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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, crowstiel_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Crowley
  Character:
      Castiel, Crowley, Michael, Angela_(OOC)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Teen!Castiel, Omega!Castiel, alpha!crowley,
      Angst, bottom!Castiel, top!Crowley, Knotting, heat_cycle, Daddy!Kink,
      crowstiel, Self-Lubrication
  Series:
      Part 1 of Lost_and_Found
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-19 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 6501
****** Omega Whore ******
by WevyrDove
Summary
     Castiel has his first heat when he is fifteen. When his parents kick
     him out and onto the street, Crowley picks up the pieces.
     Prequel to "On the Corner of Lost and Found".
Notes
     These were chapters that were originally supposed to be in my fic "On
     the Corner of Lost and Found". They broke up the story too much
     though so I removed them. Also I know lots of people aren't Crowstiel
     fans, so now the chapters are together as a prequel that you can
     skip. It can be read as a standalone or before or after the other
     fic. Thanks for reading! Feedback is always appreciated if you're so
     inclined.
     Much love,
     WD
***** Chapter 1 *****
Castiel had been 15 when he found out what he was. When he woke up in the
middle of the night with his pants soaked, Castiel initially thought he had
pissed himself. But then he checked the fluid with his fingers; it was slippery
and viscous and didn't seem to have an odor. To his shock, it seemed to be
coming out of his ass. He knocked on his parents' bedroom door in a panic. When
he told his mother what had happened, she started crying without explanation.
She went to the linen closet and handed Castiel a box of sanitary pads, which
only confused him more, and told him to cleanup. While Castiel was in the
bathroom he could hear his parents talking next door, and his father raising
his voice angrily.
"Where is that freak?" Michael roared. Castiel cowered in the bathroom, glad he
had locked the door. His father jiggled the handle. "I won't have filth in this
house!”
Castiel hurried to finish changing his pants and underwear. Now he realized why
his mom had given him pads; he couldn’t seem to stop leaking. His mother was
arguing with his father. Castiel opened the door gingerly, stepping into the
hall cautiously, holding his bundle of soiled clothes. His father immediately
noticed him and closed the distance between them in two steps. He was nose to
nose with Castiel, who shrank under his angry gaze.
"I won't have him in this house, Angela. My line is pure. It must be your blood
that is tainted!" Michael whirled to face Angela.
"I told you there was a chance when we married. Please Michael." Castiel's
mother pleaded, grabbing his father's arm.
"You told me about Bartholomew, but I thought he was a distant cousin. I
thought the chance was almost zero. Thank God Gabriel is normal!" Michael
growled.
"It must be someone you don't know about in your family." Angela retorted, her
anger rising. "What does it matter, he's our son!"
"It matters. He goes. Now." Michael glanced at Castiel disdainfully. "Pack your
things." Michael turned away and disappeared into the office, slamming the door
hard. Castiel gaped. His mother guided him into his bedroom.
"Cas, just pack a few clothes, I'm sure your father will change his mind after
he's calmed down. There are medications you can take for your condition..."
Angela was opening Castiel's drawers and blindly grabbing clothes.
"What is my condition?" Castiel asked, completely bewildered and scared. He was
too freaked out to be angry, that would happen later. His mom kept going
through his drawers. Castiel grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. She
was crying freely even as she held the clothes in her arms. "Mom?"
"Oh Cassie....it's...you're...I can’t…" Angela choked on a sob and sat down
heavily on Castiel’s bed. “You are...an omega.” Angela looked at Castiel with
pity and sorrow. Seeing the look on his mother’s face, Castiel couldn’t stop
himself from crying too.
“Mom…I’m so sorry…” Castiel said automatically, not sure what he was
apologizing for. A broken sob escaped his throat and Angela dropped the clothes
and held him close. Castiel didn’t know exactly what an omega was, but he knew
it was a bad thing. At school there had been whispers about students that might
be omegas. One of them, a small slip of a boy who Castiel had never heard speak
and who kept to himself, had just stopped showing up to school one day. There
were rumors that he had been raped and killed.
“It’s not your fault, Cassie.” Angela sniffled. “You were born an omega. We had
no way of knowing- with no history of omegas in our immediate families, we
never gave it a second thought.”
“Why does Dad hate me?” Castiel asked tearfully. “What have I done?”
“He’s scared, Cassie.” Angela stroked Castiel’s hair, something she hadn’t done
since he was a small child. He leaned into her touch.
“Where am I supposed to go?” Castiel asked.
