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“Castiel, could you pass me the sugar please?” Michael asked, sweet and pleasant and so unlike many of the gruff, aggressive alphas Castiel knew were out in the world.
The omega nodded and handed him the sugar bowl. Michael offered him a charming smile and Castiel’s heart skipped a beat at that handsome face. It was nice to know after their eight years of mating, he still found his alpha as attractive as when he met him in University at nineteen.
Michael was six years older than him. He was Castiel’s professor at the University and graduation day hadn’t come quick enough for the omega. Castiel had been in his second year when he’d met the tall, dark-haired, chocolate-eyed law professor and he’d fallen in love with the alpha’s passion for teaching and his cool and collected demeanour whilst explaining the intricacies of the law.
Technically, Castiel was a forensic scientist; that’s the course he’d earned his degree in, but guest speakers often visited to explain certain aspects of the law and Michael just so happened to be one of those frequent speakers. They’d flirted and had coffee all under the guise of Castiel needing extra help with his studies and once the omega had graduated, Michael had taken him on a real date and that same night, gently kissed him and Castiel had felt sparks.
The next date saw them both in Michael’s home, engrossed in a movie whilst cuddling on the couch and that evening, the alpha had knotted him slow and deep and Castiel knew he’d fallen hard for the intelligent law professor with a soft voice and a shy smile.
They waited another six months before mating and Castiel knew how lucky he was to have such a tender alpha and a well-paid job at such a young age. It was the first time he’d been happy since losing his parents.
Armed robbery. That’s the whole reason he’d wanted to be part of the police force. He hated criminals with a passion. Murderers, rapists and robbers all deserved punishment and he wanted to be the one to catch them.
Michael had been proud of him; praised him and encouraged him to follow his dreams to work his way to the top and Castiel had done just that, even working his way past Michael’s pay grade in just four years. All his co-workers and superiors had been impressed.
Then Michael started getting snappy with him.
Just little things at first; “You forgot to empty the dishwasher again.” “I thought I told you to stop buying that type of soap?” “You never listen to me. Why do you never listen to me? I’d be better off talking to a wall.”
Castiel had passed these comments off as lover’s spats. Everyone had them. Every couple argued and he and Michael were no different. They both argued with each other and then after a couple of hours, they apologised and made up.
But then, the comments started to become more frequent; the grudges and periods of stubborn silence lasting for a whole day, sometimes even two and often, Castiel didn’t even know what he’d done wrong.
The comments soon began to change to accusations.
“You’re late. Again. Do you not want to be with me?” “Why are you so forgetful? Are you deliberately attempting to irritate me?” “Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my colleagues?”
Castiel protested these accusations and their arguing morphed into yelling. They said their piece and then everything returned to normal and they were the same loving couple they’d always been, just with the occasional heated argument.
Over the next year, the nature of their arguments changed again. Accusations turned into insults, arguments into threats. The yelling grew louder to the point where neighbours had knocked on the door to check up on them. Cups and glasses shattered against walls and floors.
“Who are you screwing? There must be someone because nobody works that much!” “I swear, if I find out you’re whoring yourself out to that partner of yours… what was his name? Balthazar? I’ve seen the way you look at him!” “I don’t know why I mated such a young and stupid omega. You can’t do anything right, can you?” “You ever humiliate me like that again, Castiel, I’ll make you leave. This is my house, don’t ever forget that.”
The first time Michael hit him, they were both shocked.
They’d been arguing about Castiel’s co-worker, Balthazar. The cheery alpha was overly friendly; he liked to pat people on the back and hug them or shake their hands and pull them in for the traditional French greeting of a kiss on each cheek. Considering the alpha originated from France, this was to be expected and he greeted everyone in the same way, whether they were omega, beta or alpha. Castiel and his co-workers were accustomed to it.
Michael was not. He spotted Balthazar kissing Castiel on the cheek and to say he was furious was an understatement. Michael was livid and he had demanded Castiel told him the truth about the nature of their relationship. Castiel had explained Balthazar’s background, but Michael accused him of lying.
“Am I not good enough for you, is that it?” Michael hissed. They were both standing in the kitchen. Michael had cornered him, refusing to let him leave and Castiel was growing agitated.
