurt without getting it on with an omega that was right there, ready and available. And Dean was there, and he was ready. With the sweet scent of apple pie teasing him and his alpha’s clear need for him, Dena felt his arousal coil deep inside of him. The alpha nuzzled in his neck, right next to his mating gland and Dean felt his whole being light up.
“Make love to me,” he murmured sleepily, tongue working faster than his mind. It took him a moment to fully grasp what he said, but he didn’t regret it. The alpha tensed a little, so Dean turned to face him. “Make love to me, alpha. Make me yours.”
Cas gasped, his bright blue eyes widening as they made contact with Dean’s. Before he could protest and say what Dean knew he would say, the omega made his desires clear. “I am not affected by your rut pheromones. I want this. You are my mate, can’t you sense it?”
“I can. I knew the moment– the moment I saw you, when Michael introduced us. I just–” Cas cut himself off, shyly ducking his head.
“You didn’t think I’d want that?”
“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever set my eyes upon. I have nothing much to offer you aside from myself. I am not as wealthy as my brother, and I am not interesting either. Just a middle aged writer who spends most of his days indoors and… Well, that’s it. You deserve so much better.” It broke Dean’s heart a little that his alpha thought he wasn’t good enough for him.
“You are enough, you are more than enough. You are in rut and your basic instinct is to take care of me! I don’t care what I deserve, even if a part of me knows I don’t deserve you; I still want it. I want you. Please, Cas. Make me yours.”
Tears gathered in the alpha’s eyes, but he nodded, and Dean felt relief crash over him. He had never asked for anything for himself; this was the first time. And to think he might not have been granted, it would have tore him apart. His own eyes started to water, but the alpha leaned in and kissed him, taking all those worries away.
He was so sweet and gentle, kissing and caressing Dean. In return, the omega let his hands roam over the alpha’s strong body. Cas slowly turned Dean on his back, then kissed his way down his body. As his mouth traveled across Dean’s belly, Cas’ hand glided up the inside of his thigh and to his crotch. Dean gasped when the alpha’s hand moved closer, fingers brushing over his wet hole.
“You’re…” He sounded astonished.
“Ready for you, Alpha. I told you, I want this.” Cas smiled, moving up to kiss Dean again. The omega could sense his arousal, but also his joy and excitement. Dean felt it too.
When that gorgeous cock finally breached him, Dean’s breath hitched, but he didn’t break the eye contact the alpha silently demanded. He watched him, adoration in his eyes, and with the multiple points of contact between them, Dean felt so overwhelmed by it all. Cas began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, his eyes never parting with Dean’s. Almost as if he wanted to make sure Dean was enjoying it, as if it was all that mattered. And boy, was Dean enjoying it.
The alpha’s perfect cock filled him just right, every thrust hitting that spot inside of him that made him see stars. He moaned and whined and freaking mewled, but the alpha was losing himself in the sensations too. And Dean loved it.
“Bite me. Please, alpha. Bite me,” he shamelessly pleaded, but the alpha only nuzzled in his neck and kissed the gland. “If… If you don’t do it, I will.” It was a weak threat, they both knew it, but Dean had to do something. He was so close and he needed the alpha to do it. But the alpha sucked in a breath and moved away from Dean’s mating gland to look into his eyes again.
“Do it.” There was something in those baby blues, insecurity and fear and Dean felt like Cas needed him to take the initiative here. It was rare for an alpha to wear the omega’s bite, still, not completely unheard off.
“You-ah… Promise to do it too, after?”
“Yes!”
Dean wasted no time, surging forward on the alpha’s next thrust and sinking his teeth into the alpha’s neck. Cas cried out, his knot instantly popping and locking them together as he spilled inside. Dean let go, licked the wound clean and then slowly moved away to make eye contact with his alpha. Tears of joy filled Cas’ eyes and a wide, happy smile caressed his face, then he leaned in to kiss Dean. His lips moved gently, almost reverently over Dean’s own, then down his jaw and towards where Dean really wanted him. The omega didn’t notice Cas’ hand moving between them and he cried out, loudly, when the alpha gripped his throbbing erection and started stroking him then sunk his teeth into him and instantly made him come. It was the most intense experience in Dean’s life, and the afterglow was so blissful, Dean was sure he had a dopey smile on his face, not even caring about the alpha’s weight on top of him.
Years from now, Dean would look back on this moment and feel immensely happy that he had the courage to go after what he wanted. He would hug his dorky, blushing alpha and retell him the story of their first time, of their mating and he would enjoy seeing him squirm. Then he would take him to the bedroom and recreate that night.
They would grow old together, happy and thankful they had found and kept each other. The perfect happily ever after.