“I know someone who will help you, Castiel.” Angela pulled out her cell phone,
and tapped at the screen. Castiel’s phone pinged a moment later. “His name is
Zachariah. He’s a family friend. Call him.”
“Can’t you take me there, Mom?” Castiel asked.
“I’m sorry, Cassie. He’s not too far, I promise, just downtown. You can take
the 67 bus.” Angela let go of Castiel and started gathering up the clothes. She
found a duffle in the closet and threw the clothes in the bag. She pressed a
wad of bills into Castiel’s hand.
“Mom…please…” Castiel was scared.
“It’ll be ok, Cas. Just go before your father does something stupid. I’ll talk
to him.” Angela kissed Castiel on the cheek.
Castiel shouldered the bag, making sure he put the rest of the pads in his bag.
He was confused and frightened. His mother was already going down the hall to
knock on the door of the office. Castiel went down the stairs. He heard his
parents arguing again.
“I won’t have that omega whore in my house!” Michael shouted.
Castiel fled. It was the last time he saw his parents.
…
Castiel was tired, cold and scared. The number for Zachariah that his mom had
given him had been disconnected. Why hadn’t she called herself before she
pushed Castiel out the door? At least she had given him some money, so he was
able to buy food. Castiel thought about Gabriel, his older brother who was at
college out of state. He wondered if his parents would tell Gabriel what had
happened. Gabriel might help him, but he was so far away, and Castiel didn’t
want to bother him. They had been close when they were younger, but since
Gabriel had left home for school, Castiel had only seen him a handful of times
and almost never talked to him. At any rate, he couldn’t be sure that Gabriel
didn’t feel the same way about omegas as their father.
Castiel had wandered after the bus dropped him off downtown, and had slept the
night shivering on a bench, putting on all the clothes he had packed. He was
still leaking, and he would run out of pads soon. Even worse, he had started
feeling crazy - the only way Castiel could describe it was extremely horny. But
instead of wanting to stick his dick in someone, he wanted someone to stick a
dick inside him. When the alpha found him, he was still trying to sleep. It was
extremely difficult with the pulsing need that ran through his body constantly.
"Crowley." The man said. "You may call me Crowley." He offered his hand to
Castiel, who gripped it like a lifeline.
Crowley shook Castiel’s hand firmly. Castiel was aware of a strong smell that
must be coming from the man. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unlike anything
Castiel had smelled before. It made him feel hungry, but not for food. Castiel
couldn’t quite describe the scent- maybe dark chocolate would be a good
analogy. Castiel didn’t know why the man had stopped and started to talk to
him, and perhaps he should have been more wary, but he was desperate. Crowley
had kind eyes and was dressed expensively, so Castiel decided to trust him.
“Are you hungry?” Crowley smiled, and pulled a packet from his coat. It was a
warm blueberry scone, and Castiel’s mouth watered. “I was going to eat this,
but you need it more than me.” He handed it to Castiel who accepted gratefully.
Castiel sat up and started eating. Crowley sat down beside him and watched him
with amused eyes.
“What’s your name, boy?” Crowley asked after Castiel had eaten half the scone.
Castiel chewed and swallowed. He could use some coffee.
“Castiel.” he answered, and then went back to the scone.
“Lovely.” Crowley commented. He looked Castiel over. “How old are you?”
“Fifteen.” Castiel said, his mouth full of scone. Afterwards, he realized he
probably should have lied and said he was older.
“So young.” Crowley said softly. He poked the duffel bag that sat between them.
“Running away from home?” He raised an eyebrow at Castiel.
“Kicked out.” Castiel shrugged. He reached into the duffel and found a water
bottle. After he drank, he took a good look at Crowley. The man was short, with
dark hair that was receding slightly, and a beard that was peppered with gray.
He had intense, dark eyes, which were probably his most striking feature. He
was in a black wool coat, a black suit and shirt underneath, with a red tie
providing a splash of color to his otherwise monochromatic outfit.
“Ah. Found out you were an omega?” Crowley guessed.
“How did you know?” Castiel asked, feeling exposed. Crowley laughed gently.
“My boy, I could smell you from a block away.” Crowley explained.
“Smell me?” A jolt of fear ran through Castiel. He had no idea he smelled and
how this man could have smelled him from so far away.
“Oh yes. You must be having your first heat.” Crowley said. “It’s good I found
you. I’d hate to think what other…less savory…types might have done.”
“Heat?” Castiel said with bewilderment. “I don’t know what you’re talking
about.”
“Oh, Castiel. You have so much to learn.” Crowley shook his head. “Will you let
me teach you?” Crowley looked directly at Castiel, his eyes gentle and
guileless.