“He’s my co-worker! He’s European; French! It’s a traditional greeting!”
“Of course it is,” seethed Michael. “Do you suck his knot too? Is that a traditional French greeting?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes. “I’m appalled you have so little faith in me.”
“I’m disgusted you’re so faithless,” countered Michael and Castiel crossed his arms in the picture of annoyance.
“If you have so little trust in me, why don’t you leave?” He snapped and Michael snarled.
“This is my house. You came to live with me.”
“We both pay the bills.”
“Then go and live with Balthazar!” Yelled Michael. “I’m sure he won’t make you pay the bills!”
“I chose you, didn’t I?” Hissed Castiel. “Or did I make a mistake?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Maybe I should’ve chosen Balthazar,” snapped Castiel. “At least he doesn’t think with his knot instead of his brain!”
Castiel staggered backwards, eyes wide and cheek stinging. He placed his hand over it to soothe the pain and his lips parted in shock as he stared at Michael, not fully understanding what had just happened.
Michael gaped at him in horror, whole body frozen and eyes round. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
“Castiel… I…” Michael stuttered, voice barely above a whisper and Castiel only noticed he was crying when he felt the tear rolling down his uninjured cheek.
Michael pulled him into a hug, the alpha’s own eyes glazing over with unshed tears and Castiel heard himself sobbing into the alpha’s shoulder as Michael breathed apologies and words of comfort into his ear.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry, Castiel. I’m so, so sorry. I never want to hurt you. You mean everything to me. I believe you. I know you’re faithful. Please forgive me.”
They made up that night and Michael worshipped Castiel’s body in bed, so the omega never thought anything of it. It had been an accident and Michael had promised he would never do it again.
He broke that promise precisely four and a half months later.
Everything had been going well. They hadn’t argued for weeks and they were both happy and in love. But one night, in bed, Castiel had hit the peak of his heat. There was intense agony between his legs and he knew there was no way he’d get to sleep if he didn’t give in to his urges, so he peppered kisses over his tired mate’s neck and smoothed a hand down his front in hopes of making him aroused.
Michael had frowned and pushed him away.
“Not tonight.” He sounded exhausted from both work and catering to Castiel’s heat all the previous week and Castiel immediately felt guilty and tried to settle down again. The pain wouldn’t simmer down though and he was restless.
“It hurts,” whispered Castiel apologetically and when Michael didn’t answer, Castiel reluctantly placed a hand over his arms, gently shaking him.
“Michael, it hurts,” he pleaded again and the alpha groaned quietly.
“I’m exhausted. Can’t you wait until morning?”
The omega made a sound of apology. “I’m at peak. You don’t have to do anything, let me just ride you.”
Michael scowled, back still turned to him. “Can’t you use a toy?”
“It’s not the same. It doesn’t help. I need my mate.” Castiel shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I need you, Michael. Please? Just a quick one?”
Michael grumbled and pulled the covers tighter to his chin. “Just use a toy.”
Due to the influence of his hormones, Castiel’s logic and patience were running quite thin. He scowled petulantly.
“I always help you through a rut. Even when I’m exhausted.”
Michael stilled. “Oh, so I’m the bad guy now? I won’t give you sex so I’m a terrible mate?”
Castiel’s mouth drew into a thin line. “You know how much pain I’m in. You know what it feels like when you’re at the peak of a rut. I need you.”
Michael sat upright and glared at him in the darkness.
“I’m tired, Castiel. I’ve done nothing but satisfy you this past week. Give me a break. I can’t keep going like this.”
“I keep going for you,” huffed Castiel. “I hate seeing you in pain so I always help you, no matter how tired I am.”
“Are you accusing me of not caring about you being in pain?” Asked Michael, irritably. “Do you honestly think I like seeing you in agony?”
“Then help me,” said Castiel stubbornly and Michael narrowed his eyes.
“Use a toy.” With that he settled back down and rolled over again.
Castiel’s mouth drew into a thin line. “Fine,” he muttered before fetching a thick, plastic knot.
He lay back on the bed and grimaced as he worked himself open.