“Why should I trust you?” Castiel said suspiciously. “I just met you.”
“I promise, I will never ever hurt you.” Crowley said soothingly. “Please. You
don’t have anywhere to go, do you?”
Castiel hesitated. He really didn’t have anywhere else to go. He was too angry
and scared to go home, and he didn’t understand anything about what being an
omega entailed. He didn’t even know he had a smell until Crowley mentioned it.
And what was the heat that Crowley had mentioned? Wasn’t that something only
animals had?
“I promise.” Crowley repeated. He grabbed one of Castiel’s hands and placed it
between his two larger hands. Castiel’s hand was ice cold, and Crowley’s were
burning hot. Crowley squeezed gently and rubbed Castiel’s hand to warm it. When
Crowley touched him, Castiel felt a surge of desire which confused him. He
couldn’t be attracted to Crowley- the guy was his father’s age. Maybe it had
something to do with Crowley’s smell, or Castiel’s desperate situation.
Whatever it is, suddenly Castiel felt like he would do anything Crowley wanted.
“O-ok.” Castiel agreed. He felt dazed as Crowley released his hand.
“Come with me, Castiel. I’ll take care of you.” Crowley smiled reassuringly.
And Castiel followed.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Crowley lived in a beautiful townhouse on the outskirts of the city. Castiel
was amazed at the luxury inside the dwelling. His parents lived modestly and
their circle of friends were all of similar means. Crowley was part of another
world; expensive pieces of art adorned the walls of his home and the furniture
was modern and sleek, chrome and leather. The kitchen was full of stainless
steel appliances and marble countertops. On the upper floor were the bedrooms
and a bathroom that was the size of Castiel’s bedroom at home; or rather, what
used to be his home. Crowley showed Castiel into one of the rooms. It was
sparsely but expensively furnished. On the wall above the bed, there was a
painting. Despite its abstract style, Castiel could tell it was of two nude
figures embracing, and he blushed at its implications.
“You can stay here as long as you like, Castiel. This will be your room.”
Crowley said generously. He put Castiel’s duffle on the bed. “I’ll let you get
settled.”
“Thank you, Crowley.” Castiel said gratefully. He was still stunned by his
situation and his luck at Crowley finding him. Crowley nodded and left the
room.
Castiel ran his hand along the smooth duvet that covered the queen size bed.
Castiel wasn’t sure what he would do with all the room; he had always slept in
a twin bed. He took off his shoes and socks, wiggling his toes in the soft
beige carpet. A sleek mahogany dresser stood on one wall, and Castiel looked at
his reflection in the mirror. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and
he had dark shadows under his bloodshot eyes. His lips were chapped, and he
really needed a drink of water. He wondered again about the smell Crowley had
mentioned. He sniffed at his armpit but all he could smell was his usual body
odor, which was intensified by the night on the bench and the lack of a shower.
He realized he really needed to use the bathroom. Grabbing his duffel, he
shuffled down the hall to the bathroom.
The room was covered in mirrors and expensive looking mosaics. The circular
patterns were done in a turquoise color scheme that called to mind tropical
waters. There was a giant tub that could easily fit two people, and a glass
walled cubicle that took up an entire wall, and featured multiple shower heads
and a bench. There was a toilet, and adjacent to it, something that looked like
a smaller toilet but seemed to be a sink. Although it couldn’t be a sink
because there was a lavish bronze-hammered bowl sitting on a counter across
from the toilet-sink which was the actual sink. Castiel would have to ask
Crowley what it was, if he could get over the embarrassment he felt about his
ignorance. And he would definitely have to get over that if he was going to
learn anything about being an omega.
Castiel relieved himself and changed his pad. He was still shocked that there
was fluid coming out of his ass. He wasn’t sure what the purpose was either,
but he had an idea. He really wanted to wash, but he felt weird using the
shower without asking first. Plus he was thirsty and hungry. He changed his
clothes and washed his hands. He grabbed a small towel from the pile that sat
in a basket on top of the marble top counter and used it to wash his face. He
cupped water from the sink and drank. A knock at the door startled Castiel, and
he choked on a mouthful of water. He wiped his chin with the towel. Crowley
pushed the door open halfway. There wasn’t a lock.
“Everything ok, Castiel?” Crowley asked. Castiel nodded. Crowley had taken his
suit jacket off and removed his tie. His black button down shirt was open at
the top and his cuffs were rolled up to his elbows. Castiel saw that Crowley’s
arms were covered with dark hair, and a few curly strands peeked out from the
top of his shirt as well. Castiel briefly imagined how hairy Crowley might be
under the rest of his clothes, and then pushed the thought away. He wasn’t
interested in finding out, was he?
“Yes.” Castiel answered, the bathroom suddenly felt crowded despite its size.
Crowley’s stare was intense; Castiel had to look away.
“Can I draw you a bath?” Crowley asked matter-of-factly.
Castiel blushed. He hadn’t taken an actual bath for years. They didn’t have a
nice tub at home, and he was sure the last time anyone had drawn a bath for him
had been when he was a toddler. Crowley kneeled by the tub and started running
the water, uncapping a couple of bottles and pouring liberally into the stream.
A clean scent with citrus and floral notes drifted into the air. Overlaying it
was Crowley’s scent, which Castiel was starting to find comforting; again, he
felt a twinge, a growing need that bewildered him.
“Go downstairs and eat something, Castiel.” Crowley urged. “It’s all on the
counter. Help yourself. When you come back up, your bath will be ready.”
“Thank you.” Castiel was grateful he didn’t have to wait in the bathroom with
Crowley. He felt confused and anxious around the man. He went downstairs to the
kitchen. On the island counter, there was a tray with a sandwich bread and
various cold cuts, mayo and mustard. Castiel was ravenous and fixed himself two
sandwiches stuffed with ham and cheese. He ate them quickly and greedily. He
grabbed one of the sodas from the counter also, and chugged it. He felt a
little better now that there was something in his stomach. From downstairs, he
could hear the water being shut off. Castiel brushed the crumbs off his shirt
and wiped his mouth on a napkin. He placed his dirty dish in the sink and went
back upstairs.
“Your bath’s ready.” Crowley murmured as Castiel came back into the bathroom.
Crowley walked up to Castiel until they were practically nose to nose. Castiel
felt his heart speed up, trying to anticipate Crowley’s intentions. Crowley
smiled and then reached out and ran his thumb over the corner of Castiel’s
mouth. Castiel nearly jumped at the contact. Crowley showed him the mustard on
his hand and then sucked it in his mouth. Castiel gaped. He felt his desire
spike, which made him extremely confused. He was sexually inexperienced, but he
had seen plenty of pornography and knew his own body well. He was attracted to
women; he could acknowledge when a male body was aesthetically pleasing, but he
had never found himself interested. Crowley hardly fit the typical definition
of attractive, but yet there was something about the man that Castiel found
extremely compelling. You’re just feeling grateful. Castiel tried to convince
himself. But being grateful had never given him a boner before. To his
mortification, Castiel felt a gush of fluid in his pants as he became aroused.
“Aren’t you getting in?” Crowley asked. He tugged at the edge of Castiel’s
shirt, and Castiel found himself letting Crowley pull his shirt upwards, and
lifted his arms helpfully. He felt like he was trapped, that Crowley had him
hypnotized and he would do anything that Crowley asked of him. Crowley removed
Castiel’s shirt and then touched the button on Castiel’s jeans. He looked at
Castiel who was blushing, thinking of what Crowley would find inside his pants.
“Is this ok?” Crowley asked gently. Castiel could only nod. Crowley thumbed
Castiel’s button open and pulled the zipper down. He tugged Castiel’s jeans
down and Castiel stepped out of them. Crowley looked appraisingly at Castiel’s
briefs. Castiel looked down, blushing furiously. Crowley placed his hand on
Castiel’s erection and squeezed. Castiel groaned, and felt another gush of
liquid. It was the first time anyone had touched him. “Larger than usual, I
see.” Crowley said under his breath. Castiel looked up at him and met Crowley’s
dark gaze. Crowley leaned in and kissed Castiel, who gasped against Crowley’s
mouth. Crowley tasted amazing to Castiel. But before Castiel got another taste,
Crowley had moved away. He dragged Castiel’s underwear down, and Castiel’s hard
cock sprang free. The pad in his briefs was soaked through, and the back of his
underwear was wet. Castiel quickly kicked them away, blushing hard again.
“Don’t be embarrassed, love.” Crowley soothed. “It’s natural. It’s beautiful.”
He grabbed Castiel’s chin, pressing his thumb into the cleft. He kissed Castiel
again, longer and more intense this time, his tongue pressing insistently
against Castiel’s. Castiel groaned again, and he felt himself dripping down his
leg onto the tiled floor.
“Gorgeous.” Crowley murmured against Castiel’s lips. He pressed one hand in the
small of Castiel’s back, pulling him flush against himself. Castiel whimpered
as his cock brushed against the smooth fabric of Crowley’s pants. With his
other hand he reached behind and plunged his fingers into Castiel’s opening.