Sex during heat or rut was rarely pleasurable. It was more of a necessity and an instinct to fill or be filled and it was often quite painful for alphas and omegas and their partners. It was a period of emotional and physical exhaustion and alphas and omegas often couldn’t think logically when they were under the influences of their biology. Both genders were thankful they only had two every year, both lasting two weeks each.
The toy was hard and cold and with no warm body wrapped around him, Castiel didn’t have any comfort. He wanted to bury his nose into Michael’s neck and scent him to ease his suffering, but the toy was as good as he was going to get at the moment.
As predicted, it didn’t help. The burning of his heat didn’t lessen and now he was beginning to ache because the toy was uncomfortable and unpliant.
With a wince he tossed the toy to the floor. That hadn’t helped at all.
“Michael,” he whimpered softly and the alpha huffed.
“No.”
“Please, it hurts,” he begged and Michael flopped onto his back.
“Go to sleep, Castiel.”
“I can’t!” The omega finally exploded. “I can’t because I’m in agony and if you truly cared, you would do something about it!”
A burst of fresh agony flourished between his legs. It wasn’t like the burning ache of his heat though; more like someone had just taken a hammer to his cervix. He doubled over with a groan as Michael growled softly.
“Go to sleep,” he snapped before rolling over and for a long time, Castiel just stared at his back, processing what had happened.
Michael had kneed him between his legs.
He blinked at the realisation, unable to speak and after ten minutes, he rolled onto his side, facing away from his mate, and closed his eyes. His clitoris throbbed.
The next morning, Michael offered him a weak apology before going to work.
“Sorry about last night. I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise,” he said before downing his coffee and Castiel merely stared at him as he walked out of the house.
After that, things between them grew worse. Their yelling escalated into full-on shouting matches. Michael began to push Castiel during their fights and Castiel eventually lost his patience and pushed back. One day, Michael shoved him into the coffee table and a glass shattered under Castiel’s hand. They spent the rest of the afternoon picking glass out of the carpet and Castiel’s fingers.
In their fifth year of mating, they were arguing over the pettiest of things.
“Why do you never put your cups in the dishwasher?” Snapped Castiel. “You always leave them on the side for me to clear up.”
“It’s not like you do anything else around this house,” hissed Michael. “You never fold your clothes correctly; I always have to fix them for you.”
Other times, they would go for days without speaking to one another.
Sometimes, Michael’s shoving would develop into small hits or slaps. These were the times Castiel would fall silent, bowing his head slightly or slinking away with his gaze low as Michael’s alpha pheromones overwhelmed his omega biology with fury and displeasure. Castiel cursed his biology for making him submit.
One day though, Castiel ignored his biology and fought back.
“You’re late again,” growled Michael. “Where have you been?”
“Working,” snapped Castiel, not in the mood for another argument.
“Who with?”
“None of your business.”
“You spreading your legs for someone? Is that it?”
“Why? Worried you can’t satisfy me anymore?” Castiel bit out, unusually aggravated. Michael’s pheromones were stronger than usual; was he starting a rut?
Michael shoved his chest and Castiel caught a whiff of musk combined with Michael’s usual clean pine and nutmeg scent. Michael was clearly starting a rut.
“Bitch,” Michael snarled. “Whose knot are you sucking?”
“No one’s,” snapped Castiel. “Especially not yours. So you can go use a toy for your rut until you learn to stop being so distrusting.”
“You’re my omega,” growled Michael. “Not those alphas’ from work. And I’ll learn to stop being so distrusting when you start coming home before ten.”
“It’s not like I have anything to come home for!” Hissed Castiel and Michael snarled at him in a particularly alpha-like manner and shoved at him again. Castiel shoved back.
“Don’t shove me,” seethed Castiel. Michael narrowed his eyes and grabbed his wrist.
“I need you now.”
“No,” grated out Castiel. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
“Tired from servicing all those alphas at work?” Challenged Michael, yanking Castiel back to him when the omega tried to leave.
“Tired of you!” Snapped Castiel. “Let go!”
“No,” snarled Michael, grabbing his other wrist and pinning him to a wall. “It hurts and I need you.”
“Go use a toy!”
“No! I have a mate. I’m not using a toy.”
Castiel shoved him away. “Get off me, knothead!”
The omega stumbled to the right as Michael’s palm made contact with his cheek. Castiel rubbed his cheek with a grimace and grunted when Michael trapped him against the wall again.
“Do as you’re told, omega,” hissed Michael and Castiel’s instincts screamed at him to submit; to tend to his alpha’s needs; satisfy him and be a good omega.
Castiel’s brain told him to kick the alpha between the legs.
Castiel listened to his brain.
Michael doubled over with a groan and Castiel sidestepped him and stormed up to their room. He ripped his clothes off and changed into his nightwear before slinking into bed, muttering angrily to himself as he turned off the light.
A few minutes later, the light snapped back on and Castiel yelped as Michael drove his fist into his face, spewing aggressive alpha pheromones.
Confused and dazed, Castiel tried to shield his face but Michael rumbled threateningly and dug his nails into the omega’s soft belly. Castiel whimpered and tried to push his mate away, but the alpha punched his mouth and temper flaring, Castiel slammed his knuckles into Michael’s jaw.
Stunned, Michael did nothing as Castiel smashed his fist into his face again and threw the alpha off him before storming out of bed. Michael was quick to right himself though. He leapt out of bed and shoved Castiel into the wall and soon, the pair were struggling for the upper hand, kicking and punching and scrabbling at each other’s bodies until Michael crushed their mouths together.
He bit at Castiel’s lips, claiming his mouth possessively and the omega growled and kissed back just as fiercely, trying to prove the point that he wouldn’t just submit as they fought for dominance. Michael fumbled with his clothes and Castiel clamped down on his bottom lip, drawing blood. The alpha hissed and slammed the omega’s back into the wall harshly, yanking his underwear down. They struggled for a few moments, cursing under their breaths as they clawed at each other’s bodies, but it wasn’t long before Michael managed to spin Castiel around and press his face into the wall by sheer brute force.
Cas bit out a heated curse as the alpha took him. Michael wrapped his arms around the omega’s waist possessively, keeping him still as he drove into him, growling and panting as he tried to rid himself of pain. He sunk his teeth into the mating mark between Castiel’s neck and shoulder and the omega hissed at the new claim.
Neither of them spoke again and when Michael was finally finished, the pain subsiding, he left Castiel panting against the wall and clambered into bed, switching the light off as he did so.
Castiel slipped into bed when he was sure the alpha was asleep and he glared daggers into his back when he spotted the splotches of blood on the clean, white sheets. He rolled to face the opposite wall and only realised he was crying when he tasted salt.
They didn’t speak for two weeks; the only contact they had with each other being late in the evening when Michael needed Castiel to get through his rut. They never saw each other all day, but when they retired to bed, Michael would force Castiel onto his front and knot him from behind like a dog, wait for his knot to go down before rolling away to sleep. There were no sensual kisses or tender touches; just a rough knot, a pointed mating bite and sleep.
After two weeks, Castiel felt numb.
He wondered if he was depressed; he felt used and worthless and he realised the love he’d originally felt for Michael had faded to nothing. He no longer wanted to return home from work to his mate and he didn’t want to see him anymore.
Once Michael’s rut was over, he took to sleeping in the spare room. He spent more time at work and thus, more arguments occurred more frequently between him and Michael. He started going out to bars more on a night and when he got home, Michael was rough with him; sometimes yelling at him, sometimes hitting him and sometimes tearing his clothes off and knotting him over whatever surface was available to prove a point. He would call him degrading names like ‘useless bitch’ and ‘worthless slut’ and ‘stupid whore’ and Castiel was often too numb or drunk to care. Sometimes they would fight; go at each other with tooth and nail until they were both exhausted and sore and bleeding. Michael looked upon him with disgust now, sneering insults at him on a daily basis and Castiel ignored him.
In their sixth year of mating, everything changed.
Michael was suddenly more patient with him, talking to him softly and complimenting him when he did something right. He told him how proud he was of Castiel; how much he loved him and was sorry for everything he’d done. He cooked him breakfast in bed and helped him with chores. He kissed him sweetly and touched him as if he was something special to be cherished and adored.