“Oh!” Castiel cried out. He felt his whole body thrill with pleasure as Crowley
started thrusting his fingers in and out of Castiel’s wet hole. He pressed back
onto Crowley’s fingers, fucking himself on them shamelessly.
“That’s a good little slut, Castiel.” Crowley praised, adding another finger
and continuing to pound his hand into Castiel’s ass. Castiel braced himself
against Crowley, his palms pressing against Crowley’s solid chest. He was
mewling and rutting his cock against the front of Crowley’s pants while he
continued to push back against Crowley’s hand. Crowley pulled his fingers out,
making Castiel whimper. He looked directly at Castiel and placed his wet
fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. Castiel closed his eyes
and shuddered with need.
“You taste so good, my pet.” Crowley growled. “And I need more than a taste.”
Crowley spun Castiel around and pushed him against the sink counter. Castiel
yelped at the cold marble against his stomach. Crowley spread Castiel’s legs
wide and then crouched down to spread his cheeks wide. Castiel heard Crowley
exclaim under his breath as he examined Castiel. The next moment he nearly
jumped when Crowley touched his tongue against his opening. Crowley pressed his
tongue inside, drawing a loud moan from Castiel. Castiel wished he could see
Crowley but he merely stared at his reflection in the mirror, his expression
completely wanton and wrecked. He didn’t recognize this moaning and writhing
boy who was pushing his ass back against someone who had been a stranger just a
few hours ago. The wet sounds were driving him crazy; Crowley was lapping and
sucking up the fluids up that continued to drip out of him, but still more went
down Castiel’s leg and onto the floor. Castiel felt his orgasm starting to
build as Crowley continued to eat him, but suddenly Crowley moved his mouth
away.
“Please…” Castiel whined. Crowley stood up behind Castiel in the mirror,
pressing his clothed body against Castiel’s back. He rested his chin on
Castiel’s shoulder and met his eyes in the reflection. Crowley’s mouth and lips
were slick, and his beard was wet. He darted his tongue out to swipe his lips,
and Castiel groaned, knowing that Crowley’s face was covered in his slick.
“Please what?” Crowley teased. Castiel could feel Crowley’s erection pressing
against his ass. It felt massive. Castiel squirmed against Crowley. “Mmmm. My
little slut. My darling boy.”
“Please…please..” Castiel whimpered. Despite everything they had done already,
he felt embarrassed about saying the words out loud. “Please…”
“Mmmhmm. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, Castiel.” Crowley nuzzled
Castiel’s neck, inhaling deeply. Castiel whined, wiggling his ass against
Crowley’s rigid cock.
“Please…fuck me…” Castiel said quietly.
“What? I can’t hear you, Castiel. What does my little whore desire?” Crowley
growled, even though Castiel knew that he had heard him.
“Please, fuck me!” Castiel said louder. Crowley shook his head.
“Again.” Crowley prompted.
“Fuck me! Please!” Castiel begged, tears practically in his eyes.
“Please…please…please, Daddy!” The word had popped out, an inspired addition;
Castiel had seen too much porn. But once he used it, it felt so right, and
seeing Crowley’s reaction, it had been the perfect thing to say. Castiel felt
triumph as he watched Crowley groan and close his eyes, pressing his cock
against Castiel’s ass.
“Who taught you how to talk dirty, you naughty boy.” Crowley rasped into
Castiel’s ear. He nipped Castiel’s ear, cause the younger man to yelp. “You
want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Please!” Castiel sobbed. “Please Daddy!”
Crowley’s lip curled as he stepped back from Castiel, leisurely undressing
himself while Castiel watched him in the mirror. Castiel gasped at the sight of
Crowley’s cock. Another flood of slick fluid swept out from between his legs.
Crowley’s length and girth could definitely rival that of a porn star’s cock.
Castiel couldn’t wait to have it inside him. He was so ready. Crowley growled
and pressed himself against Castiel’s back. Castiel closed his eyes at the feel
of the hot, rigid length against his ass. Crowley put his hand at Castiel’s
throat, and Castiel froze for a moment, but Crowley merely stroked it and then
moved his hand lower, pressing it against his chest, following the fine trail
of hair down to Castiel’s groin. He stopped short of touching Castiel’s cock,
making the omega whimper. Instead, he moved his palm upward and pressed his
palm against Castiel’s stomach, pulling Castiel back so he was bent over.
“Ready?” Crowley grunted.