Castiel had whiplash from it all. It was as though they were in their first year of mating again; young and naïve and in love.
They rarely argued. They never threw punches. It was rare Michael raised his voice, even when Castiel was raising his. The omega kept waiting for the explosion of anger to come, but it never did.
Slowly but surely, Castiel began to trust Michael again.
Six months in, Castiel cuddled into Michael on the couch, the pair watching some sort of documentary the alpha was interested in. He nuzzled Michael’s neck and placed a kiss against his jaw when the alpha held him closer.
“I was wondering if you wanted to invite your friends over on Saturday?” Asked Michael softly. “Have a little party or something similar.”
Castiel cocked his head to one side. “Why? There’s nothing special coming up.”
Michael smiled in amusement and kissed his mate’s forehead.
“Why not? You never have your friends over. I thought it would be nice for you to spend some time with them and for me to get to know them.”
Castiel perked up at the idea. “You’d be okay with that?”
Michael chuckled softly and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Of course, darling. I’ll get all the food tomorrow when you’re at work.”
Michael smelled like a happy alpha and Castiel’s omega basked in it with joy. He snuggled into the alpha with a grin and Michael smoothed a hand down his side.
The party was a success and Castiel had fun. He pushed Michael into bed that night and rewarded him for being such a good alpha and Michael laughed and kissed him passionately.
This cycle continued for a few weeks; Michael would treat Castiel to movie-dates, expensive meals at restaurants, weekends out, evening walks in the park… anything romantic, Michael would do it for Castiel, without asking for anything in return.
Castiel was so honoured by this behaviour that he started wanting to make Michael feel as good as he made him feel. He did the chores and made their meals and tried to let the alpha know how much he loved him. He wanted to see his alpha’s smile, make him laugh and make him proud.
One afternoon when Michael had him pressed against the kitchen counter from behind, kissing his neck and shoulders and nuzzling his hair as Castiel poured them both some coffee, Michael finally asked him for something.
“I was wondering if there was any way you could get shorter hours?” Asked Michael quietly. “I miss you when you’re at work and I hate being alone in the house.”
Castiel paused. “My hours are fixed,” he replied. “I can’t change them unless I change career paths.”
Michael was silent for a few minutes as Castiel stirred the milk into their coffee. The alpha rubbed slow, sensual circles into his stomach and heat pooled in Castiel’s belly so he turned and kissed his alpha deeply.
“It’s not like we need the money,” Michael murmured against his lips and Castiel stilled.
He was quite correct; they had more than enough money for what they wanted; a little less salary wasn’t going to do them any harm.
“I miss you every day,” whispered Michael. “I’m not asking you to stop working, but would a few less hours hurt anyone? I only really see you on weekends.”
Castiel contemplated the idea for a few moments. He really wanted his alpha’s approval.
“I’ll have to think about it,” he said slowly. “This is a big decision.”
Michael grinned and kissed him chastely. “That’s all I ask.”
So, Castiel though about the idea over the next month and in the end, he decided to switch from forensic scientist to detective. The pay was slightly less, but the hours were more reasonable and honestly, they suited Castiel more anyway.
And he got to see Michael more often.
They were both happier and they smiled more and laughed more. Castiel knew he’d made the correct decision. Maybe it really was his job that had been the problem in the first place.
“Good boy,” groaned Michael as Castiel wrapped his lips around the alpha’s knot. Castiel’s omega preened at the praise and he leaned into Michael’s hand when the alpha stroked his face.
Michael slowly rocked into his mouth and Castiel choked and pulled backwards but Michael slid his hand to the back of his head, keeping him in place as he stilled his hips.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “But you feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
Castiel relaxed and let Michael rock into his mouth again, trying his best not to gag. He wanted to please his alpha afterall and Michael was very good to him. He could do this for the alpha.
He began to please Michael more and more during their lovemaking; fulfilling all of Michael’s desires and fantasies and cuddling into him when the alpha whispered tender words of praise and love into his ear afterwards. It was only when Michael asked for something a little out of the ordinary did Castiel hesitate.
“I… I want to try something new,” Michael murmured as they kissed each other heatedly and Castiel instantly nodded his head.
“Anything,” he replied and Michael smiled, pleased.
“I’d like to try a… game of sorts.”
“Okay,” whispered Castiel, too interested in ridding the alpha of his clothes.
“It’s an obedience game,” continued Michael quietly. “One where I tell you where you can touch and how.”
Castiel nodded, too busy undoing Michael’s shirt. He was in heat and his alpha smelled wonderful.
Michael grasped his hands. “If you disobey me, I get to punish you.”
Castiel paused as something in his heat-fogged brain suggested there was something wrong with that request.
“…What kind of punishment?” Castiel asked cautiously, trying to ignore the ache between his legs. He just wanted his mate.
“Mostly verbal,” murmured Michael. “Maybe a gentle smack. Nothing too hard.”
Castiel frowned and shook his head before trying to rip off Michael’s clothes again, but the alpha held him in place.
“Please, darling? Just one try? I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”
Castiel’s heat-stricken brain latched onto the word ‘disappointed’ and gasped in horror. Omegas were supposed to please their alphas not disappoint them.
Castiel nodded. “Okay, we can try. Can I touch you now?”
Michael smiled and nodded, chuckling when Castiel tore his clothes off.
“I didn’t need that shirt anyway,” he teased as a button popped off and Castiel kissed him deeply. He loved this alpha so much.
Michael gently pushed him away. “Ah-ah-ah I didn’t say you could kiss me,” he scolded quietly, waggling his finger.
Castiel whined softly and Michael smirked as he rid the omega of his clothes.
Castiel tried to kiss him again, but the alpha moved away.
“Stay still, Castiel.”
The omega huffed as Michael finished de-clothing him and when he was done, Castiel ran his hands over Michael’s chest greedily.
He gasped when Michael lightly smacked his rump.
“I said, stay still, omega,” warned Michael and an excited shiver ran up Castiel’s spine at the alpha’s little wink. He did as he was told.
By the end of the night, Castiel had been smacked six times and scolded eleven but the omega thought it was worth it when the alpha tugged him into his arms and kissed every inch of his skin.
They played their game more frequently and although Castiel wasn’t quite sure what to make of Michael’s increasing roughness and degrading names throughout their play, he knew he loved the alpha kissing his bruises and praising him for being a good omega and a loving mate at the end of it. Michael always told him how beautiful he was and he curled around him on a night and scented the omega’s neck and said how lucky he was to have Castiel and Castiel knew he’d made his alpha proud.
Michael deserved good things.
Eventually, Michael’s behaviour extended outside the bedroom and into everyday life. If Castiel came home later than usual after work, Michael would smack him; if he made coffee before Michael got up, the alpha would kiss him deeply and tell him how amazing he was. If Castiel did something Michael approved of, he would be rewarded; if he did something Michael didn’t like, he would be punished.
Castiel liked making Michael happy and he liked Michael being soft with him so he tried to impress the alpha, make him proud.
As the weeks progressed, the punishments became more severe, but there weren’t many of them, so Castiel didn’t mind. There were far more rewards so Castiel was happy.
So what if Michael broke his arm because he’d accidentally dropped hot coffee in his lap at breakfast? It would heal.
His friends were worried about him, although he wasn’t sure why.
Maybe it had something to do with the dozens of bruises littering his body; although they’d only seen the ones on his arms.
It was okay though; he’d deserved them. Michael kissed every one of them when he did something right.
The alpha was currently doing just that.
“Such a beautiful omega,” he whispered as he kissed a faded bruise on his shoulder. “I’m so lucky to have you. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” He sucked a love bite into his neck and Castiel groaned softly.
“Can I touch you?” Castiel whispered and Michael shook his head.
“Not yet, darling. Let me worship you.”
Castiel closed his eyes as the alpha peppered doting kisses over his skin.
“Suck my knot, omega,” murmured Michael and Castiel nodded hungrily. He trailed his hands down Michael’s body and licked up his chest before swirling his tongue around one of the alpha’s nipples. He nipped at it teasingly and suddenly, Michael struck him hard across the face, leaving an angry red mark.