“Yes Daddy! Please…” Castiel pleaded. His expression was anguished as he met
Crowley’s dark eyes in the mirror. Crowley nodded, and then Castiel felt the
head of Crowley’s cock pressing insistently against his opening. Despite all
the lubrication and finger fucking, Castiel felt like he would have trouble
accommodating Crowley. Crowley was gentle, and moved slowly, easing himself in
a little bit at a time. Castiel was impatient though; he lifted his hips to
take in more of Crowley’s cock.
“Castiel, you naughty thing.” Crowley praised. He pushed in further, not as
slowly. Castiel groaned at the burn and stretch. He had never knew how much he
needed to be filled this way until now.
“More please, Daddy.” Castiel lifted his hips again. Crowley pulled away a
little, teasing him. He smiled at Castiel in the mirror.
“Behave, pet. Or I won’t help you.” Crowley threatened, half serious. Castiel
stayed still, and then Crowley started moving again, pushing deeper. Castiel
moaned wantonly. And then Crowley snapped his hips forward and he was fully
seated inside Castiel.
“Daddy!” Castiel cried out. Castiel had felt himself dripping even more as he
took in Crowley’s massive cock. There must have been a puddle of his fluids on
the floor. His cock dribbled with precum, bumping against the cold counter as
Crowley started to thrust into him. Castiel mewled as Crowley kept a steady
pace, keeping his eyes locked with Castiel’s in the mirror. He found himself
tilting his head to expose his neck. Castiel really wanted Crowley to kiss his
neck, to suck and bite it. But Crowley just kept fucking Castiel, ignoring
Castiel’s pale and vulnerable throat. He still had his hand on Castiel’s
stomach, not moving it any closer to Castiel’s leaking cock. His other hand
pressed hard into Castiel’s shoulder. Castiel whined with frustration and
straightened his neck. Crowley smirked. He kissed Castiel’s back as a
compromise.
“Castiel, you are such a lovely boy. Such a lovely, lovely cockslut.” Crowley
punctuated each word with a deep thrust, and Castiel cried out each time
Crowley hit his walls. Castiel felt Crowley’s teeth graze his back now, his
face hidden as he licked at Castiel’s skin. He pulled away abruptly and gazed
at Castiel in the mirror. He continued to move at a steady rhythm. “Castiel.
You know I can go for a long, long time. But I want you to come.”
“You don’t have to stop…I want it, Daddy.” Castiel protested as Crowley
continued to fuck him. Crowley glared at him in the mirror, and then reached
down to tug at Castiel’s cock. Castiel gasped as Crowley’s rough hand wrapped
around his length. He was ready to come after a few strokes.
“Daddy..Daddy…Oh! Ohhhh!” Castiel closed his eyes and bucked into Crowley’s
hand, shooting his cum all over Crowley’s fingers and the bathroom counter. As
he continued to come, he clenched around Crowley’s cock, the sensation of being
filled intensifying his pleasure. He opened his eyes and saw that Crowley was
breathing raggedly, his composure barely intact, watching Castiel’s face with
hunger. Castiel slowed his movements, realizing that Crowley had stopped
fucking him when he came.
“Oh, Castiel…” Crowley murmured, dropping his hand from Castiel’s cock. “You
will make someone, so, so, happy…”
“But I want to make you happy, Daddy…don’t you want to fill me up with your
cum?” Castiel asked with confusion, his wide eyes meeting Crowley’s in the
mirror. He was dazed and wrung out from his orgasm, but he was still craving
Crowley’s cock.
“I can’t, Castiel.” Crowley said flatly. “Don’t tempt me.” He gave Castiel a
warning look, which silenced any questions. Then without warning, he stepped
away from Castiel, sliding his still hard cock out of Castiel. A flood of slick
splattered on the floor, and Castiel blushed. Crowley groaned at the mess of
fluid. “So fucking wet. I wish I could make you mine.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. Why won’t you fill me up?” Castiel looked over his shoulder
at Crowley, still bent over the sink counter, his ass in the air and his legs
spread, his wetness smeared on his thighs. Crowley sucked in a breath at the
sight, and grabbed his own cock which was still shiny with Castiel’s slick.
“No, Castiel.” Crowley growled. “Turn around and come kneel before me.” He
pumped himself with his hand groaning loudly. Castiel turned to face him and
then knelt in front of him so his face was level with Crowley’s cock. Castiel
licked his lips and looked up at Crowley, awaiting instruction. He didn’t think
about why he obeyed so readily. Crowley looked down at Castiel, his face
anguished as he tugged at his massive cock.
“I know you want to suck me, I see it in your eyes.” Crowley grunted. “But I
just want to look at you and come all over that pretty face.” Castiel closed
his eyes and groaned. He felt desire surge again, and more slick leaking out of
his hole. Crowley was panting and gasping as he continued to stroke himself. He
grabbed Castiel’s head and pushed it closer, and then he was rubbing his cock
against Castiel’s lips, Castiel opened his mouth and let his tongue dart out
but Crowley pulled away, shaking his head. “Behave, Castiel.”
Castiel whined but closed his mouth, letting Crowley rub his cock all over
Castiel’s face, painting his cheeks with his own slick and Crowley’s precum.
Crowley moved his cock away and started increasing his pace, jerking himself
rapidly, his breath hitching. Castiel looked at Crowley’s face and then at
Crowley’s cock, watching him teeter on the edge of his orgasm.
“Fuck!” Crowley shouted, and then he was coming all over Castiel’s face, his
hot cum spurting all over Castiel’s lips, cheeks, chin. Castiel automatically
started to lick it off his lips. Castiel watched as Crowley thrust into his own
hand, his expression anguished and undone as he continued to shoot his load
onto Castiel. By the time he was done, Castiel had cum in his hair and
eyelashes, on his nose, and dribbling down his neck. Castiel had never seen so
much cum, not even in the porn he watched. Crowley took a deep breath and let
go of his cock, looking Castiel over.
“What a sight you are, pet.” Crowley murmured, admiring his work. Castiel
continued to lick and swallow Crowley’s cum, using his hands to swipe it off
his cheeks. He sucked greedily on his fingers. Crowley’s cum tasted delicious
to him; not just salty, but also sweet and spicy. “Oh God how I wish I could
keep you.”
“Keep me, Daddy.” Castiel said, licking his palm and watching the effect it had
on Crowley. Castiel could swear Crowley was getting hard again.
“No, Castiel. As much as I like to, I’m not taking advantage of you.” Crowley
repeated. Castiel looked hurt and confused. “It’s not your fault, Castiel. I’ll
explain.”
Now get in the bath. We need to clean you off.”
…
Castiel was sitting in the kitchen with Crowley, eating a bowl of pasta at the
island in the center of the kitchen. Crowley had offered him a glass of wine
but he had declined. He also made Castiel swallow a pill, which Castiel eyed
suspiciously, but Crowley said he would explain in due time.
“So Castiel,” Crowley sat down across form Castiel. “We should talk.”
“I know.” Castiel said with a mouthful of pasta.
“You need to know what it means to be an omega. To take care of yourself,
protect yourself from…alphas.”
“Alphas?” Castiel asked, swallowing and taking a sip of water.
“I’m an alpha.” Crowley stated. “And I’m one of the nice ones.”
Crowley stood up and walked around the counter to stand close to Castiel. He
put a hand on Castiel’s cheek, making him turn and look up at him. Castiel
closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He felt his desire spiking again as
Crowley’s scent engulfed him. Crowley sighed and removed his hand.
“You have so much to learn, my pet.” Crowley murmured. “And Daddy will take
care of you.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Castiel had been with Crowley for nearly a month now. He was grateful for
everything Crowley had done for him, but now he was restless as he felt his
heat coming on again. Crowley had helped him through his first heat, mostly
with toys after the first time; he didn’t use his cock again, refusing
Castiel’s desperate pleas. His excuse was that he didn’t want to be tempted to
knot and mark Castiel and make him his mate. Now Castiel was determined to
seduce Crowley during his second heat. Early one morning, he crawled into
Crowley’s bed and slid himself onto the alpha’s cock before Crowley knew what
was happening.
“Castiel!” Crowley groaned as he woke abruptly. “Fucking Christ.”
Castiel smirked as Crowley clutched his hips, making a show of trying to
dislodge Castiel. But then he was pushing Castiel downward and thrusting
upward, burying himself deep and making them both moan with pleasure. Castiel
rode Crowley’s cock eagerly, pressing his palms on the alpha’s chest as he
snapped his hips forward. He felt triumphant as Crowley reached up and pulled
him close. The alpha kissed him hard, and then rolled them both over. Castiel
gasped as Crowley pushed one of his legs upwards and hooked it over his
shoulder, and started pounding him hard.
“Daddy!” Castiel cried out as Crowley slammed into him over and over. Castiel
was already ready to come, the friction of Crowley’s stomach on his cock as the
alpha pushed into him was enough to get him there.
“Come for me, you little slut.” Crowley grunted into Castiel’s ear.