“Did I say ‘tease me’?” Growled Michael and Castiel shook his head frantically.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, what?” Hissed Michael, tugging harshly at the omega’s hair.
“Sorry, alpha!” Whimpered Castiel. “Sorry, alpha!”
Michael relaxed his grip and began to pet the omega’s hair soothingly.
“Such a good omega. Gorgeous. Now suck.”
Castiel nodded and did as he was told, relishing all of his alpha’s moans and noises of approval. He was causing that. He was making his alpha proud.
When they were finished, Michael tugged Castiel into his arms and kissed the new bruise on his cheek. “I’m sorry, darling. I never meant to hurt you. You know I don’t like hurting you.”
Castiel nodded. Of course he knew that. Michael was good to him. Michael wasn’t like the other alphas that liked to rape and hurt innocent omegas in the street. Michael was a wonderful alpha.
The alpha curled around him protectively. He kissed Castiel once more before they both fell asleep.
Over the next year and a half, Castiel strived to become the omega Michael wanted him to be. He did everything Michael asked of him. He learned from his punishments and looked forward to his rewards and he ignored all his friends when they said they were concerned about him. They didn’t understand how much he needed Michael; how good the alpha was for him.
It wasn’t long before Castiel stopped hanging out with his friends. Michael was all he needed anyway. Michael was all he would ever need. He didn’t even mind when the alpha’s friends visited and sexually harassed him; Michael didn’t seem to care when they groped and touched him so obviously it wasn’t important. Castiel put up with it because Michael would’ve said something if he wasn’t happy.
Michael began to bring one of his co-workers over more often – a pretty slip of an omega called Anna. They flirted a lot, even in front of Castiel and the omega would’ve been unhappy about it if Michael wasn’t so attentive to him when she left; more so than usual. Michael liked to touch Anna and Anna liked to lean into him and flutter her eyelashes at him. Castiel got jealous sometimes, but Michael never kissed her so he supposed it was alright. Besides, when he’d confronted the alpha about the nature of their relationship, Michael had pressed his hand onto the hot stove, so Castiel hadn’t asked again.
They were in bed when Michael finally decided to talk about it.
“Anna’s very pretty, isn’t she?” He said softly as he kissed all of Castiel’s bruises.
Castiel nodded cautiously. He didn’t want to be punished again for talking about Anna.
“She thinks you’re pretty too,” Michael whispered and Castiel tilted his head.
“She does?”
The alpha made a sound of agreement. “I want her to join us.”
Castiel frowned. “…Like, for coffee?”
Michael chuckled and claimed his lips. “Like, in bed. Maybe once a week? On Saturdays? She’s single, so no mate to worry about.”
Castiel scowled and wrapped his arms around Michael. “I don’t want to share you.”
Michael’s face fell and he sighed and rolled off Castiel. “Fine,” he muttered as he turned off the light and Castiel immediately felt guilty because he’d disappointed his alpha. Michael deserved to be happy. Why was he such a selfish, pathetic omega?
“Wait, maybe… maybe we can try it?”
Michael beamed and kissed him soundly on the lips.
“Such a wonderful omega.”
And that’s how Castiel ended up having sex with an omega he barely knew and didn’t really like every Saturday night. Michael even let Anna hit him a few times.
Castiel didn’t like it, but Michael seemed to be enjoying himself and Castiel would never stop the alpha from having a good time.
So now, he was eight years into his mating with Michael Milton, passing him the sugar bowl on a Sunday morning as Anna-from-work slipped her hand into his alpha’s underwear and made him hum in approval.
Castiel kept his gaze low and tried not to think too hard about his life.
Suddenly, Castiel’s phone rang and both Michael and Anna watched curiously as he put it to his ear. They had every right to be confused; Castiel didn’t work on a Sunday and he’d lost a lot of his friends through ignoring them, so who could be ringing him?
It was his boss’ voice who filtered through. A slow, amused drawl that let Castiel know exactly what the call was about before his boss even uttered the name.
“Castiel? It’s Crowley. You’ll never guess who we’ve got on the line.”
Castiel closed his eyes. He knew exactly which criminal Crowley was referring to.
“It’s Dean Winchester. He’s asking for you. Again.”