Castiel obeyed immediately, bucking upwards even as Crowley continued to fuck
him. Castiel’s eyes rolled back in his head and he was lost to the pleasure
sparking all through his body. He came hard, his cum smearing all over their
stomachs.
“Good boy.” Crowley panted, still pushing into Castiel roughly. Castiel felt
the base of Crowley’s cock swelling, and whimpered, feeling himself being
spread even wider.
“Knot me, Daddy!” Castiel begged. “Please Daddy, I’ve been so good…” Castiel
let tears flood his eyes, and bit his lip. He knew exactly what he was doing to
the alpha.
“No, pet.” Crowley gritted, but it was too late. He tried to pull out but his
knot kept him inside Castiel. He glared at Castiel and stopped moving.
“It feels so good, Daddy.” Castiel purred, wriggling under Crowley,
experimentally trying to pull away from him.
“Castiel. What have you done, you naughty boy.” Crowley growled. He started to
thrust into Castiel again and the omega moaned at the feel of the alpha’s knot.
“Fill me up, Daddy.” Castiel whined, reveling in the full feeling. He felt his
own cock stirring again.
“You don’t know what you ask of me, Castiel.” Crowley gasped.
The alpha lifted Castiel’s other leg over his shoulder, and let his body push
Castiel down so the omega’s knees were against his chest. He surged forward,
moving even faster and harder into Castiel. Castiel mewled as he felt Crowley
pounding his prostate.
“I’m going to come again, Daddy.” Castiel whimpered.
“Come. Come for Daddy.” Crowley ordered.
Castiel shouted as he came again, his legs buckling as he threw his head back
and spasmed around Crowley’s cock. The sight of the omega undone and the feel
of his ass clenching around him was enough to send Crowley over too. The alpha
roared as he came, thrusting so hard that Castiel’s head thumped against the
headboard over and over again. Castiel turned his head, exposing his neck, but
Crowley ignored it.
“You are very, very bad, Castiel.” Crowley panted, his movements slowing as he
finished emptying himself into the omega. “I will have to punish you.” The look
on his face was tender though, so Castiel knew he wasn’t very angry.
“Nothing you can do right now, Daddy.” Castiel said drowsily.
Crowley snorted. “You’re a cheeky little bastard.” He gently unhooked Castiel’s
legs, and then rolled them so Castiel lay on top of Crowley. They would be
joined for hours. “Now sleep.”
***** Epilogue *****
It had been months since Castiel had left Crowley. Castiel stayed through a
couple more heat cycles with Crowley, but he got tired the alpha’s refusals to
make him his mate. Every time they fucked, Castiel presented his neck, but
Crowley ignored it. When the day came where Castiel told Crowley he was
leaving, the alpha looked resigned. He had actually been surprised that the
omega had stayed as long as he had. They had left on good terms, and Crowley
had pressed a ton of cash on Castiel and even offered to help him find a job
and his own place. Castiel couldn’t refuse the cash but insisted that he would
be fine without Crowley’s aid. Crowley accepted Castiel’s decision with grace,
but made sure that Castiel had a supply of birth control. Castiel found a cheap
apartment in the city easily, but didn’t have much luck finding a job. Omegas
weren’t very employable – they were thought of as third class citizens,
liabilities and distractions in workplaces that would inevitably be run by
alphas. So Castiel started trolling coffee shops, bookstores and other places,
looking for alphas. He targeted older, rich looking types that reminded him of
Crowley, playing the damsel in distress to attract them. He wasn’t looking for
a mate, but for someone to fuck him and pay him for it. He never brought them
back to his place or gave his full information. He never stayed overnight, and
always took his payment up front. He kept his papers on him that showed him he
was clean and free of diseases.
Inevitably, Castiel gained a reputation, and his cell phone started blowing up
with needy and lonely alphas who just wanted a quick fuck. Eventually, one of
his repeat clients offered him a position at his escort service. The client
owned the company but didn’t run it directly; it was considered work that was
below an alpha. Castiel took the business card but didn’t call right away. He
knew he was a whore, but something about making it official made him ashamed.
He had convinced himself he was playing all these rich alphas and taking their
money. But the offer was tempting; he couldn’t deny that it would be safer than
what he was doing as well as provide a steadier stream of income. The owner had
assured him that the place was secure and screened their customers. Castiel sat
on the decision for a few days before he accepted. When he ended the call, he
sat on his bed, feeling defeated. He thought of his parents, who he would
probably never see again.
His father’s words parting words had finally come true.
Omega whore.
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